Calla

Day Seventy-One Dear Diary, Today I dish out some diabolic retaliation harmless prankster fun on my new royal subjects, the summer elves. Trust me, they totally have it coming. Why the revenge? Yesterday, I held my first formal court as Queen of the Summer Realm. It should’ve been eight hours of chatting with my elf nobles. Only no one showed up. We are not amused. Time to get tricksy. This morning marks my second formal court… as well as some mega payback prank. While I write this, I sit upon a throne of red flowers. The shade goes perfectly with my pink hair, matching wings and violet eyes. Naturally, I have the pointy ears that mark me as an elf in terms of bloodline (although I’ll always be a pixie at heart.) And let’s not forget my ermine cloak; it adds a splash of white to the look. Clutch. Yet appearances come second to my dazzling plan. Although my subjects been avoiding me for weeks, that will end once the court doors reopen in just a few minutes. I’ve so got this. Sighing, I soak in the beauty of this moment. A huge atrium towers around me. Sunlight pours in through the open ceiling. The walls and tiles are painted gold. A pile of tiny purple bags sit in the middle of the floor. Bonjour, le elf bait. Those packets hold fairy dust, which is powerful magic that every fae wants. My prank is how these bags also contain… wait for it… a freezing spell. Grab one and you can’t leave the room until I say so. My scheme is so perfect, I can’t stand it. There will also be plenty of witnesses for my glorious success. My parents, Poppa and Muti, wait nearby. So does my best friend and major crush, Prince Dare of the Winter Elves. Let’s not forget my buddy Bilge, the hobgoblin, and his piggy familiar, Oinky. Also, there are two summer elf guards—I call them Blond and Blonder—who hang out by the back wall. Speaking of guards, they look expectantly in my direction. The time has come to set aside my journal—it magically shrinks into a locket that hangs about my neck—and get ready for the fun. Prank on. - Calla