Amaranta - Rival of Fairies' Queen

Dancing on rainbow

Angus with annoyance looked at the ballroom, where his young wife had fun. It is unlikely that she actually had fun when her husband was so ill. Most likely, she pretended for guests. At the court in Aluar, she was taught the rules of the ceremonial, which she had followed. The etiquette is invented to hide the true emotions. Amaranta smiled clean mechanically. From the side she reminded the doll from Rodolith, which obeys the will of the master.

Sometimes Angus did not recognize his wife. She spoke only when she was asked. Amaranta ceased to show the initiative herself. Maybe she became nasty after he lost in the battle against the Elf?

Angus and himself was unpleasant to remember this. Rubbed bones struggled with difficulty. To be healing after all, he had to resort to magic. In the village there lived one witch-doctor, which had knowledge in magic. Angus wanted to send for her, but Dagda was ahead of him, and sent to him his own doctor. It was a little magic creature with a lot of paws and feet. It resembled a revived green tree. In each paw, it held the flask with the ointment or with the medical instrument. He whispered magic spells, from which the health was restored by itself, and the bone fragments were collected back into one and hardening. He gave the count a pleasant drink that helped get rid of pain. It was necessary to give advice not to fight more with elves. But about this fact Angus remembered himself. Only therefore he concluded an alliance with Dagda. So what the hell pulled him to compete with the magic ally?

In compensation for injury, Dagda gave him his personal dagger with a luxurious handle, snapped with emeralds. Oddly enough, the blade was iron. Magic beings usually do not endure iron and fluid water, but Dagda touched the arms without fear. He accompanied the gift with words.

“Let it be yours! My subjects are unpleasant that I keep the iron object. Although I am not afraid of iron myself, but my elves do not like it”.

Now the magnificent blade has become the property of Angus. Amaranta threw on it only a dismissive glance and opened the golden fan. For some reason, lately she started preferring outfits of an exceptional gold shade. It seems that she came out straight from the royal treasury, where all her dresses were painted into the sparkling color of the clean gold. Previously, she adored blue, white, green and pink fabrics. Her current choice hinted that she was a real queen. Golden is a royal color.

The knights of Angus were paying court to her and praised her wonderful azure outfit. Are they blind? Or he is so angry with them that he hears everything wrong, because they are courting his spouse.

“Charming!” said somebody next to him.

Angus was sitting in a chair at the wall, there was nowhere to turn around. There is only lambrequin, even there is no windows. Outside the window could someone soar, and near the lambrequin there were only hissing burning candles in the candelabrum. And yet Angus looked back and collided his nose to the nose with an orange, like the flame face of a mischievous boy.

"I am Spark," he introduced himself, having fallen out of the hole of the candelabrum with a solid post of fire. “Nice to meet you.”

A fire elf! Well, it is necessary! Angus could not take eyes from him. Spark all consisted of a solid flame. Even his wings were orange and flaming.

"I settled a long time here," he explained, "since the king of the elves and the Queen of Fairies failed to unite their kingdoms. And I am not attributed to your agreement, because I am not subject to a single yard. You can drive me if you want, but remaining, I will be more useful.”

How to drive such a guest! Angus looked into his orange eyes without pupils and felt such a heat that was forced to immediately turn away.

“Stay, if you are comfortable here! Only, please, do not burn anything!”

“Did I still at least started something?” The elf led red flaming eyebrows. His beautiful face burned like a torch. In a solid bunch of fire, it was hardly possible to consider accurate features.

“The daughter of the butler does not come out of her room because of burns on the face. Are you guilty?”

“Oh, I just tried to kiss her. I love cute young girls, but they, alas, do not love me. I have already taken into account this and correct, that is, I will no longer be a womanizer.”

Womanizer? In this case, an incomplete comparison. The elf didn't look like a boy of ten or twelve, but there are in his glance wisdom and cunning, earned in the century. Angus did not even decide to ask, and how old he was. And so it was clear that he was ancient than the walls of the his castle.

“Countess Amaranta enjoys great success,” said Spark. He rushed a little further to consider better. His redhead shadow lay down on the carpet and began to be written as a squad, not copying the movement of the owner, but making the opposite. He even has a redhead shade!

“How beautiful she is!”

“Do not burn her! Even her hand does not think to kiss!”

Spark obviously wanted flirting.

“How to keep such a wife?”

"You voiced my thoughts," Angus admitted.

“Do you want, I will help?” The elf was delighted.

“What exactly can you do? Will you persuade her not to betray me?”

“There is something more interesting.”

“What are you talking about? About magic?”

“On the usual spell for passion and loyalty. I understand in them.”

“There is a witch in the village, she knows them too.”

“Belladonna takes any sympathy for the consequences of her potions. And I know how to soar such products from the fire, which penetrates the skin, ignites the heart, forces to keep loyalty. The thought about cheating begins to burn.

Spark flyed over the back of the chair and whispered right in the ear of Angus. His whisper was hot and burning, but he offered intelligent things. It was worth listening to him.

Amaranta felt the heat emanating from the arch. A huge gloomy shadow lay down on dry bugs of the earth. Someone monstrous whispered on the ear.

“So far, love overshadows the brain of your boyfriend, but he is cruel. See what he did with me! Someday he will do it with you. Look at the scorched soil under your feet and ash, remaining from the fire of war. Do you see the cage in which I am? You can also be in it!”

Amaranta removed from the shoulder of Dagda.

“Did you hear something?”

He caught the sharp ears.

“Fairies’ procession is in the forest. I hear them. If they now meet mortals, then these mortals will disappear.

“Isn't your contract with Angus that does not exclude?”

“We- yes, but for the kingdom of Medea Shai I do not answer. Although I will try to agree with it at the next festival. For any gifts or losing in the Golden game, she can give an oath not to attack the people one century.”

Amaranta saw a golden game on a chess table at Angus, but she did not understand how to play it. Probably Dagda will ever show her.

In vain, he recalled about the Medea Shai. Only her name cut the rumor as a poisonous arrow.

“Is she beautiful? The queen of fairies?”

Dagda thoughtfully frowned his forehead.

“They say that yes,” he hardly recalled. “Do you want to see her? To do this, you will have to visit one of our elf’s holidays. She will not visit the castle. She is too arrogant.”

He neglects her clearly. You could have been comforting. But suddenly it is just a pose. He could be offended for something at her. She is the same ruling person as he. It is likely that they had a distribution due to land.

Amaranta heard again screams inside the arch.

“Let's go from here!” She suggested. “Or let’s fly!”

Dagda easily grabbed her waist. It was more pleasant to fly than to go. In the transcendental heights are scary, and the flights which are low above the ground can be compared with a pleasant walk.

In the forest moved an elegant cavalcade.

“Let's go down and look at them!” asked Amaranta.

Dagda went on a concession, although for him, for sure, to watch the march of fairies was familiar.

In the forest, where they descended, the leaves on the trees were copper, and not alive. One of them rang up, almost cutting Amaranta with a sharp edge to blood.

"This is normal," Dagda explained. “There are forests of steel needles, from red copper, and there are forests with gold and silver leaves. But after them is the black tract. All thieves, who wanted to steal in the suburbs of the kingdom of fairies and go away with the full pockets of the plants from precious metal disappear there.

“We are on the borders of the kingdom of fairies!” Amaranth looked around. They sank in thickets near the trail. Due to the corner, the cavalcade was left, which she so wanted to consider closer. All horses were snow-white, on the skull there is a single speck, breakdown and bridles are gold. In the mane horses were woven lush flowers. Even saddles are made of some sparkling material. And how luxurious would be a cortege from the kingdom of fairies!

According to Dagda, it was a holiday, and not just a walk. All the ladies were very elegant.  The eyes do not tear off their faces. Each rider flickers like a star. Theirs cavaliers are more gloomy. Every rider is similar to the revived root of tree. What is common have such freaks with beautiful ladies? Maybe clumsy black creatures are servants of Fairies and not their cavaliers. Some of them went on foot, carrying some sparkling rods instead of torches in the hands. The procession easily moved forward in the dark, as if the horses were perfectly seen through the darkness.

“What are they celebrating?” Asked Amaranta, but Dagda did not answer. Probably did not want to attract attention. Close to the cavalcade he also did not bring her, because then he would have to represent her to fairies. And what is she? A wife of a count. The fairies will immediately recognize the rival in her and tear her up. Maybe they would drag her with them. After all, they seem kidnap the people too. That's just why? Why did they take ordinary people in the magic kingdom?

Amaranta turned her head and again touched one of the ringing copper leaves. One of the fairies immediately rushed at her a piercing look of two luminous yellow eyes. Not eyes, but a continuous radiance inside the eye. The fairy had a heart-shaped face and a hoop in the form of a salamander, which seemed to be grow into the forehead. She pointed out by hand towards the hidden lovers, and several black satellites of the fairies immediately rushed into the thickets.

Dagda ahead of all, waking up height with Amaranta. In heaven no one persecutes them. Although it is strange, because all members of the cavalcade had their own wings. They were able to fly exactly. Or did not want to leave their magnificent horses unattended, or in the sky with Dagda, they were not so strong.

"Don't look into the eyes of, Igrid," Dagda warned. “She knows how to blind in one glance.”

Probably so called the fairy with a salamander in the forehead.

“Are you not tired of carrying me over the ground?” Amaranta felt guilty that they had to go like two thieves, fly away, laying their heads.

"Not at all," Dagda grabbed her waist stronger. - You are the most pleasant burden, which only can be.”

In the distance was engaged in dawn. They walked all day long. She didn't want to go home, it was too early to go to the house of Elf. Let at first prove that she is more important to him than all the beautiful fairies.

“Do you want to entertain you with the game?” Dagda caught her alarm.

“What do you mean?”

Only a gold game came to mind with figures, circular on the board, like whirlwind of sparkling dust.

“Dancing on the rainbow.”

She laughed.

“But now the rainbow is not visible. After all, so long there was no rain ...” She stopped, remembering that he could cause a rainbow and without rain.

So it happened this time. The elf carried her over the sea, behind the mountains and forests. At the bottom, foamy waves splashed. Some creatures like a nymph and mermaids were entertained by games on the water, and bridges stretched over their heads. They broke, branched it, repeatedly crossed.

"It seems that the Magic Masters built the bridges over the sea," she stated.

“So it is, but those bridges are not for us. For us is the rainbow.”

Amaranta finally saw it. From afar, the rainbow paths seemed like a ghostly radiance. They were far above sea bridges. Some edges of the rainbow reached clouds.

“These are bridges from the rainbow, "Dagda confirmed her guesses. “They are more convenient than bridges over the sea, because they are caught not only water, but the whole world.”

The roads from the rainbow also joined, intertwined, diverged into different directions, were connected immediately with several ways, forming intersections and maze. Need a map to do not get lost here. Each road was with seven colors.

“You can reach anywhere. Up to any window of any city and palace. Do you want to go to the castle in Aluar? The old king, for sure, will be happy to see you, but will not get ready for me.”

Amaranth did not appreciate the joke. Dagda laughed cheerfully and put her on the widest rainbow trail.

“I'll fall!: She was frightened to slip and fall, but he was already there, he grabbed her for the waist and led in dance. The world was screwed down at the bottom before the eyes. Dagda said something about the fact that the rainbow on the left leads to the window of the Throne’s Hall in Aluar, the direct path goes to Sultanit, the heavenly trail will lead to the kingdom of ghosts, and the rainbow between them will lead to the mountain kingdom of Nag.

“And for all these paths you can pass one without me, since it turned out to be here, but I will not let to go alone. A beautiful girl should not walk alone anywhere, because there is a lot of applicants everywhere.”

For example, the queen of fairies, she wanted to add but did not want to spoil the divine moment. Dancing in heaven were even more interesting than the flights. Even in a wonderful dream is not so good. Her companion also looked happy.

Amaranta did not immediately notice the white towers of a big city.

“And what's in there?”

“I forgot to say.” Dagda turned her in a sharp pa, and then picked up and moved from one road on the other. Hence the view of the city became closer. The towers in the form of sleeping dragons did not exactly belong to earthly countries. “You can see the magic kingdoms from the rainbow. This is Orelo. Only spirits live in it. Do you want to go there?”

“No, let's still dance!”

She did not want to miss the moment that could not repeat. Dance on the rainbow was as pleasant as making love with the magical creation. The elf then picked her up and circled in the dance in the air, he went down with her to the next rainbow path. Amaranta noted that all roads are at different levels: that is higher, then is below. So they were at the very top. From here, the entire endless rainbow labyrinth was visible. Amaranta pulled her hand up, wanting to touch the cloud, and then over the motley paths hung a dark shadow. It smashed everything. The feeling was such that darkness covered the whole world. The terrible roar of the back forced her to tremble. Even Dagda strained.

"Looks like a dragon flies here," he determined, but late. He did not have time to drag the Amaranta to the side. The sharp edge of the dragon wing hung her on the cheek. Blood went, but the shock was worse than pain. The black dragon turned out to be so enormous and fierce that it could seemed to disseminate the whole world. It is larger than the monolithic wall size, and the spikes on its crest resemble a giant tool. It's scary to approach such a monster, but the lady, who squeezed it on its back, did not think so. She laughed when she noticed that her dragon wounded somebody.

It seems that she herself had wings, but she proudly sat on the dragon as in the saddle, trimmed with spikes.

"A crazy Queen," Dagda threw her, or Amaranta just heard it. Can the queen be crazy? Although women or even fairy fly on dragons? For the winged fairies, this is exactly absurd, but she has just seen it with his own eyes. Unless it seemed to her. Blood on the cheek was exactly real.

After the flying dragon the darkness was smoking. Even the rainbow was from it gloomy.