Amaranta - Rival of Fairies' Queen

Fire Earrings

Fire inscriptions disappeared somewhere. Probably ended the expiration of the magic fruit. Is it possible that it contributed to the fact that she saw inside the mirror? Infanta called it the fruit of secret knowledge.

Without flaming letters, the walls began to appear empty and gray. But in the big fireplace, such a hot fire was hampered, which was scary. Flame post broke out. So it and the entire castle will save!

“Hi again!” from the fire seemed a playful face of Spark. You thought I forgot about you, since you went to another hall? Candelabrums and fireplaces are everywhere. So you do not get away from me.”

“And from your company,” Amaranta noted that there are several orange silhouettes in the fireplace. They flew down the fire after their leader and spoke around Amaranta with a fiery round dance.

“I said that she is beauty!”

“It is not that the old hostess of the castle.”

“She tried to scare us with prayers yet, and this Countess is wiser.”

"She understands that we are her new retinue," the voices were heard in the hiss of fire, but it was not clear who exactly said.

“Stop them!” Amaranta was frightened that her dress would now break up from their intimacy. Flame figures sourced heat, like a fire.

Spark reluctantly obeyed. The whole dance scattered back on the holes of the candlesticks and the sconces. The flame in the fireplace was still burning, but no longer looked so dangerous.

"I used a fireplace, like a blacksmith horn," Spark admitted.

“What for?” Amaranta was surprised. He was not like a hardworking creature.

“To make it!” Spark split orange palm, producing two jets of flames from it hanging in the air. Each of them very much resemble an earrings with a pendant in the form of a Phoenix.

“Beautiful, but not practical,” said Amaranta.

“Why?”

“They burn the ears of the one who puts them. If only it is not a fire fairy.”

“You do not appreciate my efforts for you.”

“For me? You do not think that fire earrings came to me.”

“I think so, and Count Angus too.”

“Do not joke!”

“I do not joke! The count sent me to you with a wedding gift.” Spark smiled. “And as a sign that your union will be eternal.”

"But I even have no ears punctured," Amaranta raised the curls from the ears. The earrings were flames like a real fire in his hands. So tempting sparkle! And she wanted to get them as a gift, and for some reason she was afraid.

"Nonsense," Spark jumped to her. "Sit down please, I just need to reach your ears to pierce them at once. As you can see, I am not big. Everyone takes me for a child.”

“But you can fly above the floor.”

“Better sit down!”

Behind her back, he muttered something, as he promised to the count. Well, now Dagda will go back from her. The main thing is to pierce her ears in the right place and insert the flame right in them.

‘I heard that it hurts the ears very painful, even saw how it was made by grinding nails, so as not to make an infection.”

"So people do, but you are lucky that the count hired me."

Spark puncture her ears with the fire claws. She even did not feel the injection. Once, and earrings were already on the place. They got the ears from the inside and did not weigh anything at all. It is not that heavy clips, from the clamps of which inflamed traces remained on her ears.

"True, it is beautiful," he brought her a manual mirror, borrowed from her bedroom. On his handle, the sparks remained soot, but the reflection in it was above all praise. The earrings were burning, but did not burn, illuminating the face with an orange light. From them the cheeks seemed more ruddy, and they themselves, as if two live salamanders were in contact with the cheekbones.

"Yes," she confirmed.

“That's good, that you are satisfied!” Spark’s voice was nursing, and the view is insidious, but she was not alerted.

“The earrings mean a couple, so I thought that as a symbol of a happy marriage, they will be useful. But after all, at first, strong marriages do not withstand the tests of time on strength and are terminated. See, do not lose any of the earrings. The loss means the end of the relationship.”

Amaranta listened to him.  Her own reflection in the mirror has enchanted her. The earrings fought in the ears with fiery snakes, as if she managed to subjugate the flame. But the feeling was like the captive was she herself.

In the corridor came in Luellin. She walked on the carpet like a golden ghost. She did not need the candles. So who was supposed to please Spark as if his native sister, who was glowed by herself, like him. However, the elf from surprise stacked his eyes.

“ A Copy of gold!” he exclaimed. “Well, well! For a long time, I have not seen these pretenders.”

Amaranta was surprised. She thought that the twin of gold was only one of her.

“That is, you want to say, she is not the only one?”

“Well, from gold can be the only one,” said Spark, “such a second, right, I do not remember. But from less valuable materials ...”

“What are these?”

Amaranta looked on the sides. It seems to be no one in such a time, but there is no danger too much that it will be forced here with a twin. She had to go back to her chambers. Spark submissively flew after her, listed on the fingers of all copies, which he knew.

“They were made of silver, from tin, from glass, out of the water, from ice, from marble, were made of herbs and flowers, even from the ground, the hardest was from lead, it strangled her husband when she finally decided to escape with the beloved . By the way, you know that these pretenders are created not just so, but in order to cover your intrigue with a representative of the Magic race.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Well, well! And then I thought about you ... Spark said. “In general, you have such an innocent look that anyone is no longer think about you something bad.”

"Don't read me notations," Amaranta stopped him.

“Fine, I will not. So what did I stop on? Oh, yes, on the listing of materials. I knew an aquatic copy, an ice copy, a silver copy, a bronze copy, an emerald copy and ... Even you get tired! But all of them, as one, served as a common goal - covered the traitors. The material of the copy depends on the status of the one who created it. Your copy produced the king of elves, so it is golden. And here I knew one king of demons, which created a copy of the black fog. There were problems from it!”

"Why couldn't the king of demons just hesitate to kidnap his beloved?"

“And why the king of the elves why can not kidnap you?”

“ This is a delicious question.”

“He loves you, but he also loves Angus too. Right?”

Amaranth threw such a condemn look at Spark that he immediately stopped.

- OK. I was kidding.”

But she felt specifically offended. Why remind her about the solidarity of the beloved in relation to her husband?

“There was another copy from grave,” as if nothing had happened  went on Spark. “It happened so! Two twin sisters, daughters of Baron were famous for their beauty. One died, the other was confused with a black elf. And he raised her dead twin from the grave, so that she was pretended to be her. From the dead copy, the stench was shone, the worms were crawling around the castle behind it, and the stupid people did not feel anything. True, mortals are idiots?

“They simply do not have such abilities as you, representatives of the magic race.”

"Therefore, mortals need to be destroyed,"  he showed a flammable tongue, forked like a sting.

“Well, not so cruel! Give them a chance.”

“What would they hunted on us, how on deer and foxes? We are the first inhabitants of the Earth. And you got it here and began to beat off our territory.”

Spark was in rage and rushed to Amaranta. She barely had time to jump aside. Instead of her shoulder, he burned through her sleeve.

“Oh, sorry!”  Spark looked at lace cuffs, shining with black ash. “You're friend of Dagda! He will catch me for it and cast me into the dungeon for thousands of years.”

"I won't tell him," said Amaranta. “Do not worry! This is not the last one dress.”

“You are kind. It’s a rare quality for people. They are most often cunning, arrange the same trap on us as on rabbits. And they are not embarrassing that they catch and eat animals. This is evil.”

"I no longer know who is more cruel: people or elves.” Amaranta urgently searched for a wardrobe outfit, which is easy to wear without the help of a maid.

Where is the dress with a lacing front, which is easy to wear? There is not it in the wardrobe.

"Help me change my clothes," she said.

The fire elf was shy. Who would think that such an ardent mischief-maker can be shy?

“You need only to tighten the lacing.”

“I will burn you.”

And that's right! She is too frivolous that she didn't think about it immediately.

"Sorry," Spark was ashamed, "I could not immediately guess that you could burn, you're a favorite of Dagda. It is not easily to burn such lady.”

"You didn't burn me, but the dress is damaged."

"It's not the last one," Spark answered. There are many rags in the closet, and I can dress you only in the flame.”

"Thank you, no need," she recoiled from the flaming pillar.

Dresses were dozens: purple, canary-yellow, plum shade or sky blue. The outfits, embroidered with pearls, silver braid and flowers would be the subject of envy and for the princess, but the whole problem is that this dress is not fastened. You can wear it, but the lacing on the back remains not fastened.

“Let me help!” The ringing gold voice crashed into the ears, like a metal needle. Cold gold fingers touched the back of Amaranta and ran their skin, like insects. Just a minute, and the lacing was tightened so tight that Amaranta almost suffocated.

“Not so tight!”

"She thinks you don't need to breathe too," Spark noted. “ Be careful with this thing, and then she will also tangle you out of courtesy.”

One moment and he disappeared. And the sparks remained there. Friendship with evil spirits will not lead to good. People and spirits have too different mentality.

The earrings began to burn her ears. Amaranta tried to remove them, but only burned her fingers. Maybe ask Luellin to remove them. Her golden hands will definitely not be burned. But the copy has already went out. Probably Angus woke up and need his wife near him. It is good to have a cover, but it is bad to have in the castle fire elves. They are in the castle like at home. According to Spark, there was their home here, because they settled in the castle from time immemorial. We will have to endure them.

The head began to spin, the consciousness was clouded. Is it all because of the earrings? Fire is not the material that is compatible with human flesh. Such earrings would suit the fairy, but not a mortal woman.

“Angus! Angus! Angus!” whispered the flames. “Why do you need the king of elves if Angus is here? Is he not the most handsome guy you met at the court in Aluar? The elf has a golden beauty, a glitter of gold, and Angus is a living person. He fits you more.”

 A whole swarm of voices sounded in her brain. The voices tried to convince her that she herself did not consider the right one. This is violence! Let not physically, but moral. She is imposed on someone else's thoughts.

Amaranta tried to fight it. She submitted to herself the radiant image of Dagda. The earrings immediately broke out so that it became scary. They burned not the skin, but consciousness. In the brain, everything was burning, not wanting to submit an imposed foreign will.

She need water! With fire you can cope with water.

"At least a water spirit will help me," she thought. “Dagda said they are everywhere.”

A pillar of silver radiance was appeared from the water in a cup, as if responding to the call. When he formed into a thin figure, Amaranta was afraid. She already learned that from the spirits similar to boys were some problems.

The spirit of the water was an accurate copy of Spark, just not fire, but transparent. Even his wings have the same form. Whether they are colored, they would resemble the wings of the butterfly.

"So you are already thirsty to become a new lily in my pond," the spirit was delighted.

“Who are you?”

"Call me Stream," the spirit hung over the bowl, disliked on dry space around. Apparently, he had the right to steer only over the water. Thus, the sphere of its influence in the room was limited to the bowl.

“Are you capable of making girls in lily?”

“ Only drowned.”

Looks like they began the conversation not from that note. It was necessary to immediately ask him about the case.

“Can  you remove it,” Amaranta pointed to the earrings.

“Touch of Spark!” Stream was all twisted. "Tell him, with whom you made friends, tat he must disappear from territory."

“With yours? Does he climb on the water?”

"From the territory of this castle," Stream clarified. “Here I live and my small community. For a fiery clan, there is no longer enough space.:

And he disappeared, dissolved in the water.