Amaranta - Rival of Fairies' Queen

Feast behind the mirrors

How well have a powerful friend who himself has magic objects, and will allow you to use them. At first, Dagda decorated the whole castle with golden roses, then gave her to ride on the real griffin, now sent whole baskets of miraculous fruits. What does it expect in the future? Does he just get tired of her or he will give her something more significant? The crown of elf’s queen, for example?

Someone whispered in her ears ambitious thoughts. It's not her thoughts! She was without a difference, what he was: a king or a farmer. The main thing is that her husband is a beautiful elf with gold curls. The attraction to him enveloped the warm wave, even when it was not very close. Together with him any place could seem magic.

But now he was not there. Luellin also left, silently slipping out of the room. Infanta, who returned from the garden, moved with the beak gems left by Iveina. She did not touch the fruits.

"Dangerous fruits," she grunted.

Amaranta did not argue with her. Let her think as she wants. The fruits  are miraculous, not harmful. Ivor could not lie. True, he is a little scattered. Suddenly he had something mixed up?

Amaranta took a fruit that has the tea-colored petals as a lush rose. Such a fruit, most likely, excites love and romance. All that like a rose can serve as an extremely aphrodisiac. But the fruit, on the sides of which the intricate symbols were crushed, reminded the page that was digging from the book.

“Do not eat!” inspired Infanta. “This is the fruit of secret knowledge.”

But Amaranta already took a bite of it. The taste was like a sugar paper. It was better to start with a fruit in the form of a rose.

Though the fruit and was sweetened, something tart, unpleasant was left on the tongue.

Her head was spinning. Suspicious whispers rang out from all sides. It seems that the walls themselves speak with her. Whispering voices led the dialogues, performed a whole choir or a monologue said. She wanted to hold the ears. Amaranta did it, but it did not make it easier. The inscriptions began to perform right on the walls. Letters beyond the letter. Should she read them? The lines flashed before her eyes. They appeared already on the ceiling, and on the floor under her feet.

Infanta did not see them, so she continued quietly to sort out the trinkets.

Maybe she should get out of her chambers, then it will become easier. Amaranta passed to the corridor. She heard from the nannies that such miracles are worked only at the School of Wizards, the place where the elected magic are trained. It stands for her students to ask some kind of question, and the answer to it appears with fiery letters on the wall. This form of communication with spirits compensates for the lack of teachers.

“Hey, babe!” called a strange voice, it was similar to the hissing of fire. Amaranta turned to the sound. And it is truth, behind was only a candelabrum.

"I have a gift for you," the hoarse voice came out again from the candle’s hissing.

“From Dagda?” If this flame itself speaks with her, then only one conclusion can be made.

“From Count Angus, of course!” The face fired inside the flames of the candles, began to grow, and this is a figure with orange wings.

“What a surprise!” Amaranta wanted to touch the fiery creature, but realized that she could only burn her fingers. “You are a gift? You will light my chambers in the darkness.”

"No, a gift is not me," the fiery jinn frowned. “I had to give something to you.”

“Let's do it later!” In the eyes of Amaranta doubled: on the one hand are the line from the fire, with another is a fiery man or who is it?”

"By the way, I'm Spark," he introduced himself.

“Are you the Spirit of Flame?”

“Just a stray elf, I found shelter in the candelabrums and fireplaces of your castle, Mrs. Countess.

He bowed a burning head.

“Can you read it?” She nodded to the lines.

“What exactly?” Spark looked around.

“The written letters?”

“Where? What kind?”

Does he play it or, however, does not see?

“Fire writes! Everywhere!”

 Spark was puzzled.

“It should be only for you, because I can't see them.”

That's how! So, guilty is that fruit she ate. Though it was not very good, but after it she began to see the inscriptions. If you still understand them, and not just see.

"I  am so alone in the castle, they don't like met," Spark flew over the Amaranta,  barely she moved away from him. He smoothly moved behind her shoulder,  from him flew the real hot sparks. How would they do not drop on the dress!

"Sorry, but you don't think that as a couple we looked ridiculous: you all burn, like a torch, and I am the most common, of flesh and blood, not even a fairy.

“In no case! I adore beautiful girls.”

Looks like he was not lied. The rumors came to Amaranths that several maid had burned faces. Who else could kiss them to burn besides such a creation? Again ridiculous! Spark himself, after all, resembled a schoolboy. He is fit to study the alphabet, and not climb with courtship to adult maidens. Unless you can justify it with an unusual view. Feet, for example, he had not at all. Only jets of flames hung over the carpet. An orange head shone like a lamp.

"I am the ruler in the company of fire elves," Spark praised. “You know how difficult it is to keep them all in submission?

“And what do you mean? They can burn the whole castle, if you don't hold them back ?”

“I mean that not only Dagda manages entire clans of supernatural creatures. I, too, am a kind of ruler.”

“Pretty miniature on appearance.”

“You wanted to say the juvenile! And you are mistaken! I am many hundreds years old.”

He caught her for the idea how others catch on the word. She really wanted to call him a little one, but was afraid to offend.

“Do you want to dance with me?” suddenly offered Spark.

Amaranta looked at his flaming palms and said decisive:

“Not!”

“And right!” Spark did not apply that offended. " The last lady, which danced with me, burned down alive, like logs in the fireplace. Well, there was noise then.”

“Did Angus already know about it?”

“Of course, no, it was still with his great-grandfather.”

“Have you so long been in the castle?”

“There are many gloomy corners, there is where to hide and pretend to be a candle or a burning log in the oven.”

“You said you have a company?”

“Yes! The same flames like me. Together, we can follow the castle from many corners, and then we can tell everything to you.”

Why did he get so worried about suggestions? Something is wrong here! If Dagda didn’t send Spark, then Spark is not obliged to serve her in general. He has lived in this castle many centuries. On the battlefield, the flaming body of the elf could be a crushing weapon.

“Did you participate in the wars on the side of the ancestors of Angus?” Amaranta asked directly.

“ Save us God! When the war begins, we hide with friends in chimneys. There are we during  the war.”

With his burning, he is pretty cowardly. No wonder looks like a child. He has a consciousness like a hooligan of ten years old. The main principle is to keep and hide.

Before Amaranta came a laughter from a dead end.

“Are there your friends?” - She got up to the tiptoe to get better to see. Behind the statues and columns there is exactly something, but it does not seem a fire.

“There's a dead end. Even the secret turn is not here, it is on the other side,”  Spark showed with his finger-like as a flashing match in opposite direction. But Amaranth is already interested in sounds. In the dead end was a music and ringing of metallic dishes they were distributed.

There was never a door there, and now there was a passage to a huge hall. For some reason, the passage was decorated in the form of a copper frame from monograms and roses. This is a mirror frame! Amaranta wanted to step into the hall and stumbled upon a glass barrier. This is the most ordinary mirror, but it suddenly began to show wonderful pictures.

“Look! There is a past!”  Spark whistled here his friends. “We already were not have at the court! We were expelled! It is curious what happened there.”

Amaranta was also curious, but unlike Spark she wanted to get inside. Glass began melting under her fingers. If there is no more reflective amalgam in the mirror, then it can disappear. A little bit and it stopped being a barrier. The hand sinks in it, as in water, but through such a membrane you can already go through. Only Amaranta was shy.

This is the festival at the magic court! Her outfit for such a case is not too luxurious. All guests have unimaginable robes, and even the attributes of magic with themselves. Multicolored sparks fly over the hall. Well, a miracle! Just look at it is scary. The magic ruler has a threatening view and a cup of lively twisting salamander. Before him are dancing snakes-girls, Goblins guard the entrance. Creatures are sitting at the table, similar to the revived trees and vampire fairies, chopping blood from the cups. But also the pleasant creations here were also present.

Fairies with lace outflows on foreheads and temples. It must be firas. Very pretty! Instead of legs under the dresses they had white foxes’ paws, in the foreheads sprout, similar to the gem, the third eye. By ignorance, you can take it for the suspension from the non-existent feronniere.

Near the king there was a fairy with scales on the skin, hand tips, turning into paws and a dragon tail. Amaranta heard firas, whispering, called her a dragon fairy. Valid, it is very similar to a miniature dragon, which partially turned into a seductive woman.

"Temptress," the king called her. There was no queen next to him, only the dragon fairy. She played with dragon apples.

Then she brought these fruits as a gift to firas. They can burn from the inside if they eat the apples! But instead of it, they began to lose theirs beauty.

“Your relatives, Finodirries, ignored my invitation,” as if by the way said the king. “Even thank you they did not say.

"They will come,"  the dragon fairy said.

And Finodirries came. Concerned, winged and ... beautiful! Amaranta could not recognize those monsters in them, with which she became acquainted.

They were furious. The evil king, as it turned out, directed the flock of dragon fairies to burn their houses.

“Thank you for coming,” said he in response to all their threats. “Here is my gratitude for your responsiveness.”

His spells twisted guests tightly. Finodirries could not move, and the sparkling tapes of magic were wrapped around them, intertwined their bodies, turning them into freaks.

It is not surprising that they are now trembling before the word "Thank you" and run from it, like from fire. Their grief began with gratitude statements and did not end up to this day.

"You will serve everyone who will ask you, and do not refuse," the curse of the king was heard over them, accompanied by the laugh of the dragon fairy.

Fira ran away from the table. From now on, they will hide from all who want to take a look at them. They and in the beautiful form were shy.

The dragon fairy sang a frivolous song about fire, how dangerously is playing with a flame and how it hurts. And the enemy army has already approached the windows below, but Finodirirries was late to save. Let them remain strong, but the curse was sought. From now on, they are the slaves of anyone who will require their help, the words of gratitude will burn them like a whip, and their appearance became monstrous.

“How cruelly!” whispered Amaranta in the mirror, and on the other side they were heard. The dragon fairy wrapped on her flame eyes with narrow coffee pupils and showed a split tongue. Some trolls in the corner of the table and vampire fairies giggled.

But the one who was sitting at the head of the table said:

“This is a magical world, beauty! It's all cruel!” He smiled predatory. “ But if you want to rescue them, go to me herself!”

She almost crossed the frame of the mirror, but noticed that the border around her was not spikes of copper roses, but Garpys’ claws. It is better not to risk. The mirror changed everything. It was worth putting her hand into it, and the skin became older and wrinkled. Her hand almost crumbled in dust. Inactive transformation on it, only precious rings remained. Gold forever, but there is no flesh. Amaranta reached a palm from the mirror, and it became the same again.