Amaranta - Rival of Fairies' Queen

Scarlet and white roses

Two fairies fought in flight over the garden. One whole was white: and the air dress on it, and the curls are long to the belt, and even her eyebrows and eyelashes were a milky white shade. The other is dressed in red, with aluminum wings behind the back, reminiscent of the living flame, and even the hair is red, like fire. Scarlet and white claws have joined each other with rage. Scratches remained, as from roses, only on the skin of fairies they instantly heal. Amaranta never thought that she would witness the disassembly of fairies, but it was such a scene behind her window and appeared to look. As if the mischievous artist splashed into each other, the scarlet and white paints, which swirl rushed in height, passed away, walked. Fiery and snow-white wings mercilessly whipped each other.

"I say this pure love," said a white fairy.

"And I say that this is a strong passion," the red insisters.

Amaranta leaned too much into the window. The fairies noticed her and frightened so that they became scary to watch. They both forgot about the dispute and darted against the wall, as if they wanted to merge with it. They succeeded! Under the view of the amazed Amaranta their bodies were modified, stretched out, fought with spikes and petals that were added to the stone wall. Amaranta thought that both fairies will now reincarnate in two multi-colored snakes that seek curious grazing straight into her chambers. But they appealed to the masters of scarlet and white roses on the wall of the tower. Fragrant flowers stretched up past the windowsill. The room was filled with a wonderful aroma.

Amaranta extended her hand and touched the lush flowers. The spikes of red roses pricked her strongly.

“Oh!”

“Do not touch, or you will get hurt,” she caught a whisper from flowers. Or was it a warning for the future? The scarlet fairy, after all, told something about passion.

Well, let! Flowers covered on the windowsill were a wonderful gift.

The shadow lay down on the window. In the middle of a day too! When in the sky, not a single cloud foreshadowing thunderstorms. Strange! Although one cloud still appeared. She rushed over the roofs with terrible speed and looked like a sign of misfortune. It looks like a shape on a chariot, drawn by a dragon. Amaranta heard the creaking of the wheels and even the coachman's shout:

“Faster! Don’t be late on the feast! There are now many corpses on the battlefield! The queen must be there the first!”

Yes, somewhere not far from Ilior now a war was held. Angus spoke about her. If the king of Ilior will have to intervene in it, then Angus will go to fight. In the meantime, the rumors had flown about crushing defeat of one of the armies. According to reports on the battlefield, located on the borders of Ilior, there are now the sea of ​​corpses. As mentioned by someone just! So the chariot flew across the sky, and it threw the shadow? Or was it all dreamed of her?

The roses were not a dream! Even if the fairies were a dream, then the roses that grew up on the tower in one night could still be considered as magic.

They spoke to one of the warring troops, the one that won was helped by black fairies. But Dagda did not know anything about it. In the affairs of black fairies, he did not interfere. But Angus began to stutter about how good it would be if he married the Queen of fairies and began to control her.

The queen of fairies was called a shameless libertine, which should be either shifted, or to give her to the husband who will put an end to her terrible tricks. Moreover, her tricks concerned not only people, but also magic races.

"She is very base," told Infanta, flying behind the Amaranta on the deserted gallery of the castle. “It is impossible to tame her.”

“So tell those terrible birds from the poultry house? Did you recognize something from them?”

“What does the poultry house come true!” offended Infanta. “I do not fly to such places. They can catch me and lock in a cage as a conventional bird.”

“Then do you know so much from whom?”

“Who did not hear about the queen of fairies!”

Indeed, she could overhear her conversation with Theobald. And just!

Scarlet and white roses have grown so that they can be seen from many windows. It seemed that they fell all the walls of the castle. Golden roses donated by Dagda were already almost not visible.

“They symbolize love and passion,” commented Infanta. “White roses - pure love! Red - Passion! And if they go off, it is worth waiting for an incredible feeling.”

“Is it with Angus and me?”

“Unlikely! For people, the Red and White Fairies do not try so much. They embody one love in themselves, another passion, and appear where the magical creatures were very fascinated by people. Once they were seen by fighting over the battlefield, on which the Queen of Fairies was defeated in the war with the mortal king. He sincerely loved her, she only experienced a passion for him. For him, everything ended tragically. The fairies brought trouble when they argued in height over the battle troops. They always bring trouble when they so furiously arguing.

Amaranta did not like it. She preserved past the gallery, all the windows in which were wrapped in lush roses. In some places, red and white shoots intertwined. The fragrance stood fabulous!

Only over one window did something special happened. The rainbow behind it, spread like a bridge. But today there was not even rain. So where does the rainbow come from? Yes, even so wide and close to the castle, as if it is a multicolor road in the clouds. One end of the rainbow rested right in the open window. It was possible to climb the windowsill and go straight on the rainbow!

Looks like an amazing dream! But Dagda was already near. He walked along the rainbow bridge. So it's not a dream, but another magic. He leaned over the window from the rainbow and extended the hand to Amaranta.

"I thought that it was unfair that you had no wings and you could not fly over the world in height, like my people," said Dagda. He went and did not fly. Was a rainbow tight enough to withstand a person.  An elegant woman, for example? Amaranta wanted to go on the rainbow. Maybe Dagda will support her, almost carrying on his wings. He immediately guessed her wish.

“Do you want to stroll through heaven?” He offered with a charming smile.

She would not refuse, but behind the steps and noise of a lively conversation rang out.

“Not now! It is better in the evening when everyone goes to sleep.”

“But in the evening there will be no rainbow.”

Amaranta with annoyance bit her lip. How to be? Disappear in the middle of the day from the castle meant to marvel the entire district. It will be started to search her everywhere, a panic raises. Everyone will decide that the elves broke the agreements and kidn*pped her. In part, it will be true. There is nothing to object. So it is possible to break the union.

"I'll think of something," Dagda promised.

And he, and the rainbow disappeared, as the wind blown. But when Amaranta came to a large hall where guests gathered, Dugda had already stood there. Nothing amazing! At the rights of the best friend of the count, he had the right to come when he wants. In addition, allies have to communicate from time to time. Angus was glad to see the magic guest. And for many people to look at the elf, it was already a miracle. With the arrival of Dagda, the atmosphere became a festive. Women whispered about him. Unusual creatures that came with him were again in a crowd, recalling the revived wonder. A Duergar showed focuses, entertaining an enthusiastic crowd.

Amaranta looked only for Dagda. How painfully see him next and not to have the ability to hug it, touch his hand with leaves instead of a lace border, stroke the hair of the color of ripe wheat. Dagda with everyone was kind, he led a polite conversation with men, smiling ladies. Amaranta even became painful. Is he forgotten about her? Or just skillfully pretending that he is indifferent to her here to hide his true passion?

“Or he is a liar - the same as all elves,” whispered in her ear a monster from a bird cage. Amaranta looked around. There could be a terrible feathery creature somehow get out of the cage and now soar above the hall. It seems to be not visible here. And locks of cages, for sure, durable.

All the focus of Dagda concentrated on a business conversation with Angus. The count listened carefully and nodded him. Amaranta liked that Dagda don’t invite any lady to dance although they explicitly suggested themselves.

The king of the elves was delayed on a visit almost all day. Already was an evening, when some dispute broke out between the guests. The knights got drunk wines and began to insist that the leader of the magic people and the head of human society, that is, Dagda and Angus, measured by forces.

“Not to good is it!” said Infanta.

“That's for sure!” Amaranta for the first time agreed with her pet. Surely the quarrel began Theobald. Everyone in the county knew that he hates the elves for the fact that those once had harmed his relatives.

Amaranta saw in the crowd Theobald. He looked at her out of the other end of the hall, hoping that she was suitable for Elf. And why did he only make this ridiculous plan that she should seduce the king of elves? Surely, he wants to lure Dagda into a trap and avenge with him for his whole family. But guilty in everything can be some other elf. Dagda is too noble to offend someone. Or still not?

Amaranta noticed with horror that Dagda easily agreed to the duel. Even quite grinned, as if he was an instigator. Does he really want to face power with a man? He is aware that he is much stronger and accurately wins. Angus turned pale like chalk. To be crippled and humiliated in front of the young wife and all his subjects didn’t like him at all. All hope that the king of Elves will fight randomly.

Swords chose to the competition. Better would be arrows. Then everyone would take turns shot in the target prepared by the squire, and not in each other. On the swords it is easy to wound one or even kill.

"You can become a widow today," Infanta almost joyfully predicted. “And we will be inherited all county.”

“You are too early happy,” said Amaranta. "I still did not have time to acquire a male heir, which means that the castle, and the land can take away the far relatives of my husband.”

"There is not Aluar, a stupid girl," answered a white bird. “The heir can be here a girl or a widow.”

Dagda really conceived to kill Angus and make her widow. Very convenient! If you got rid of the opponent, you can care for the widow, without fearing anyone. On the one hand it is despicably, but on the other it is tempting. Not that she does not love Angus, but the thought that she could become the wife of the King of Elves ... Stop, because the elves cannot marry mortals. So, killing Angus for Dagda does not make sense. Angus is his best friend. At least both the man and the elf behave like good friends. It is unlikely that Dagda will betray the friendship, for love, or passion, or what she feels to him there. All right! And the passion for the handsome dark-haired Angus seems now just a friendly feeling. She loves him like a brother, as a defender, like a pretty friend, from which it is so nice to get bouquets of flowers and gifts, but for which you will never marry. But she already came out! And the connection with those whose appearance really burned the heart, it became impossible. So what to do? If only Dagda did not dare to murder the count in order to free her from earthly marriage.

Amaranta made her way into the first rows of the crowd, gathered around the meadow, on which the count and the king of the elves will fight. Here is dangerous! She can hurt by the sword. Angus has already removed coat and put on a light kuirass. Dagda remained in a green coat, decorated by alive leaves.

The privilege to attack the first he left his mortal enemy. After a moment, it immediately became clear why. Dagda reflected the blows slightly, but this was enough for Angus to come from. And what will happen if the elf becomes fighting all over?

Behind the shoulders Amaranta the public did rates. Almost all the most faithful friends of Angus put on Dagdu.

“And who will you put on?” said Adeline. “I put my last gold, and even my diamond earrings on the elf. And I think I will not be mistaken.”

“How can I bet when people can hurt each other?” Amaranta was indignant.

“Not people, but elves, did you want to say? For people, I see, there is no chance.”

She was right. Angus received a bruised injury. At his face and the body, he had already appeared abrasions, and the elf did not even make any effort. Only reflected strikes.

“What do you think, I can get carried away at least one elf?” Questioned Adeline.

“Are you serious?”

"Yes," the girlfriend nodded with readiness. “I want him to marry. He is beautiful and silent, and rich, probably. With such a defender, I am not afraid of a whole army.”

Dagda has already demonstrated his skill immediately on several knights, because Angus hurt too much and asked about a temporary respite. How easily the elf managed to cope at the beginning with five, then with ten, and later with a dozen of the most skillful knights!

“He's champion!” Adeline looked at him in love with her eyes. “Will you not introduce me to him or to someone from his magic tribe?”

"I am almost not familiar with him," Amaranta answered. As soon as a lie so easily broke out of her lips! Apparently, she becomes a liar, like all elves or like all lovers who are forced to hide their feelings.

“Nonsense! As the hostess of the castle you have the right to introduce to each other, who came to you. Such is a local etiquette.”

“It was different at home.”

“Therefore, I like more here. And you?”

“I do not even believe that everything is allowed to me.”

"Except to stop the duel," Infanta emphasized, clinging her claws to the blood in the shoulder of Amaranta, for which she sat on the pole. - And it should be stopped if you do not want to be a widow. The king of the elves has conceived something unkind.

Why is it suddenly a cheeky bird so worried? After all, she recently wanted that Amaranta became a widow.

"I do not believe," Adeline intervened. “The elves are gallant and valiant.”

“And do you want me to introduce you  to one of them?” said Amaranta.

“Of course, I do,” Adeline did not lie.  Many girls have disliked her for the straightness.

“And what if elves can not marry at all?” Amaranta was worried about this and herself, although she was not shine no longer to be bride. And it's still scary that Dagda marry once on someone. On the Queen of fairies, for example.

“They are not monks!” Adeline was indignant.

“Well, suddenly they are not allowed to take mortal girls as theirs wife.

“There are prohibitions in order to break them,” Adeline with a crunch revealed a luxurious fan. “It is hot!”

And really! The grass around the feet of Dagda burned and blackened. It seems that the fire came from him.

“He's angry!” Infanta whispered right to her ear. “When the king of the elves is in anger, he can cause fire.”

And the truth, on several knights, flashed their armors. The squires ran for water buckets from the well. No one understood what's the matter. And Dagda already fought again with a rested Angus. The count even after the respite looked exhausted. And the elf, on the contrary, was full of new forces. Including magical. From his sword, sparkling multicolored sparks fly away. Angus squinted, because the appearance of the elf began to blind his eyes.

"It happens," Infanta explained, she knew a lot of things about the elves. “Their kind blinds opponents, so people can not fight with them. But one Dagda can overcome a whole regiment or even fight with a real dragon.”

"Why is it angry if his invulnerability is aware?"

“He wants to kill now, but remembers some ancient condition that does not allow him to kill.”

“Is it because of the peaceful union?”

“No, it isn’t. Some other reason.”

“And what is it?” Amaranta was ready to pull the bird for the tail from impatience.

“There is some condition that you can not kill the mortal husband of the one who loved. Otherwise, you will be separated for a whole century,” Infanta recalled the rules with difficulty, as if someone's spells prevented her to remember.

“What are you talking about?”

Amaranth noticed at the lawn some kind of woman in black robe, with a porcelain doll’s face and a coal-black bird on the shoulder. The silhouette of a woman was almost merged with a darkly farmed forest.

Infanta’s beak barely revealed.

"It seems that they practice witchcraft on me," she complaints about.

“What a nonsense!”

Dagda has already stacked Angus. b****y marks were made on the body of the count, as a seal. But Angus was not going to surrender. An ardent boy woke up in hum. Dagda also showed more aggression. He really was angry, but for some reason he did not decrease to make a deadly blow. Only crossed the enemy. Everyone watched the struggle, hopping his breath. The fight was delayed for more than an hour. The sun was sake, dropping on the meadow of the bricks. In their villain, the blood puddles were lost, which had grown the grass burned.

“So!” The silhouette of a woman in the forest disappeared, and Infanta could speak. “I remembered! There is a law. It is called "one century before the wedding."

“What is it? Some nonsense. Although if you judge: elves live long. For them, the century is not the term. If their wedding preparations are so long, then it is clear why no mortal girl has still become their wife.”

“You are a fool!” said the bird. “You look only on the surface. And you must look a little deeper. Truth is always in depth.”

“What do you mean?” Amaranta didn’t like, as she was called, but she really could not think of herself. You will not say anything to the offensive truth in response.

“One century before the wedding to wait only to those elects of the elves, which are already married mortal women. It happens that you fall in love with someone who is not free. And the death of all people frees from their pair.”

“Excluding the cases of family burial when the married couple has one grave.”

“This is not the case when the elf took you and keeps in captivity. Then you remain young and alive, and your earthly spouse is dying with time. Nobody lives longer than a century. Therefore, the law on one century before the wedding is quite logical. As soon as a husband will die, you will become an elf's wife. Provided, naturally, the elf still wants to marry you. They also do not like to wait. Dagda here is very hot: and in a figurative sense, and in the straight. From the heat that he created in the meadow my feathers will flash now.”

“And if the elf kill her husband? "Amaranta noted that many ladies from non-supported heat began to wave with fans. In the meadow, it became stuffy, like in the furnace, but no one was bold to leave until it would end so curious fight.

“Then you will have to part for a whole century. In the meantime, the husband is alive, albeit abandoned, you can live together.

“How curious! Magic nature is so stirring about mortal spouses,” with sarcasm said Amaranta.

“The matter is in some tragedy, which came out due to the love of the elf to the bride of human groom. That's where this law arose. He is magical, that is, it is impossible to break it.”

Dagda just defeated Angus, threw him on the ground and put the tip of the sword to his throat. The sword of the count was lying away. Amaranth shoved her breath, but Dagda did not dare to kill. He whispered something, and the sword of Angus suddenly crawled on the grass itself, like an insect, approaching the hand of the count. The new round of battle began.

“Will they fight all day?” Adeline was amazed.

"No, only until night," Amaranta remembered that she promised him a date at night when everyone would sleep. "

And Dagda, obviously, decided to save her from the need to visit a couple bedroom.  Dagda managed to break an Angus foot, and hand. Now the count will have to spend the night in the same room with a doctor. And maybe several nights.

"Sorry, I don't know how it happened," said he. "I will heal you with charms.”

“Not worth it!” Angus pushed his hand.

Maybe Dagda is not so generous as it seemed first. Although who remains honest when it comes to your own gain? People are forever and hypocrite. The king of elves is no exception.

"I said that it was just a passion," a whisper came from the scarlet roses on the wall of the tower. “The one who is experiencing a clean love will never make an evil deed.”

From the white roses came a sad sigh. It seems the white fairy in them experienced disappointment. But the red roses suddenly became more magnificent and there were so much that they were covered with almost all the walls of the castle.