Amaranta - Rival of Fairies' Queen

Guest from the Magic World

Amaranta dreamed on the go. She already could not remember how she has married. The wedding was in a huge cathedral, as if created from the clouds, it would seem a dream if it was not filling with the guests of people and elves.

Angus managed to explain to her that it was quite natural. People and magic people have ever had to unite. It is necessary to live on one land peacefully. Two races: human and magic, must make friends. Someone had to take the first step to conclude the Union, and Angus was made. Her groom was always very bold, sometimes even reckless. Rather, her husband is already, and not the groom. Amaranta frowned, reminding the wedding. Something did not converge. She waited at the altar for one, and saw the other, and realized that it was impossible to live on without him.

Understood? Or did someone tried to inspire it?

“Wake up, a stupid girl! You are entirely under his spells!” Infanta was concerned about her, but the bird's warnings were not at all what Amaranta could now listen to.

She seemed to be burned when she was looking at a stranger in the crown. Although it is possible to call him a stranger. She seemed always to know him. All eternity she was with him. Or does she inspire someone too? A white bird with amber in her forehead was sure that the hostess was enchanted. Well, let it! What can a bird know about love? Is it love? Amaranta wanted to kiss the king of elves, and not her own groom. How could it go out? She did not understand herself. In the head was a strange noise. Or maybe it was all the case in the noise of the wings of the terrible creatures who gathered under the dome of the cathedral. They stared at the bride with their red eys as if they wanted to rush down and kidnap her on the command of their king.

“Yes, I would like to kidnap you ...”

Dagda did not utter these words out loud, but she heard.

And stuck in the head of Angus to enter into an alliance with these creatures? They can drive away with one of their presence nearby, in one glance. But once Angus decided that it was necessary to go on a truce, he should believe. He could not do something in vain. Maybe she came to his county in vain, because she does not know the local people. And they, as it turned out, got along near such unusual creatures and even divided the territory with them. Where Amaranth rose, there were no such creatures. Her people did not utter supernatural neighbors. And the county of Angus is the Earth of Magic. How could he hide from her all this? Why not told immediately? He was afraid that she would refuse to marry him, if she finds out that it had full of supernatural creatures in his homeland, and any of them could become an irreconcilable enemy for all eternity for the entire County if he was angry with them. Thus, they can already go into the grave with Angus, and their children and grandchildren will still pursue some angry elves.

There is a dangerous edge, but she is still glad that she came. As if someone whispered to her that she always had to live here. This is a misunderstanding that she found it so far beyond the sea. As if she chose where she was born! But some kind of magic voice assured that her original homeland is here, and there are no roads back from here. After all, arriving here, she is a meant with the elves clan, and not with the human count.

How strange! What only does not come to mind from drinking of the magic wine, which a monster in the exquisite coat suggested her. Only in this county there are monsters capable of dressing up like a noblemen. And only here is served the wine that affects the occurrence of magic.

But the ball after the wedding is quite natural. It is not clear how it turned out to be. She remembered only the wedding in an unusual temple and noise of wings. And now she dances a dance with a partner, from which it is impossible to remove the eyes. It seems to be hypnotizes. High, blonde, silent and some kind of domineering, as if all here for some reason should be bowed before him.

Why is she dancing with him, and not with her fiance? All around in white. Does all the guests for the wedding came in white? It seems on the ancient tradition in white should be only a bride and a bridegroom. There is no rest. And here on all sophisticated snow-white outfits with gold or silver border.

Someone flashed the wings, the same silver as a ringer of the outfit. How strange! For some reason, Amaranta did not immediately remember that the elves were invited to the wedding. Their exactly half of the gathered. Strange customs! Magic people among those invited to the human wedding! It seems that the fiance is an elf himself. To invite half of the guests from the people, and the second half of nonhumans is supposed only if someone from the crowned is also not a person, but an elf. Either the fairy is a bride, but the groom is a man or the bride is mortal, and the groom is an elf. Then guests are divided into two equal parts from elves and people. But in case the human wedding, then all guests must also be people. And if the magic creatures are married, then on the contrary - all guests from their race. Otherwise it is impossible. These are customs.

And where does she know about these customs? Amaranta frowned eyebrows. She did not hear about this. But knowledge arose in the head itself, as read in the invisible book in front of the nose. But it is not a book in front of it, but a cavalier. The most beautiful young man in the world. And he is not a man. He is an elf.

And all guests suddenly turned out to be solid magical creatures. And where are people? After all, they also attended here. So why now there are only fairies, elves, and even some freaks with wings in elegant coats. The latter came between guests and behaved viciously. That's about to throw. She even frightened.

“Do not be afraid! I'm with you!”

How good is to be next to him! How warm! How calmly! From his wings there is a strong wind, and she in his arms feels such a pleasant golden warmth, as if near the tropical sun.

“You are beautiful! But I should be somewhere else!”

And here she is on the cliff. No, she is on the edge of the tower, which is crumbling and over which the dragon is pouring. This from his breath the castle’s wall is lit and rushed. At the bottom is the whole army of the fairies. The elves were beautiful on the ball but now they are angry. A delightful magical society suddenly turned into a black flock of a warriors who precipitate the castle.

And a black bird with a red stone in the forehead flies over the head of Amaranta and said angrily:

“That's what your careless brought,  a stupid girl in love.

And she wants to shout at her, but the lips do not move. The bird looks like an Infanta, but only more evil. And a terrible woman came along with a bird. Rather came flying, because she also has the black wings. There are not bird’s wings, but the patterned wings of butterfly. She also has a red stone in the forehead, grows straight in the skin, and her dress is a real fire. And she also whispers viciously, trying to rip the necklace from the neck of Amaranta:

“Leave him! He is mine!”

Amaranta fights with her. And her rival turns into a post of a black fire.

And that's all. On this dream ended.

So it was only a dream?

Amaranta did not know: to sigh to her with relief or with disappointment.

A huge bed wit curtains, on which she slept, was clearly an ancient marital bed of local counts. And in the wedding night the bed must be decorated with the flowers from their coat of arms: forget-me-not, chicory and a beast. There are the flowers from the local fields. Bright golden roses appeared instead of them.

“This is a miracle!” Amaranta stretched out her hand to touch one gold rose and strongly stuffed a finger about a sharp spike." It really was like a metal. Is it true that these roses are made of pure gold? It looks like that. That's just gold doesn’t grow. And these roses are pulled in length, grow up in front of their eyes, capture more and more space. Soon they tarnish the whole bed.

Amaranta grabbed the peignoir, threw over the lace shirt and literally jumped out of the bed. It would be unreasonable to wait for the maid now. It was too dangerous in the bedroom. It is necessary to run from here. If all these are jokes of elves, local good allies, then she chose the country incorrectly in which she will live. Is she married or not, and from such an edge of the magic you need to flee without regard. Will you stay here and become a victim of fairies.

Where is Angus? Surely, he is hunting or singing with his new supernatural allies. Any inclusive young man will be happy with such friends as the boy is glad to slings. After all, with such allies, everything can not be with simple people. After all, they are magical and all capable. Want - the whole world will tighten with gold roses and wander all the ill-wishers magic wine, and you want to get used by all the enemy army by barbed pits, in which the enemies are confused and dried, erased by metal spikes.

For a guy, this is all a great entertainment, but there is nothing to do in such a place. She prefers a decent life to witchcraft pumping. And here, so look, still get the inquisition, if someone comes to the king of Ilion and tells about what is happening. The bishop died from severe bleeding and burns right after the wedding. She wonder what he managed to burn. Unless inside the cathedral, renounced Finodirries, he felt like in a hot furnace. That is why evil spirits under the ceiling so happily scratched claws.

Be that as it may, Amaranta was not going to become their next victim. She needs to borrow from the count’s stables a good fast horse and go back to the port to catch the closest ship. All the same, the marriage, partially bonded by a bishop, and partly by an elf, can be considered invalid.

Amaranta looked down the window. Below on the lawn, some creatures were playing a bow with a group of squires, and the monsters were measured with knights. Behind all this afar watched a flock of evil fairies.

And all this evil spirits are not on the fire of inquisition! And not even in hell, where they should be. All of them, as dear guests, freely settled next to people. They eat a human food, get dressed in human clothes, soon will sleep with human wives. So, as a sign of gratitude for the magic union, which is concluded.

It is necessary to run away as soon as possible from this wild edge. Amaranta knocked ribbons with trembling fingers.

“Stop! Do not go!”

Who said that? Certainly not Angus! The voice was pleasant and crazy, as if honey. From it became sweet in the soul. Amaranta looked around in search of the spoken. It seemed that the voice came from everywhere: both on the left, and on the right, and even from the ceiling. Maybe this is just an echo or another hallucination - the consequence of magic wine drunk yesterday. She drank just one glass of wine. Where are so many visions?

Golden roses sparkled everywhere. She touched and pricked herself.

“This is a gift from me. I wanted to give them to you both for a wedding, you and Angus. But, seeing you, I realized that they were alone for you. Golden roses - a symbol of my kingdom.”

The king of the elves stood nearby. He arose as if from nowhere. Amaranta did not even have time to amaze. And he intercepted and kissed her hand. The blood from the thickens of the thumb immediately ceased to flow.

“I came to console you. It seemed to me at the wedding that you had a frustrated look. Do you miss homeland? I fly there and bring you some reminder from relatives?”

“Can you do it?”

"I can deliver a letter from them for an hour."

“Do you not use the ship.”

“And without taking advantage of the servants. I myself can become your messenger.”

He is sincere and on appearance is completely innocent. She needs to drive him away from here, while the desire to betray her husband will not be completely irresistible. She is just newlywed, she did not even live in marriage, but already thinking about treason. And the object of the temptation came not from somewhere, but from the world of magic. He must  not be here. Otherwise, everything will go wrong. Magic beings should not invade here so that there is no confusion.

“Fly!” Amaranta turned away.

"I can deliver you in Aluar to your family. Right now. Do you want?” He was already standing near her, as if she was not turned away. Where do you not turn, he is everywhere.”

“What do you want?” Amaranta surrendered.

“Make you happy!”

“Me or Angus?”

“Mainly you. But I see, you are not glad that I am here.”

“We are too different, you and me, an elf and a girl.”

“So what?”

“Magic creatures and people should not meet.”

“But we have already met, and I do not regret it.”

He handed out an empty palm to Amaranta and the gold rose with gold spikes immediately appeared in it, as if it had bloomed on his skin.

“Accept as a sign of my admiration for you!”

The flower was made of pure gold. You can buy a whole village house for one petal, and the whole rose in dew from diamonds will be at the cost of small feudal possession. If the king of the elves makes gifts, then the highest sample. But this is not the main thing! His visit is a greater gift than all the treasures of the world. After all, he can everything. If you make friends with him, there will be no worries. Amaranta just realized what honor was his visit to her.

Dagda himself was near. From him was magic in the air. His beautiful blue eyes on a moment reflected the rainbow. Amaranta extended her hand and timidly touched him as a golden shade. They are soft as rye. And his face is so beautiful, open and very young. This is a child of nineteen, and not the terrible king of elves. Without his crown, he looked shy and unprotected. She wanted to caress him like a golden kitten, who himself came to visit.

His coat, shirt and cloak - everything was green. Amaranth pulled his collar for the lace and found that it was not a lace, but a green sprout. From the skin above the ears under the curly strands, gold leaves also grew. It was so unusual and so beautiful that Amaranta laughed happily.

How nice to be close to the elf. Immediately gets so warm and good, as if she is at home. And the evil idea comes to mind that her house where the king of the elves lives, and not where her husband is. Close and beloved of her always was only this beautiful elf.

Dagda hugged her for the waist, not to say a word, and quickly pulled to him. Between his fingers, green sprouts were made to the leaves, but she didn't care. Let both of them to turn the greens, the main thing so that he further hugged her. In his arms, she agrees to contact one blooming spreader tree.

By the way, as it would be nice, to frozen with a tree with a trunk consisting of two figures woven in the arms: one elf and one human, and branches that melt into the crown as the connected hands. People will pass by and not understand where it came from. And she with his beloved can be all the time together.

What to hide? Dagda is the one to whom she fell in love with the first glance at her wedding with Angus.

"Only someone can take and cut a love tree," a rough voice suggested above her head.

Amaranta did not have time to understand who spoke. The guards passed by, so Dagda quickly pulled her into alcove. There they froze, turning to the cypress with the embossed double-headed trunk. The guards and flirting guests passed by, without noticing them, like numerous palm trees in the tub.

Metamorphosis occurred so quickly that Amaranta did not understand why the body was covered with a bark, and her legs and hands are not observed. The spells slept quickly, barely left again, as the bark crumbled, and the leaves remained growing only on her dress. They will soon disappear.

Taking advantage of her confusion, Dagda quickly pressed his lips to her lips. This is a really magic, not a kiss. Amaranth felt smells of flowering meadows, rain and roses’ petals. And then suddenly, from somewhere smelled of something burning and the heat.

Dagda immediately broke away from her lips.

“I have to go!”

“So soon? "And that says that she wanted to drive him back so as not to be seduced too much.

Dagda did not even laugh at such a change. Looking like, he also felt not in his plate and was very embarrassed.

"I'll be back," he sincerely promised. “And the day will not pass, how I will be with you again.”

She did not want to let him go. She would look at this beautiful face for the whole eternity. But the elf disappeared, leaving her the leaves of cypress on the dress, gold roses on columns and light aura of magic.