The Fight between Fire and Earth

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Inion Ri Lilika, the faerie Princess, is Fighting for her kingdom, from her brother Damien. But when she attempts to flee and lands in a little girl's backyard...will she, or the little girl, be safe?

Submitted: November 04, 2008

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So This is my first story ever!! (WOOT) Anyways, just a short story I wrote for class...Enjoy, critize, compliment...W.E

--thanks!! Gem

The sun was waking up. It was spreading its soft warm tendrils over the sky and painting the twilight canvas with colors of peachy orange, sun-burnt pink, and a baby bell blue. Soft cushions of air and water clung to the sky, adding texture to the rising sun's kaleidoscope of colors. Slowly, the soft orange undertones flared into rays of brilliant gold as the sun peaked over the top of a grove of willow trees. A warm glow spread into the window of the house behind the grove of trees. The sun’s radiant glow spread into a small bedroom, slowly reaching into every crevice of the room. The soft pink walls lit up with light, the wood of the white dresser seemed to magically gloss over. The mirror, hanging above the dresser, reflected the light, adding brilliance to the room. The reflection of the light radiated towards the bed, illuminating the face of a little girl. With droopy eyes, the small girl slowly stirred. Her round cherub face was framed by short, auburn curls that seemed to wrap her head in a tiara of colored hues. Slowly, she sat up, the lavender cotton sheets sliding to her waist. She brought her petite fists up to her still closed eyes and rubbed them in small circles. A yawn rose from the depths of her stomach and emerged from her thin lips. She raised her hands slowly above her head and elongated her torso. Her hands lazily drifted back to her sides as she finally opened her large, round hazel eyes. She slowly turned her head towards the window, and with her large innocent eyes took in the site of the rising sun.

Meanwhile, in Japan, a small crinkled old man didn’t wake up. In a small farm in the middle of Norway, a sheep gave birth to a baby cow; the farmer cursed the pixies that roamed his land. And in the land known only to those of magical birth, a faerie princess ran away from her once beloved palace. Using the small amount of magic she had left, she opened a portal and jumped through it. In her fatigued state the princess didn’t have time to direct where the portal took her. She had hoped for the ancient land of the Celts, knowing that she would find an asylum there. However, her lack of magic and exhaustion directed the portal to a small grove of willow trees, just outside a little girl’s window.

As the innocent child observed the radiance of the sun, a flash of meadow green light appeared within the grove of willow trees. The girl’s eyes widened as she detected the faint glimmer from the trees. With a sense of purpose the little girl slid out of her bed and ran to her closet. Over her baby pink and lace covered nightgown, she pulled on a small green jacket that was made of a soft material and had a zipper running down the front and two pockets that rested gently near her stomach. Upon her bare feet she slipped a pair of bright yellow plastic rain boots that ascended to her knees. Satisfied that she could safely traverse outside the little girl slowly opened her door. She knew she had to be quiet, her mother was asleep in the other room, and the little girl knew that she must go exploring on her own. For children know that there are things to be found in woods, and unlike adults they are curious to find them. She was sad that her mother wouldn’t want to find out what the green flash of light was, but she knew that finding it by herself would be a much greater adventure. With the care and ease that only a child possesses, the curious girl slipped out the back door and half-ran, half-stumbled (for she was still rather tired) towards the grove of willow trees.

Once inside the canopy of the trees, the little girl slowed to a walk. She walked forward, bravely but cautiously. As she studied the area in front of her, she felt a tingle permeate her small frame. With a sense of understanding she followed her senses, and led by the tingle within her, came upon a small area of leaves. Instantly she knew this was were the flash had occurred, for these leaves were brown and smoldering, like the leaves she’d seen her father place upon a camp fire. Anticipation and fear overwhelmed the little girl’s emotions as she inched towards the smoldering circle of foliage. As she approached the ring of ashes, a small head raised itself from the vegetation. With wide eyes the small girl froze. The head was covered in dark, lush green hair, the color of winter ferns. Pointed ears peaked out between the long strands of hair, and a small circlet of gold was wrapped around the small head. The head was soon followed by a small, humanoid frame, accompanied by small noises of frustration. The figure was facing the small girl, but it had yet to raise its head and perceive its surroundings. Its small frame was adorned in an alien substance; it gleaned like silk, but appeared to be soft like cotton. It was a fitted dress, with spaghetti straps and a tapered skirt; it glimmered and twinkled in the rising sun’s light, making its coloring indistinguishable. The little girl gasped, when the figure whimpered in pain and spread a pair of thin, translucent wings. They took on the sheen of mica, and cast a small glow around her petit frame. At the sound of the girl’s breath the petit figure’s head snapped up and her large, almond shaped lavender eyes pierced the girl’s very soul. The little girl froze, noting the precise point of the figure’s chin, the fear in her eyes and the apprehension of being discovered. At the same time, the figure could see curiosity and fear mixed in the girl’s eyes, but most prevalent was the innocence that shone like a beacon through her soul. Her lavender eyes immediately softened and her face took on that of a pained animal, “Help me,” She whispered, with a voice that sounded like the whisper of the wind through the trees, “Please, help me!” With a sharp intake of breath she collapsed onto the ground. The little girl immediately rushed to her side, cradling the frail body in her arms, “What are you? How can I help? Are you hurt? What..?” The girl’s questions were cut short when the figure opened her eyes and looked up, “My name is Inion RI Lilika, and your people would call me a faerie. Please, I need your help!” Her lavender eyes looked at the little girl with a look of desperation and hope. The girl quickly responded, “My name’s Mae, I’m just a little girl, but I’ll help you,” Mae gave a sweet, determined smile, “I promise.”

“Thank you, thank you so much” with noticeable relief in her voice Inion RI Lilika began to explain her situation; she lifted herself out of Mae’s embrace and sat cross legged across from her.

“My name is Inion RI Lilika; I believe that “Inion RI” translates to princess in your tongue. You see I’m the younger of two royally-bred Faerie kits. The tradition of our family, the ruling house of Gal’ Leona, has always been that the eldest offspring take over the ruling position in our land.” With a deep sigh of regret and remorse the Faerie continued “However, my elder brother Damian was exiled from our land. About 100 years ago, your time, he began to research the benefits of using dark magic, the kind that pixies and soul-summoners use. The council of High Priests that preside over the justice in our land had forbid dark magic centuries ago, but Damien had always possessed a curious mind. They warned him, and almost forbade him to do any research, but he has a very convincing tongue. At first, he just wanted to learn the basic knowledge and gain an understanding of how the dark magic works. But as time progressed” She paused and shifter her lavender eyes towards the ground. A single tear escaped from her left eye and slid down her cheek like a glistening silver droplet. In a much quieter, more humble voice she continued, “The darkness began to infiltrate his soul, like many others before him he was driven mad by a lust for power and by the demon’s that seemed to haunt his very dream. When the Council realized that he had been corrupted they attempted to banish the demons from his soul, but they were too far imprinted on him that they had no power there. Instead, they banished him from our Kingdom and forbade him from ever returning, ‘lest he wanted to take over as his rightful place as king.” Mae watched intently as Lilika lifted her chin and gazed back into her hazel eyes. Her voice became loud and strong again as she continued. “I loved my brother so much, and I missed him terribly but I had a duty to fulfill. As the next child, I was in line for the ruling position, but the Council felt I needed more training and experience. While my brother was exiled I was trained on the duties I would need to fulfill, and my magic was always under the test. However, last night at my induction when I was going to finally take my place on the throne, Damien, and a horde of demons who he’d gathered attacked our palace. I had longed to see my brother again, but the faerie who attacked me last night was not my brother. His soul had long been corrupted, and his powers had grown. I attempted to flee the palace, I knew that I wouldn’t be any match for him, but I wasn’t quick enough.” Her lavender eyes became unfocused as she recalled the events of the night “I ended up fighting my brother, and I lost. But instead of killing me like I thought he would, He cast a powerful spell that began sucking all of my magic out of me. With a final effort I was able to open a portal to this world, but in my weakened state I wasn’t able to direct it to where I needed to go.” As she finished her tale, her words drifted off into the wind. Mae had to inch closer to hear the last part of her story. Lilika’s lavender eyes drifted onto Mae’s face, and Mae was alarmed to see that steady streams of glistening tears were cascading down her pointed face. “He should have killed me, only my true brother wouldn’t have!” She sobbed defiantly, then finally breaking down hunched over and howled “His soul is still alive, I know it!!” With a final breath she broke down into a torrent of sobs. Mae inched forward and wrapped her arms around the shaking figure. “please,” Mae whispered quietly and reassuringly “how can I help?” But the princess wasn’t composed enough to give a reply. Slowly, Lilika was able to stifle her sobs, and regain her voice. With a warbled voice she looked up at Mae, whose large, innocent eyes were full of the purest compassion Lilika had ever seen. “I think, I know what you can do to help me.” Lilika whispered, her voice, although still sweet like the wind on the breeze, was unsteady and warbled at the different pitches. “I need you to –“ A cracking sound, like that of a bull whip snapped in the air, filled the grove of willow trees as a fiery-red light blazed into existence. The intensity of the light caused Lilika and Mae to shield their eyes with their hands. As the light diminished, Lilika looked into the clearing. With a small whimper of fear she cowered behind Mae as recognition sparked in her mind. Standing only feet from the two figures, stood another, taller faerie. Unlike Lilika, who was petit, this faerie had a stout figure. His feet were covered with black, durable boots that blended seamlessly with the black pants he wore. Over his muscular torso he wore a sleeveless, black, leather tunic that rustled slightly in the wind. His bare arms bulged with muscles. From his back he sprouted two dark wings. They appeared to be dripping malice, and had an oily sheen to them that portrayed rot and decay. His long black hair descended to his shoulders in a greasy ring of malevolence. He two had pointed ears that poked out from his curtain of hair, and as he raised his chin, the facial similarities between himself and Lilika were undeniable. A sneer spread across his thin lips as his eyes, that were completely black, with rings of red instead of irises, took in the site of the two huddled figures in front of him. “My dear sister,” the words fell from his lips into the dead air, “Running is futile, and I’m here to finish what I started.” He began stalking towards them; Lilika remained cowered in fear, but Mae rose to her feet. She stood defensively in front of Lilika and stared defiantly at Damien. Damien glared at the small child, who stood with her arms spread wide, and looked into her eyes. He stopped dead as his eyes pierced into the window of her soul, and saw fear, innocence and compassion. He stared dumbfounded as she tears ran down her face and she began to speak quietly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry that you lost your kingdom, and that you got exiled, and I’m sorry that you aren’t you anymore…” she paused as her tears turned into sobs and she collapsed onto the ground, craning her neck to look up at Damien. “Please, your sister still loves you, she believes you’re still you….please, change back for her! I’m sorry that you turned bad, and that you’re all alone. I’m so so sorry!” And with that Mae’s sobs escalated to an indistinguishable howl. Damien began shuddering as the compassion within this small, strange child began to seep through his body. Lilika gasped in shock as Damien fell to the ground, and Mae’s howls ceased as she watched Damien’s shaking intensify. He gaped at Mae, his eyes full of rage, fear and Mae recognized gratitude as well. His convulsions increased as cowered on the ground; his wings spread out behind him. They began to tremble, and the black oil seeped off of them into the ground, revealing iridescent red shimmer-like wings underneath. His hair began to glow faintly, like smoldering embers, and as he looked upward his eyes were no longer black, instead they were now an ardent red. They were filled with a gratitude that radiated towards Mae and Lilika. With an unnatural grace he raised himself off of the ground. Lilika and Mae slowly rose in front of him.

“Brother, is that really you?” With a hesitant smile, on lips that now seemed full of life “I think so, I really, really do.” He extended his hand towards Lilika “Can you forgive me dear sister?” Lilika stepped forward with a smile on her face and tears glistening down her face “Yes.” She rested her delicate hand upon his and hand-in-hand they faced Mae. Damien looked the now smiling girl in the eyes “Thank you, your raw compassion for a stranger was what my true soul desperately needed to see.” Mae smiled radiantly and looked at Lilika, who in her breeze like voice, expressed her gratitude; “Thank you, thank you so much” “Anytime” Mae breathed, in a quiet voice of awe and bewilderment. With a smile upon their faces and blissfulness in their eyes, the fire and the earth faerie chanted a faint, melodious spell and slowly dissipated in a resplendent golden blaze. As the glimmer of light dispersed Mae was left standing alone in the grove of trees. She glanced back at the ring of smoldered leaves, validating the reality of her morning. As the sun’s glorious rays finally found their way into the grove of willow trees, Mae turned to face the sun. She thought of the golden light of the sun, and the golden light of siblings reunited. She knew that the sun’s warmth would always ignite the spark of magic within her. With a tranquil smile upon her face, Mae began to walk slowly back to her house. Relishing in the morning sun’s rays, the harmony of nature and the knowledge that somewhere a Faerie Prince and Princess where together again, and that even a human child like herself had the power of magic within her soul.


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