Requiem for Ellie

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
In a dismal world, little Ellinore dreams up demons and angels in a rose filled garden. But when she meets a beautiful faerie boy her life is changed forever. A very simple story that a child could understand.

Submitted: June 14, 2010

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a little girl named Ellinore. But everyone just called her Ellie for short. Ellie lived in a world of smoke and ashes. A world where dreams didn’t come true and where unstoppable machines of wickedness never stopped moving. One day, Ellie was sitting in her dear mother’s garden admiring the roses. In her hair was her usual crown of roses. She loved wearing roses in her hair. They made her feel like a princess. At the back of the garden was a door that led nowhere. It was surrounded by a high brick wall. Ellie tried to open it every day, but she couldn’t because it was locked and only her mother had the key. She had begged and begged but her mother would not relent. So Ellie would just wait for the door to open by itself. On this particular day, Ellie was just talking the roses into having a tea party with her, when a voice came from the other side of the door. Ellie went up to the door and said hello. The door opened from inside and out came a very handsome boy. He was tall with reddish-brown hair intertwined with fall leaves that framed pale skin. His eyes were the color of burnished bronze. Ellie asked what he was doing there. And the boy said he did not know. Now the little girl was frightened by the boy, for he was more beautiful than all of the other handsome boys she had seen. And she deduced, with her innocent yet childish brain, that the boy must have been a faerie boy. So the faerie boy and the girl had a little tea party with all the roses through the day and into the night. It was adorable. But at sunrise, the faerie boy began to flutter in the fading sun and with a single goodbye; he was right through the door. This caused the girl such distress, for she had no friends of her own and she was going to miss the faerie boy with the autumn leaves in his hair. As the days went by, she forgot the faerie boy, with his bronze eyes and his autumn hair. It was all a dream spun from tea and rose petals. But on the same day, the next year, the faerie boy came back, and he and Ellie danced the whole day away until the rising of the sun. This time the girl knew that the boy would return the next year. So every year, the faerie boy would come, and they would play in the world of smoke and ashes until the waking of the sun. Then the boy would vanish back to the strange world he came from. And the little girl fell in love with this faerie boy for he was beautiful, charming, smart, kind and sweeter than a chocolate cake. But as the years faded on, the girl began to change and age with the passing of the world of smoke and ashes. And the faerie boy stayed the same. His hair always shone and the leaves tangled in it never fell. But she still loved him. One day, Ellie confessed her love to the faerie boy. But the faerie boy explained that his race was empty. They could not understand human emotions. They did not know how to love. This made the girl sad. But she loved the boy and she would do anything to be with him. He felt a strong yet strange urge that grew inside of him, but he could not realize what it was because he was a faerie and the girl was a human. So the faerie boy went deep into the odd world of Faerie and sought out the Glaistig. He journeyed across shifting mountains and dark forests until he came to the lake of the Glaistig. This was a faerie with the body of a woman and the feet of a goat. She was once a beautiful lady in the world of smoke and ashes but trickery and deceit stole her from that world and took her to the land of the Faeries where she was cursed to seduce and drink the blood of young human men. The faerie woman sat in the middle of an enormous lake filled with the Asrai, a group of beautiful, nude water faeries. They huddled around the Glaistig and fed her with bowls of human blood. Since the Glaistig had been human before, she was the only faerie in all of Faerieland that could tell him about love. And she did. She told him that love was life and that to love was to live, for a human. To the faerie boy, it sounded beautiful. And when he thought of Ellie, he grasped the idea of love and realized that he loved her. So he rushed back to the world of smoke and ashes to tell her that he loved her. But she had already grown up. She had left her school and was ready enter into life. The faerie boy was sad because of this. He had seen many years go by. Centuries were days to him, and he did not want Ellie to grow up and detach herself from the world of dreamscapes and nightmares. So he took her away from the smoke and ashes to his own faerie world of light and feathers where they would marry and become King and Queen over Faerieland because the faerie boy was a prince. But the King and Queen were enraged that their son, their precious child of autumn hair and eyes, was marrying himself to a mere human girl. The faerie boy begged and pleaded for his parent’s to see the concept of human love but as ancient beings, they did not understand the love that the two shared. So they took the girl and locked her away in a cold cage made of glittering ice and black snow. The cage was attached to the scepter of the Faerie King in order to keep the girl from ever escaping. The faerie boy beseeched his parents but they would not listen. So he disobeyed the rules and decided to rescue Ellie. He went to her cage in the middle of the night, while the King was asleep, and used a magic knife to cut through the bars and free her. But the faerie boy’s father, the King, learned of this and captured his son and accused him of treason. Poor Ellie did not know what to do. So she sat in the middle of Faerieland and wept. Until the angels descended from heaven, followed by the roses she had talked to in her mother’s garden. The angels and roses told her that only she could save herself and her true love from the hand of the Faerie King. So, enflamed with courage and affection, Ellie went to the castle of the Faerie King. The guards at the castle laid their hands on her but they were repelled by the angels who appeared with swords of flame and eyes of fury. The guards were cut down where they stood. They others who stood in her way were taken by thorny vines down into the ground to feed the roses. And when Ellie entered the court of the Faerie King, roses slid out of the ground and pulled all of the elf-guards deep into the ground. The King was a great magician, for he was a faerie, but he was afraid of the girl who could talk to angels and command the roses. Ellie demanded her faerie boy to be brought to her, but the King had already sentenced him to the punishment fit for traitors. Ellie was heartbroken because of this. But the angels whispered into her ear and she gained determination. And the roses pushed at her feet, and she started a journey to return her love to his rightful place by her side. So she journeyed from the palace of the Faerie King to the Forest of the Great God Pan. The angels warned her not to stray from the path, for the servants of Pan did not look kindly upon strangers. But she paid no attention to the angels and decided to cut right through the forest in order to save time. So she left the path and went deep into the Forest. Then she fell into a faerie ring. A faerie ring is a ring of toadstools and is probably one of the most dangerous traps that you can get yourself into. As soon as she stepped into the ring, the circle of mushrooms filled with thousands of tiny, iridescent faeries that alighted upon toadstools and danced to the music of several small satyrs playing pan pipes and small fiddles. The satyrs danced in the middle of the ring with little goat legs and small hooves that replaced their feet. Despite her quest and her lover’s plight, Ellie danced to the music of the faeries. She forgot about the journey she was on, and what she was doing the journey for. But the angels used the swords to cut her wrist and brought her back to reality. She left the faerie ring with a huff and left the Forest of Pan and found herself in a vast marsh. She waded through the water and muck until she found the path she had so foolishly left. But she was stopped by a horrid creature known as Jenny Greenteeth. Jenny Greenteeth was a water demon with long lank hair, sharp gruesome teeth, and pallid emerald and had a sadistic fetish for drowning innocent children in ponds or lakes. The demon grabbed the girl and threatened to drag her down to the murky depths of the marsh. Ellie struggled with the water demon but Jenny was too strong. The demon pulled her down halfway into the marsh and cackled. The angels raised their flaming swords and dug them deep into the greenish skin of the water demon. The demon screeched with pain and let go of the girl. The girl pulled herself out of the marsh and ran away from the demon that was now howling as it realized it had lost her prey. Ellie ran from the marsh only to find herself at the shore of a great ocean. She was afraid of the water after what happened with Jenny Greenteeth. She ran alongside the ocean, the wet sand coursing through past her feet, until she reached the desert where the Morrigan lived. The Morrigan was a great spirit that would take the form of a crow and bring the news of death to warriors and knights. Ellie was frightened but the angels helped her. They walked to the Aerie of the Morrigan buried halfway in the Chess Desert. The Desert was a checkerboard of white sand and black dust. The Aerie was a large black cage that sat in a square of white sand. It was there she encountered the Morrigan. The Morrigan was a woman with white skin and black hair that matched her jet-black eyes. Every few minutes or so, the Morrigan would change from a young woman, to a mature woman and then to an old woman. Crows flew around her, shrouding her like some awful cloud. Ellie asked where her lover was, but the Morrigan did not know. But the spirit told Ellie of the Graeae. They would know where the faerie boy was. So Ellie decided to journey across the forests and mountains of Faerie to the dwelling of the Graeae. But then she realized that she didn’t know where the Graeae lived. So Ellie fell to the floor and wept. But the Morrigan took pity on her and summoned a large flock of crows to take the girl to the Graeae. The crows scooped her up and flew her away from the Chess Desert and toward the dwelling of the Graeae. The landscape flew beneath her until it was as if she had become part of an elaborate painting that took shape from blurs and other strange figures. But as the end of the journey came close, Ellie felt her love the world of Faerie waning. The Graeae were three witches that shared one eye and one tooth. They lived in a strange ruined castle covered in dead ivy and rusty swords. Ellie entered the ruins and met the witches. They had the bodies of old women with empty eye sockets that bled constantly. In their hands was a single eye that moved constantly as if trying to escape from the witches’ hands. “What brings a child of smoke and ashes to our humble home?” they asked in a raspy voice. Ellie told them of her dilemma and how her true love was imprisoned by his very father. She told of the Morrigan and how the spirit had recommended the Graeae. But the Graeae did not care for human trifles and refused. So the angels reared up in anger and the roses came up out of the ground with justice in their petals. But the witches summoned up a swarm of insects that crawled all over the faces of the angels, and called up the weeds that choked the roses and pulled them underneath the earth. The angels fell from the air, their faces a great mound of cockroaches, spiders, wasps, bees and other strange crawlies. At this, Ellie was terrified but she recovered quickly and snatched the eye from the hands of the Graeae. They were furious for they could not see without the eye. So they made a deal with Ellie. They would help the girl to save the faerie boy, but in return they were to be given a price. But they would collect it when they wanted to and what they wanted to. So they told her about the prison that the faerie boy was trapped in. It was called the Pit of the Blinded Angels. He was in the middle of the pit among the corpses of the damned and the ashes that fell from the sky. In order to get to the pit, one would have to find the gate between the Glass Mountains, which lay next to the North Pole, guarded by a riddle that had to be solved. If the riddle is answered correctly, then the gates would open, but if the riddle was answered false, then the gate would kill the person. A ferocious troll, or Tommy Rawhead, would be on the other side. Tommy Rawhead was a bogeyman, a creature that lurked under the beds of children and in the dark corners of cabinets in the kitchen. He would drag naughty children down into the mire pit and feed on their flesh. This would be followed by a moat of boiling acid. The next obstacle would be the ravenous dragon with three heads, one like a goat, one like a lion and one like a man. The dragon would not be able to fly, but it had a whip-like tail that would lash anything. After this, is another moat ,but this time, filled with snakes and scorpions that spit venom at the first person they see. The next creature would have the shape of a child and the power of the Devil. This child would be extremely narcissistic but unimaginably powerful, using the power of the mind instead of the physical body. And after him is a chasm that leads to Hell. The infernal flames rise up and cover the landscape in a nightmarish glow. The only way to cross this is a single strip of ice that leads to a forest of thorns. And in the center of the forest is the pit. The faerie boy would be encased in a glass coffin in the center of a tiny island with tangles of barbed wire and jagged pieces of rusty iron all around the pit. Ellie was terrified, but her love overcame her fear. Then the Graeae presented her with a set of gifts. A compass, so she would know where she was going, a key to open the gate, a jar of mire water to use on Tommy Rawhead, a vial of snow to get across the moats, a bottle of poison for the dragon, a mirror for the child, a cloak to protect against the flames of Hell, a sword for the thorns, a spool of thread for the barbed wire and a pair of boots in order to send them home. She thanked them and promised to pay her debt before she died. They told her that they counted on it. So Ellie placed the items into a bag and left across Faerie. She followed the compass until the air became cold and the ground covered in icy snow. And at last, she came to the Glass Mountains. They shone clear and beautiful in the dim yet lovely light. The gate was made of black stone and had carving of angels and demons. There was some writing above the gate that said “The Gate of the Blinded Angels” for the carved angels had blindfolds over their eyes and were in attitudes of prayer. She approached the gate and was stopped by a voice. “Who wakes me from my sleep?” The voice belonged to an angel that was attached to the Gate on Ellie’s right. It was in the form of a woman and very beautiful. But like all the other angels, she had the blindfold over her eyes. “Answer my riddle and you may pass. Fail, and you may join the ashes that rain from the sky in the land yonder.” The angel then opened its mouth and asked the riddle. “At night they come without being fetched, and by day, they are lost without being stolen.” Then the angel went silent. Ellie thought for a moment and said,” The stars.” The angel nodded and opened its mouth wide to reveal a large keyhole. Ellie took out the key and placed it in the keyhole. There was a click and the gate opened. In front of her was an enormous troll with gray, pallid skin and tiny eyes of red. He was fully nude, revealing muscle that stretched across his body. He smelled foul and his teeth were rotting away. His spine seemed to protrude from his back making him look like half-skeleton. Ellie took out the jar and threw it at Rawhead. The troll caught it and was instantly enchanted by the mire water that spilled from it. With a cry, Rawhead was sucked into the mire water of the jar. Ellie realized that Rawhead had come from the mire, so she saw it fit that he return to it. The girl continued into the Land of the Blinded Angels. Beyond the gate was a blackened land with a gray sky filled with falling ashes and broken gravestones. Corpses littered the area and made poor Ellie sick. But she continued through the dusty wilderness until she came upon the first moat. The acid was a blood red and was bubbling and hissing as if in anger. Ellie took out the vial of snow and sprinkled some of it into the acid. The snow sank into the acid with a hiss and created a path of ice that led through the boiling liquid to the other side. She walked through carefully and was off again. She looked and saw the dragon. It was large and black and had the three heads, exactly as the witches said. It had no wings but it had long sinewy arms tipped with claws and the long tail with a thin, needle-like spike on the end of it. The thing stood before her and roared. Ellie then removed the bottle of poison and placed it on the ground. “For you,” she said to the dragon. The dragon took the bottle in a claw and with a grateful smile from the human head, drank it in one gulp. He then fell to the floor, dead. Ellie quickly passed the corpse and continued on to the next moat. The girl came upon the moat of snakes and scorpions and took out the snow again. She poured it onto the snakes and scorpions that were crawling all over themselves to get at her. But as soon as the snow touched them, they froze and Ellie could safely pass. But as she was passing, the ice began to crack, and the snakes and scorpions began to move. Ellie panicked and in her haste to cross the ice, she dropped the bag containing the rest of the gifts from the witches. She ran hurriedly back for them, scooped up the bag and ran across the cracking ice to the other side. Then she met the child. It was a boy with blond hair and a set of brilliant white clothes that seemed to make his pale skin paler. But his eyes were entirely black. But nonetheless, he was a very beautiful child. “Hello,” he said in a quiet voice. “Who are you?” asked Ellie in a brave voice. “I am King of the Land of smoke and ashes,” he returned. “I know you. You have no friends. You have no life. You are worthless. Not like me. I’m better than you by far. Just go die.” The little boy was piercing the girl’s mind with his words. Everything seemed fruitless and hopeless. She should just go home. She could never save her faerie boy. And she would just become a big fat nothing. The boy was looking at her with a sad yet wicked glare. Then he began to sing. His voice was soothing and calm and made her think of home. The quest she was on sounded stupid and childish. She would leave and the faerie boy would just have to live with it. But she remembered the pointless tea parties and the smile that the faerie boy gave her every time he looked at her. So she looked at the boy with disdain with an act of defiance, brought out the mirror that was meant for the boy. The child suddenly snarled and began to sing. The song was lovely and quite quiet, but it had an edge to it that didn’t seem to work with it. Then her head began to hurt. The song wormed its way into the head of the girl and stabbed at it. The song pierced Ellie’s head with ice and cold. She yelled and clutched her head with her free hand. The child’s voice echoed in her head. She was worthless, and her faerie boy was nothing but a pile of dust on the wind. She closed her eyes in pain and dropped the mirror to the soft ash-covered ground. Her eyes flickered beneath her lids. She opened her eyes and looked at his face and saw that the face of the child seemed to twist into a strange smile of malice that was horrifying to see on a child. “Stop!” screamed the girl. The child kept singing. The pain in her head grew until it was as if she had a bed of dry ice in her mind. Ellie looked at the child with determination and reached down, quick as a flash, and snatched up the mirror. She raised it up to the child and the child was overcome by his own beauty. His song grew in pitch until he was screaming a piercing screech that filled the land with malice. Then it died away as he grabbed the mirror and began to observe himself, his vanity overflowing from his perfect complexion. She walked past him with a groan and was faced with the gulf that spawned hellfire. She went to the bridge of ice and put on the cloak that the Graeae gave her. It was a gray color, the color of morning mists, and it cooled her as she walked through the flames of Hell. On the other side was the forest of thorns. She took out the sword and began to cut at the thorns. The sword passed through the thorns as if she was cutting up cobwebs. It was easy, but poor Ellie was becoming very bloody, because the thorns tried to cut her as she went by. They reached out with their gnarled branches and slashed at her clothes and smooth skin. She grunted with pain as the thorns ripped her skin and covered her in blood. And by the time she had escaped the forest; she was covered in blood and ripped garments. But she had made it to the Pit of the Blinded Angels. It was a deep abyss with walls covered in rusty spikes and statues of angels with blindfolds. Barbed wire was attached to hooks on the wall of the pit and then strewn everywhere. The ashes from the sky were flittering down slowly but surely and the spikes were covered with corpses of the damned. Poor Ellie put her hands around the spool of thread and wished. The thread magically spun off of its spool and surrounded Ellie’s hands with a twisting swish turning it into a cocoon of thread allowing her to descend into the pit. The thread helped numb the pain she was feeling in her hands as she climbed down the wire but she could still see blood. The barbed wire was poking through the string and made it hard to climb down. And then, she made it. She had made it to the center of the pit. And in the center of the island was a glass coffin. Ellie was overjoyed. She removed the lid and beckoned the faerie boy out of it. The faerie boy was amazed and happy beyond anything. So they embraced each other and kissed each other with the joy of being together again. Then Ellie put on the boots and held the faerie boy’s hand. Then they were gone from the Land of the Blinded Angels. They returned to the Graeae and the witches accepted their price. They were to have Ellie’s hands and heart. But the faerie boy would not have it. So instead, he gave up his eyes to the witches along with his immortality and power as a faerie. Ellie asked why, and the faerie boy, now human boy, responded with,” Because I love you.” Even the Graeae were touched. So the three witches whisked the two away to the land of smoke and ashes where they were married happily. And a year after that, they had a set of beautiful twins. But as they grew older, Ellie began to notice that her dear husband was sad, for he could not write, play or do anything with the people he loved because of his missing eyes. He would sit in a rocking chair, with his hands on his knees, unable to see what was happening or what had happened. So Ellie journeyed, in her dreams, to the Graeae, where they promised to give Ellie’s husband back his eyes if Ellie could pay the price. So Ellie did. And the next morning, Ellie’s husband had eyes again. And they were all happy because miracles could happen in the world of smoke and ashes. But nothing lasts forever. And with the Graeae, all miracles have a cost. So about a year later, our poor Ellinore was diagnosed with terminal cancer. And her family was there with her all the way. And she told them, once again, the story of the young shy girl and the handsome faerie boy that loved her. And then dear Ellinore died. Poor boy. Poor, poor boy. His burnished bronze eyes are now faded. He has no autumn leaves in his hair which is now white as snow. His children are old, his house is empty and his bones are hollow. But his heart is filled with love from that beautiful girl. And as he looks at her gravestone and places flowers next to it, he remembers the girl with the roses in her hair, in that world of smoke and ashes.

The End


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