#Fairy prince

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How I sleep at night knowing that every time a new Joseph Quinn project comes out, at least one of you hoes will photoshop Eddie’s hair onto pictures from it:

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Princess Tutu Zwei episode 6 part2, Screenshots 4

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"Anarion",

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Thumbelina (1994)

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The fairy prince Greymoth!

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.19

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: Blood

The gentle midday summer breeze over the training ground has intensified, almost to the point of becoming a storm. All the while, Cory and I stare at each other. Neither of us is willing to grant the other any form of superiority as it always has been between us. The others are still watching in tense silence. My back was turned towards most of the specialists, but I could still hear their murmurs, Congratulating Cory, but I didn't care. I stare at my sword deep in the ground. But suddenly, all I could see was blood pooling around it.

My hands shake. In the distance, I could hear the screams that, to this day, keep me awake at night and stop me from dreaming of a world without bloodshed, like all the other worlds protected by fairies. I have been weak in the past, and when I look down at my still-shaking hands, I seem to be still the same. Staring at my war-defined underarm that many had underestimated in the past, I could not feel the tingling current of faerie magic flowing through it. I never could. My childhood fairy mentor told my grandfather that it was possible that I would never reach my full potential. I was listening then. This knowledge shocked me as a child, but I was never the type to give up easily.

In the end, not only did I bested myself, but I also showed this mentor that his prediction was wrong. But at what cost?

I lift my head and can see the entire student body, but to me, they seem like corpses, just like everyone who has ever gathered around me. Carefully, I wrap my hand around my sword again. Out of nowhere, the shaking of my hands suddenly stopped. Instead of the fear and panic I had felt before, there was only clarity in my mind as soon as I grabbed the handle of my new weapon. 

My body knew what to do and how to do it. I don't even have to think about it anymore. But my opponent is Cory. He is one of the best, perhaps even the strongest, that ever existed, but I have to get him out of the hands of my scheming grandfather. He's just too big of a threat otherwise. Something has happened to him lately, and I can't lose such a valuable ally to him.

With a swift motion, I pull the sword from the ground, raise it, and point it toward Cory. His eyes are still wide open, and there are beads of sweat on his forehead. He is clearly nervous. I look at him with a grin. It almost feels like something is taking over me, but I am still in control. It's just a weird feeling.

As if automatically, I pull my sword closer to myself, the tip towards the sky, the sharp sides away from my body, the blunt part towards me. With the handle close to my body, I bow towards the blade respectfully and whisper a single word: “Nagilisk.”

Opening my eyes again, I raise my head back up and stare intently at Cory. The anger of a hundred thousand souls dwells in my eyes. He seems to think, at least judging by his wide, frightened eyes, that I wouldn't want to fight him. Perhaps the people around us who congratulate him prematurely because they think I'm an easy target have given him false hope.

After Corey realizes that I actually want to fight him, he quickly gets back into position and says the same word I had just uttered. A word or a name that probably no one here knows. But it's understandable. After all, the person behind the name was disgraced long ago and later sealed away.

With both hands on the hilt of my sword, which fits perfectly in my hands, I feel invincible. Even though it seems like a strong wind could break it into a million little pieces, I know it would rather cut through a world than break against anything.

Cory's anxious demeanor changed as soon as he assumed his position, a long sword in his right hand and a short one in his left. A double-bladed fighter. Both metal, like most of our people, he seems to always have them with him. The mightiest I've ever seen or heard of. When he was nine years old, he defeated the best in our world, a natural prodigy.

We both fill our weapons with Aura, a form of combat magic that Specialists once excelled at but are now devoid of. As I do this, I can feel something awakening within me, the very thing I have always tried to suppress. Even though I knew it could mean the end of hundreds, if not thousands, I still open myself to it.

I feel the bloodlust growing so strong that I know I can't hold it in for long. Hoping Corey would understand, I nod in his direction. Corey nods back almost immediately. Relieved that he actually seemed to understand, I let my aura flow out. When our auras collide, the pressure pushes away those too close to us.

Without warning, we both move. I could only imagine what it would look like from the outside, but one of my servants once told me: "You are faster than the wind!" But I can see Corey's swords moving at their usual speed. They are precise and look like an X, but the swords do not touch. As I quickly draw nearer to him, I see he is ready to attack. To any other person, his movements would have been unpredictable. But luckily, I'm not a normal person. 

Once I'm close enough to see myself in his metal blades, I use my agility to move right under them and come up behind them on his right side. I get so close, in fact, to Corey that I could give him a little peck on his right cheek, and simultaneously, I hit his body with my blade.

But because of our speed, we pass each other in no time. We stop where the other had started. I stand there and wait, knowing he didn't hit me, and I know he would fall any second. At least, that's what I hope. But as one second passed into the next, I grow uneasy. Did I really hit him? My gaze was still fixed on the ground, as is the custom. With my eyes closed, all I could do was wait.

Suddenly, there is the sound of something dripping, then the clink of metal on the floor, and finally, a knee hitting the floor. As soon as I hear that, I lift my head and slam my sword back into the ground. I don't even acknowledge the blood dripping from my blade.

Dust is still in the air. Not even I can see anything. So I use the moment to straighten myself out and face where I know my childhood friend's older brother should be. As I focus on the magic raging within me, my underdeveloped fairy part. My hands quickly begin to glow brown. Within a few moments, the dust falls off and reunites with the stone we are standing on.

Even from behind, I can see the gash across his torso and the blood running down his handsome, rectangle-shaped face.

The whole ground is silent. If a pen had been dropped, there would have been a loud echo. It gives me great joy because I already know that Corey is the best in his entire year. The fact that a freshman beats him so easily can only be cheating, right? If they attempt to pursue this path, they will swiftly discover it leads nowhere. It is impossible to cheat in a sacred duel where both parties are forced to fight with all their might.

Since no one is moving or even seeming to think about helping Corey, I know I have to do it myself. I move towards my opponent with relaxed steps and step behind him. Carefully, I place both hands on his broad shoulders. I slowly move my head closer to his.

“Does it hurt?” I ask him as soon as my head is right next to his.

“Very much, Your Majesty,” he replied solemnly and calmly, obviously hating that he had lost to me.

Chuckling to myself, I dig my hands a little tighter into his shoulders. “Remember this,” I tell him, just as quietly. “And never forget the oath you just swore with him. At least my life is protected from a real threat.”

Corey's head snaps towards me, a questioning look in his eyes, but I put my index finger over my mouth, signing him to be quiet. I can see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows nervously. So I give him a wink. I straighten my back, remove my hands from his shoulders, and finally walk around him. I can feel all eyes on me, likely horrified by the brutality of the ritual. But we usually have at least two healers to ensure no one dies.

I kneel in front of Corey. His eyes follow my every move. Carefully, I touch his upper armor, which suddenly disappears at the touch. He doesn't even acknowledge it. But it breaks the silence a bit as many girls start whispering about his broad, muscular back. To be honest, I'd rave over his back, too, but I'd also do the same for his muscular, toned chest, even if I would never say it out loud. After all, he is my best friend's older brother. Luckily, I still had to scan his torso to make sure I only caused that one wound.

But this one wound is already bad enough: A large gush, deep and bleeding profusely. I could even see that some muscles and nerves had been cleanly severed. Glancing back at my sword, I'm more than surprised at its sharpness, as it looks like it couldn't even cut paper but sliced through Corey's body like butter. I feel my lips want to curl into a smile, but somehow, I manage to hold it back. But even though I try my best to suppress it, the joy of my victory ultimately overwhelms me.

“You still enjoy the misery of others. How delightful.”

With the same smile finally spreading across my lips, I gaze back at him. His face contorted in pain and perhaps disappointment. I'm not entirely sure. As I stare at him, smiling from ear to ear, which feels unnatural. 

"If I were you, I would weigh my words carefully,“ I tell him quietly. “I have more than enough reasons to cut off your head.” Corey looks at me with eyes filled with shock, but he really shouldn’t. “Do you remember earlier when I defended you against the other guy? I know full well that you have dragged my name through the mud, and even though we are somewhat friends if someone heard this and knew about my status, I would have no choice but to kill you.”

Only after finishing speaking do I notice the pressure I'm radiating. One born of pure bloodlust. Something I won in the long battles on the battlefield. As I remember my time in the war, I suddenly feel something strange on my hands. Looking down at them, I notice that they have moved of their own accord closer to Corey's open wound. As they dig up and down through the inside of the wound, enjoying the feeling of cleanly cut flesh and thick blood, I know if others see it, they would think even less of me.

I, honestly, didn't even realize I had started grinning darkly until I could hear someone whisper about it. Shortly afterward, I take my hand out of the wound and smile apologetically at Corey. The whole time, he stares at me as if I'm some kind of dark creature.

Hoping to hide my disgusting habit so that it looks like I'm just trying to help him, I place both hands on his wound, albeit unnecessarily, and cast a spell to heal his wound. “Prokstoya,” I whisper quietly. Under my hands, a thin layer of stone appears over Corey's wound, closing it. But it's not big enough. “Ulersinka,” I add to the spell. The stony patch slowly grows until the entire wound is closed. But as soon as Corey moved just a little, it was already starting to break. “Reikla,” I continue to add. The stone plaster hardens, but in the places where it already has cracks, the stone is too unstable.

“Prokstoya Ulersinka Reikla,” I chant a few times to ensure the stone plaster reappears, regrows, and hardens. But I ensure it's quiet enough that only Corey and I can hear it. Because this language is neither that of the fairies nor any other species known here. Only my family and those close to us know about it. In the beginning, more people were aware of it, but when the person who taught it became the enemy of everyone, even we had to hide it, and eventually, most people forgot it.

Luckily, it looks like a guardian fairy's magic. The spell is just at a much higher level than I should be able to use, which I could feel as soon as I look into Corey's eyes. Suddenly, my head starts spinning, and I almost pass out. I've never kissed the ground, though. As I look around, disoriented, I only see Corey, and for the first time, I'm grateful for his quick reflexes.

“Sorry,” I murmur.

“Is your body still fighting your fairy magic?” Corey tries to inquire. "I still remember the day you were supposed to cast a rock into the air, and instead, you broke your teacher's ankle because your fairy magic went wild and pulled a rock out of the ground."

As Corey speaks, I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks. This is neither the place nor the time to reminisce! Especially since he has already sworn loyalty to my senile old grandfather! So, instead of paying more attention to him, I turn to Saladin and the mistress of the Alfea Academy.

“Is that enough to show you my magic?” I ask them in a salty tone.

Judging by the silence of all the students or their astonished looks, I can assume that no one seems to doubt that I am who I said I was. But not for the headmistress. I don't know if she could see through the magic or if she just didn't want to admit that she'd made a terrible mistake, but she's not convinced, as can be seen from her contorted face.

I can't believe this woman! And yet, I can. Somehow, I knew deep down that it wouldn't be that easy. Still, it should have been enough, even if she saw that the magic I just used wasn't pure fairy magic.

“You're going to have a mock fight,” the old mistress suddenly says.

“Tomorrow, right?” I ask back. But her look was stern and gave me an answer I didn't want to get. “You can’t be serious!” I added, annoyed.

“If we don’t sort this out today, we can’t move forward.”

I feel anger rising in my stomach hearing her words. I ball my hands into fists, trying desperately to keep my anger to myself and not explode in this woman's face. I can't wait for her plan to blow up.

“Okay,” I murmur through gritted teeth. I stand back up and tower over the woman. "Who will I fight?" I want to ask so much more, but I could barely contain myself. Right now, all I like to see is her arrogant face fall as everyone realizes what a mistake they made.

“Stella!“

I look around, confused. I don't see anyone stepping forward. But when I suddenly feel pressure being put on me, I start to fear for my life. As I turn in that direction, I see the same golden-haired girl I saw on my first day in Alfea. I can feel something powerful slumbering within her. She's old enough to know about it. But does she know it? Does she know about me then? I can feel it inside her from meters away, so she must feel it, too, right? But when I look at her, she seems more dissatisfied than angry. She shows no discomfort with the power within me, which is unnatural. So she hasn't awakened yet?

“Yes, Miss Faragonda?” she asks in a dismissive, almost rude tone. This causes resentment among the crowd, as many call her disrespectful. Somehow, it feels so strange that I can't help but laugh. Stella's gaze immediately jumps to me, even more dissatisfied than before.

“We'll talk about this later, young lady!” The headmistress threatens Stella, which actually makes her quiver under the older woman's watchful eyes. "You will fight this young man. Don't worry. Neither of you will be able to seriously injure the other."

Even though she obviously doesn't want to be there or have anything to do with this situation, she still nods in agreement. She comes towards me, and even though I'm taller than her, she looks down on me, or at least makes me feel like she is. There are no greetings or anything like that. What a bitch.

[Masterlist]

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) “Into the Mystical Forest”

A Long time ago, Saphira was Expecting a beautiful baby girl name Serena but her husband name “Alvin James Harriet” Who was Constantly Put saphira in the House Work while Pregnant with a Child. But sadly On the 8th month...Alvin made her to do the yard work in the hot summer day...but then Saphira collasps and went into pre-mature labor..suddenly..She lost her baby girl as a stillborn...His parents came and  shocked about what happed to the baby and asked Saphira whats going on, Then She told them everything what Their son has done...His Parents was appalled of what she said...and they are furious about it as Alvin came in with his mistress laughing about serena’s death...Mr. alvin Harriet (his father) was So livid that his face turns red, then he comes to alvin and grabbed him by the Shirt and Punch him by the face and he said, Mr. Harriet:”ALVIN JAMES HARRIEEET!!! What is the meaning of this!? Laughing at your own Daughter’s Death!!? I’ve heard from your “WIFE” That you put her into work! Your mother and I Never Raised you Like this!” Alvin:”ow! Dad!? Mom!? W-w-wait I can explain!” Mrs. Harriet:”Explain What!? This is How you’ve been treated your own wife For “THIS”, Having an affair while your Poor wife had a Stillborn Daughter!, Now Our Little grand daughter is dead..BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! And Who is she!?” 

She said Pointed at the mistress as the Mistress was scared of Alvins parents, But Mr. Harriet was Yelling and scolding Alvin in the most harshful ways..as Mrs. harriet grabbed the mistress by the hair and thrown her out of the hospital and tell her to never come back to alvin and called her a “Homewrecking harlot” While Saphira gives Alvin a Cold look and She said.. Saphira:”Allviiin! *cross her arms* What do you have to say for yourself?”

Alvin was on the ground all hands and knees begging Forgiveness from saphira but then Saphira said, Saphira:” I Don’t even wanna Look at you Right now...I can’t believe you decided To Cheat on me while I’m carrying your Child That you Killed in Cold blood!..I am Going to Divorce you..And I’m going to Sue you and Your Little “Homewrecker” of yours and I’m going to squeeze every....last...Cent..out of you..” Alvin:” oh no..please please! I’m sorry..forgive me..I know i’m a bad Father..we can make another one!..I swear”  Saphira gasp and Smacked him so harshly..and She told him that “No one Is not going to replace for what she had lost”...So 3 months later..She divorce alvin..and made him and his mistress pay every cent To her...and his parents Made him as Prisoners so he can be “re-educated” For mistreated saphira For so long...But..as For saphira, She visit her daughters grave..She was buried near the mystical forest..She knee down and crying..She felt that she failed to protect her Daughter from that Horrible man,,Until..She saw something glows into the Forest...She runs and finds the source of glowing..until she made it and saw The beautiful Kingdom of fairies..She was suprised at first..and she sees the Royal Prince and all..Until..She hears a voice saying to her...

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Prince Cornelius by Dim-Draws

[cherrytomato-shutdown]

I want him to lay on my lap as I put the prettiest flowers in his hair, making him look like a little fairy prince.

I want to paint a lil heart in his cheek and kiss his nose, telling him how much I love him.

I want to take pictures of him looking all adorable and ethereal like that, all while melting inside every time I remember he's mine.

When the day is over I want to take the flowers off of his hair and wash it. I want to gently wash away the paint too and kiss his skin softly.

I want us.

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♡ Barbie, my new faerie prince OC!! ♡

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Faerie Prince shoot we did in Scotland a couple of weeks ago! Was so magical ✨️

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Episode 8 part1 screenshots 1

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QII DE SAPIN RAAAAAHHHHHH

A fairy prince that is struggling™️ due to living in a matriarchal society. Since he has absolutely NO chance of becoming king of anything and will most likely get executed/forced into a marriage for alliances, he has switched his career a little and now works with poisons, venoms, toxins, yaddada of extreme potency. He works as a “giant”slayer (you just perceive the world differently as a 12 cm/ 4’7 inch tall fairy..), an assassin if you will. He’s good buddies with Aart Bos, an orc that focuses on medical care. You can see him on the far left, actually!!!

To summarise, french fairy prince with a venomous (HAHA DO YOU GET IT????) personality

[the-pink-prince]

Sorin... My baby boy...

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.20

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

The air around us is quickly filling with a surplus of magic. I can sense her strong magical potential. She may be a fairy who is just learning her powers, but the strength within her is enormous. Honestly, I would feel insulted if it were otherwise, since she is one of them.

My eyes involuntarily drift to the red-haired girl, who is usually always with the blond girl in front of me. A complex conflict is evident in her eyes, as if she has no idea what is happening. She, too, has incredible magical potential, but it feels dull.

"Hey, eyes here; I'm your opponent, you pervert!" I hear a squeaky voice scream. Immediately, I feel as if my brain is being flooded with static sounds.

I put my hands on my temples and try to massage away the incoming headache, which only makes the girl angrier. Her screams become petty and insulting, but I tune them out. Instead of paying her any more attention, I turn to the teachers of the Alfea Academy. My eyes immediately fall on the only elf among them.

"Can you seal my normal magic core for a few hours?" At first, he didn't react. Since he's the only one who never looked at me with disgust, I assume he didn't think I would talk to him. But when another teacher, a short man, kicks him against the leg, he suddenly turns to me. "Could you seal my normal magic core for a few hours? I don't want anyone to think I'm using anything other than my fairy magic."

He looks like a Pulknick, but soon a gentle smile plays around his thin lips. In a soft voice that I wasn't expecting, he says, "It would be an honor!" He even bows his head.

Soon he steps close to me, puts his hand on my chest, and speaks words I have never heard before or could ever try to repeat, likely Old Elvish. Suddenly, a stabbing pain that even makes me inhale sharply runs through my entire body. I can feel the magic that once flowed through me suddenly freezing in my veins. It just stops moving. Under normal circumstances, this would've surely freaked me out.

As soon as he removes his hand from my chest, I fall back in pain. I try to breathe regularly. But as a magical being, life without magic is not possible. Standing at a crossroads, however, I first need to calm myself down, so I take a deep breath and hold it. I'm just calm enough not to panic. I focus on my inherited fairy magic. It is only a faint pulsation, but I can locate it easily. I mentally tug on it, rise, and hold my hands before my body. Moving my arms in semi-circular motions, I can feel my fairy magic gradually beginning to flow. With a little help from external magic, as a guardian fairy in training, I can just about use this to make my magic flow faster. All the while, I move my arms inward and outward in a full circular motion, creating a magical barrier in the middle of my body to press on my center regularly.

I know that in a shameful turn of events, I have been standing there for at least five minutes, until my fairy mana starts coursing through my entire body, all the while barely breathing. Dizziness almost overwhelms me as soon as I stop my movements, open my eyes, and see the people around me looking at me with confusion and disdain.

"What?" I ask rather rudely. "I want to see one of you use fairy and normal mana. It's not as easy as you might think." I spat at her, my toxic mood now clear to everyone. I may be a prince, but even etiquette and manners have hard limits.

I open my hand and summon a stone, shaping it into numerous forms without a magic formula. Feels more than exciting. But when I glance at the two women, Miss Faragonda and the one who caused all this chaos for me, they both look pale. It gives me a certain amount of joy, but the mock battle is already underway; now it can't be stopped.

Stella stares at me with disdain. Much like most of the other fairies. However, the specialists? Since defeating Corey and healing his wounds, they appear more remorseful than anything else.

Right before my eyes, Stella transformed. Her elegant long dress shapes into a sparkling short outfit, and small magical wings appear on her back. I feel a tinge of jealousy when I see that she can already transform.

"I hope you don't mind fighting me like this." I hold out my hands, presenting myself. "Since I can't transform yet, I haven't earned my wings yet."

She sneers and grins at me as she flies into the air. I see a challenge shimmering in her eyes and accept it with a grin of my own. "Stone step." I summon a stone slab in front of me and step on it. Leisurely, I move my hand, and the slab carries me into the sky, right in front of Stella. At first, she looks stunned but quickly recovers; instead, she looks at me annoyed.

“Do you attack first, Princess, or should I?” I ask her teasingly.

Her anger escalates into pure rage. I don't understand why. Everything I say makes her angrier. Could it still be because she thinks I'm a pervert? Even after demonstrating my fairy magic? To the untrained eye, it might appear as ordinary magic. However, there are clear differences. Firstly, fairy magic is permanent. For example, the flames of a fire fairy - even a beginner one - cannot be extinguished by low-level spells. Fairy magic is considered high magic. According to legends, it originates from god-like creatures. Despite this, there are several levels of fairies.

“Morning star!” she screams. Suddenly, a single object appears above her, shining like a star and flying quickly towards me on a direct course.

"Breaking Rock!" I shout back; a gray rock forms before me and flies towards Stella. She grins as if she thinks it's a weak little rock. But it crashes right into her attack and scatters it, still flying straight towards her. Her eyes widen in shock, but she reacts quickly and lets loose a second-morning star, effortlessly shattering my spell into small pieces. I smile at her unconcernedly, ready to summon more.

"Beam of light!" Stella suddenly screams. Her hands form a circle she holds above her head, and a small ball forms inside it. Even though it looks small and inconspicuous, I have a bad feeling about it. Just as she manifests the ball, I see a beam coming out of the small glowing sphere, and even though it is not too fast, I know I have to do something about it.

I summon several of my "Breaking Rocks" to interrupt the beam, but it doesn't work. On my second try, I throw one at her hands. But even after she takes them away, the sphere stays in place. In a final attempt, one flies straight at the ball, but the rock disintegrates upon impact. I'm genuinely surprised by the freshman's powerful attack, which I didn't expect.

Now I know I shouldn't have underestimated her. Yet, I can't stop smiling, as I have finally found a match. My happiness visibly annoys Stella even further, and that's just the icing on the cake. Finally, fully aware of my heavy disadvantage, I prepare to go on the defensive by summoning a stone wall. It could halt the beam momentarily, but then it eats through it effortlessly. Now I'm starting to panic slightly. I have to take this seriously.

"Walls of Barnaruk!" I yell. Blackstone walls shoot up from the ground, taller than Stella and I are. One of these wall sections is at least as thick as a building. They are connected walls, like a labyrinth, as the situation demands. She can't attack me directly but must either pass through one of these walls or find me by flying around them.

Although I had my doubts about its effectiveness, I never expected it to work this well! As soon as the beam hits the stone, a small hole appears, but that's all. Stella even tries to increase the magic of her spell, but she can't get through. As I laugh in my fortress of walls, I'm already considering my next move when, out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly see Stella flying above me in her glittery fairy costume.

How could I have forgotten? Perhaps I was too far into normal combat mode, as the soldiers I fought against couldn't fly. Ready to cast another spell, I have my arm at my side, magic already gathering in my hand, when suddenly I feel a throbbing pain in the side of my head. It pulsates so hard that I see black stars in my field of vision for a second.

However, when my vision returns to normal, the scene before me has changed; I'm no longer in the forest surrounding the four great schools of the magical dimension, but on the battlefield where I lost him. Why do I have to remember that day now? I feel my heart contracting and my breath catching. How can I live with what I did? Although I have asked myself this question many times, I can never answer it. After all, it was my fault and mine alone that he was no longer by my side.

Suddenly, a sharp sensation jolts me out of this nightmare of a day. As I return to my senses, I find myself lying on my stone platform. My eyes immediately jump to my left upper arm, where the pain is coming from. Looking at it, I see a large gap, the ends of which are burned. It reminds me that I should still be fighting, so I raise my head to the sky. When I see Stella, I can't believe this little fairy could hurt me. I get back up, glaring at her, but she just looks at me more smugly. I'm at the end of my fucking rope! Summoning several more platforms, I reach her in no time.

"Once upon a time, there was a girl with golden hair," I begin. Almost instantly, I see her roll her eyes and summon several morning stars, which she shoots in my direction, but I easily dodge them. "She climbed a tree. It grew rare and delicious fruits, shaped like stars, that tasted like pure sunshine. But that day, unlike usual, the branch she was standing on broke under her weight. The girl fell on a boy but still broke her arm. She cried so loudly that even the animals ran away."

“Shut up!” Stella suddenly screams, her head red and her fists clenched.

Even though she flies higher and higher, I don't let it stop me from continuing to tell my little story; instead, I just start speaking louder. "She apologized endlessly, even though she was hurt. The boy she fell on found it adorable. To his surprise, she healed her arm right in front of him. But suddenly she started babbling like a waterfall while eating the fruit she picked from the tree."

"I said shut up!" She screamed even louder, surrounded by numerous little stars. "Starfall!"

Several small, glowing objects race towards me at a speed that would be impossible to escape. Using several stone slabs similar to the one I'm standing on, I was able to block some of them, but there were just too many. Since I have nothing else to protect me, I use magic to fly away on my slab and use the walls around me to escape the rest. Using my weight, I move the slab from side to side. I nearly hit my head on one of the walls when one of the stars exploded against it too close to me, shaking my center of gravity. Before I could fall, however, I put my hand on the wall and used part of it to push myself back into place.

At some point, I look over my shoulder and relax a little, as I can no longer see any more attacks following me. So I climb higher again and immediately see Stella's grin. I couldn't hold back my anger any longer. "Volcanic storm!"

Stella's grin disappears as black stones fall from the sky instead of her shining stars. However, they are just stones because, as a fairy, I cannot use fire magic to fulfill the entire spell, yet they still crash down at breaking speeds.

As I stand on my tablet, magic surges around me like a storm, while a similar phenomenon is also taking place within my body. The magic is flowing through me at an extraordinary speed, threatening to tear me apart completely. Since it is a spell that I know but theoretically cannot or should not use, as one of the few guardian fairies who have witnessed their predecessor use the same power, I have a few small advantages. Usually, a guardian fairy is not born until the previous one dies or is about to die. My family does not have this problem, as the next generation can be born but only receives magic in small portions until the old guardian fairy succumbs to old age, even though fairies are usually immortal. We, on the other hand, are the only guardian fairies who must die once the next generation has matured.

This means I'm at a disadvantage in battle. I only have a small portion of the powers Stella has, and I can't even use half of them because I've never used them before. I've always relied on my normal magic. In my opinion, ordinary magic is more effective in war, but to feel the power of a guardian fairy, I must say, is groundbreaking.

I try to control the pain coursing through me as the magic becomes too much for me. Meanwhile, I watch Stella try to block my final attack. The rocks from the volcanic explosion, some massive and some small, were too strong to block or even destroy them. Although she tried everything, it didn't work. I watch with a grin, knowing that my fairy magic can't harm me, just as magic can't hurt the one who uses it.

My vision becomes a little blurry, but I don't mind because I have used a lot of magical energy. This spell wasn't something a fairy should do alone. It was supposed to be a fusion spell that I should do with a fire fairy or a battalion of fire mages. The fact that I managed to do it alone was already a miracle.

Deep in thought, I feel one of the large stones passing through me as if I weren't there. But knowing that there are other people beneath me, I let it dissolve beneath my slate, turning it into microscopic powder instead, shimmering like crystals in the sun. As soon as it touches the ground or anything else, it disappears. After all, I don't want to hurt anyone.

When I look up again, I am confronted with Stella's fury. Her eyes glow like two little suns, and her body glows in a similar light. It actually scares me.

“Solar Tide!“ Stella screams.

My eyes widen because I can't believe the enormous magical energy flowing around here. This has to be a very high-level spell that a fairy just starting to learn shouldn't be able to use, especially not in a low-level fairy body like hers. But as I think about it a little more, I realize it's the same situation as my volcanic explosion spell. But how did she do it?

Before I can delve deeper into this question, I see something terrible: From far away, a fast-flowing flood of pure light is crashing down. I know I have to do something before I lose to her. Although it seems impossible, I know I only have one choice, one that terrifies me.

I close one eye and feel it change. "Para-" Before I can even begin the spell, I feel cold sweat gathering in my neck before running down my back, forcing me to stop casting. As I look around, I feel dizziness overcome me again, but this time I can no longer control it. Before I know it, my upper body drops onto the slab I'm standing on, and as I lie there, my gaze falls to the ground. My eyes fall on a spot deep in the forest. There, I see a normal oak tree that is barely visible through a small hole in the treetops, against which leans a person: him.

He looks up at me with his stormy blue-gray eyes. I have lost myself in them so many times. His dark hair, which envelops his head in waves, looks as good as it did when he was alive. Suddenly, he raises his index finger to his mouth and orders me to remain silent and still. When I see this, my heart starts racing. My breath catches in my throat, and my vision goes black as I feel my magic disappear into nothingness. Out of nowhere, little stars appear in the blackness of my vision.

In the darkness, I hear laughter. When I open my eyes, I see Ferdinand, my loyal commander, for a second. He smiles kindly down at me and tells me to finally go to sleep, just like he always did when I overexerted myself.

Usually, I would argue with him about it, but right now, all I want is to sleep. So I give in to this feeling of exhaustion. Although I feel cold air rushing around my body, I don't let it wake me up. For a moment, I think I feel pain, and I almost want to scream, but it disappears as soon as it appears. However, it is enough to draw me into the sleep I have apparently been longing for.

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