Evie the Faerie Queen The moonlight was silver on the enchanted lake and as the clouds turned to whispers and dispersed from the sky, purity on high poured into the water so that it looked as if it were made of light instead of water; a perfect sheet of glass reflecting the moon back at herself. For one brief moment silence reigned over the lake and then, in the distance, the music began; quickly approaching the sacred pool where the annual meeting took place and in no time at all it appeared as if the sky itself was split in twain and the stars above poured from it like diamonds out of a black velvet satchel. Upon further inspection, however, it was clear that they weren’t stars, but hundreds and hundreds of tiny fairies and as they arced in a daring cascade over the water they begin to glow like a rainbow; a blur of color blotting out the moon as they swirl and dance over the pool. Tiny slipper-clad feet skid across the glass facade, agitating it so that ripples formed across the surface and soon every inch of the pool was hidden by glittering wings. Their laughter was akin to music and in the distance it was met by a high-pitched coo which caused every fairy on the lake to let out a matching note in the air as they called to their leader, their guardian; their queen. Thousands of tiny jewel eyes stare moonward, waiting patiently and soon enough her silhouette appears; slim and graceful as she twists once in the light of the moon and dives toward the rainbow lake of fairies below her. She calls to them and they part which allows her to dive into the water with nary a splash, only to reappear further across the lake, scattering her fairies with a throaty laugh to which they giggled in response. She swims for a while, greeting her devotees with a brush of her long, agile tail or a nuzzle with her horned muzzle and before long she crawls from the lake to shake water droplets from her which refract the light and appear as dozens of diamonds before they disappear into the dark blades of grass under her claws. The fairies get to work placing silk over her wings and jewels on her head and tail and soon enough her elegant spots are obscured by clothing crafted with such regal care that even they sigh as if staring at a dream. The dragoness that wore them was their savior and she had become so through war and struggle. Until Queen Evelami had come to them there had been oppression and death and then she had destroyed the evil queen and taken her place and since then they had lived in joy and peace. This annual meeting was a festival to celebrate their freedom and beauty and joy and every fairy in the land flocked to the sacred lake to meet with Queen Evelami and bask in her kindness and love. No words need be spoken between them as they all know why they arrived there and as the moon arcs higher and higher into the sky their queen’s voice takes up the first of many songs and soon enough every fairy join her in harmony and they can be heard from miles around; singing to remember and to move on and to look to the future. This would be the norm until the sun rises and they return to their homes for another year and there would be no sign of any of them save for a fine layer of fairy dust coating the surface of the enchanted lake. Story written by Tawnacuil
