My contest submission for the fantasy short story contest
Please note that I'm not from an English-speaking country, I have only been learning English for 7 years.
Enjoy reading!
My husband - lost in an eternal war.
My three years old daughter - beaten, raped and ripped apart from life by soldiers.
My heart - I have no heart. But the place where it should be is frozen and isolated.
My soul... Do I even have a soul anymore?
The last part of my soul died with my daughter.
My race is worth nothing in this world. Has humanity forgotten who created them? Why can't they leave the fairies alone? Respecting us would be too much of a wish. But no, they can't. Without regret, they rip off our wings, to cure their well-deserved sickness - death. They cut off our hair, to protect them from the cold.
Are we damned to be this weak?
I still have my wings, and I have managed to keep my hair. But at this time I wish they would come and rip that off as well. Complete my suffering, emotionless steal all what is left of my immortal body. Does it really matter? Does anything matter?
Yes.
Yes it does.
They would learn a new word soon. And the belonging feeling that comes with the word. I will teach them, and not in a nice way.
The word is regret.
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I am finally moving on. Three years have I sat in that dark room with nothing but grief. Slowly I stand up and walk towards the door. With an angry punch, I tear the door into pieces and step outside. The rising sun is blinding me. After three years after nothing but darkness I see the beauty of life. With a snap with my fingers I suck it all into me. The red light, the warmth... It fills me like the last missing piece of a puzzle. The dawn gives me new strength. I feel better, and I am ready for a strong word.
Revenge.
Revenge for all the suffering of my race that has been going on for over two hundred years. But mostly, revenge for my husband Enye, and my baby girl Esthiá. I hold my hands cupped in front of the spot where my heart should have been. But we are heartless, our soul is all we need. Slowly raising my left hand, I give the sun its light back. But I keep a part of it for me. What else would keep me going than a good piece of stolen dawn?
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As I ride on my horse through our village, many people salute me. But I am not there to talk, I am there to leave. My gaze is far in the distance, where the weak sun slowly rises. I pass the gates to the outside world, ignoring the questions of my former friends. Friends? Who needs friends? They are cowards - they don't dare to change anything about the cruelty of the human mortals. Our race can die too, to them. But we won't die by age. We are still vulnerable, and that thought is not a thought I like.
Forests pass by, mountains grow higher as I ride towards them. I lose all feeling of time. The dim light reaches through the dark clouds, and I take it all. The warmth and the hope embrace me and I shudder. This is truly a dark world. I hear a wolf howling in the distance, then painful moans. Happy screams of humans, so joyful about killing. My chest tightens and I gasp for air. Justice. I crave justice, and the humans were about to meet it. Justice... My chest tightens even more and I gasp for air again. I steer my beautiful white horse into the forest, and I get closer and closer to my first act of justice. I see the humans sitting by a fire, the brutally slaughtered wolf beside them. I descend from my horse and step closer. There are three of them, all dressed in cloaks of fairy hair. The white color of the tells me and I recognize it - the same color as my own hair. Pain fills me. I suddenly feel how they suffered. Their hair cut off brutally, it feels like it was mine. I feel the sad connection to my dead companions. I snap my fingers and suck the fire into me. The small trail of light makes them look my way. Grins on their faces, hunger and lust in their cold and blue eyes. I snap my fingers again and suck out their filthy souls. I am disgusted by the darkness of their souls, so I throw them out right at their dead bodies. With a shrieking sound that can only be described as the despair of souls, their bodies light on fire and the evidence of their existence burns.
I lower my hand and keep riding, to the heart of all evil. I pass three small villages, one is burning after my visit, two are left to suffer from a sickness they won't be able to cure. Justice feels good. They are finally getting what they deserve. It doesn't take long before I see the pride of humanity before me. The palace - the royal palace. Surrounded by golden walls, protected by several towers for archers. Nothing that will stop me. A balcony so big, my whole village could fit on it. The guards are no enemies for me, With two snaps they are sucked out, their bodies buried in the lake inside of the palace grounds. Disgusted, I throw out their filthy souls and let them burn for eternity, somewhere next to their bodies.
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My magic is not endless, but with the dim sunlight I recover quickly. I enter the castle and ride through the endless seeming hallways. Several guards try to stop me, but as they fall lifelessly to the ground, no words remain on their frozen lips. I capture their dirty souls inside ice blocks, and burn them down yet again. After many more tragic deaths, I reach the throne hall. I descend my horse and walk towards the throne. The king raises his gaze and watches me. No guards are near him, I am sure there are no guards left in the entire palace. And I feel the power of death in my hands, oh yes. Like black balls of pure energy it rests in my hand, growing with every life I suck out. The king salutes me politely, but when I don't bow, he rises from his golden throne and speaks to me with the coldest voice on Earth. "Fairy lady, you shall bow in respect before your King Thurgann."
My voice is as cold as ice and it is filled with so much hate, so much pain, I can barely stand the strength of my own words. "You are not my king. If you were, you would not let my race fight alone, without human warriors, against the forces of the Underworld. Neither would you slaughter my race to survive." His pale face turns red in anger.
"Your race cannot die!" he shouts.
"We may be heartless, but we die. We just don't die when we get older. Your race is filthy, weak and damned! Why do you reign over us? Because my race is too good-hearted to harm you. But I am not, I don't fear to stand straight and fight for what I think is right."
"I often wondered why nobody of your kind thought like you. You are the first one who dares to talk against me, and I have to admit, that that isn't impressive for our creator. Also, you posess great powers, otherwise you would not have been able to kill all my guards. Why did your race never use it against us for defence?" he asks and takes a step in my direction.
"I knew nothing about the magic, I was somehow guided to discover this power. The fairies may have created humanity, but we never created you to torture us like this. In contrast to humans, we are too gentle to harm anything on this Earth. The 'we' does not include me, I am here to kill you. " I replied.
He smiled. "So be it, Fairy lady. I am sorry to say that you will today join your race in death." With these words, he raises his sword.
"Where is your weapon? Your magic will not lead you anywhere this time!" he says. But I can taste the fear in his voice. And it tastes good.
I smile. The smile hurts, but still I raise my fingers and snap. I do not suck his life, but the lights in the hall. It turns pitch black and my eyes shine dangerously red in the dark. But the darkness can't bother me. Why do they shine? Something is odd about this situation. I raise my fingers again, but it is too late. I don't see him anymore. My sight is fooled, everything seems to be upside down. I hear steps behind me and turn around - but it's too late. I feel the blade cutting through my flesh and the blood pouring out of my body. But I don't fear death. My head hits the ground and I moan in pain. I hear laughter. "Enye... Esthiá... I'm coming to you..." I whisper and close my eyes, never meant to open them again.
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