The Girl and the Fey: A Wizarding Bedtime Story
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...sorry if this isn't my best, it's one of the first stories I wrote here, so my level was slightly lower. Hope you still like it. :)
"Daddy, tell me a story! Please?" In a small bedroom, covered in books of all kinds, sat a little girl and her father. The man chuckled softly, his blue eyes shining in amusement.
"Okay birthday girl, but then it's time for bed, do we have a deal?" He looked into her exited brown eyes, eager as ever, as she nodded furiously, and sat down beside her on the small bed. "This is a story I was told when I was a kid. It's called the Girl and the Fey." The man smiled as she grabbed her new Teddy and snuggled down deep into the covers. "And here is how it starts..."
Long ago, in a land divided by prejudice and hate , lived two people: the humans and the Fey. The people of the Fey were as powerful as any witch or wizard, as captivating as any Veela, as wise and as cunning as any mortal that had ever walked the earth, and old a race as the land itself.
These magical beings were the same height any of the humans, but there were many notable differences that set them apart. The people of Fey had the pointed ears of the elves from the north, along with the grace and the elegance to match any being alive to this day. Their eyes shone as bright as a burning flame, and upon their backs were brightly patterned wings, jutting out beautifully from their spine, that would be the envy of any other fairy folk.
The two races had been in constant dispute for as long as they had shared the same land. The humans, for their part, considered the Fey to be tricksters and trouble makers. Everything that went missing, everything that went wrong in their lives, was blamed solely on them. The Fey, for their parts, saw the humans as invaders, thieves, and liars.
The way they saw it, the humans had invaded upon the land they had occupied since before any could remember, the land that they had always coexisted with, wondering as they pleased and protecting the dark forests, lush green valleys and clear running streams contained within. The Fey watched in disgust and sorrow at the humans open hostility until, fnally, they were forced to returned it themselves. Thus, a fierce war was fought with great casualties on both sides until a treaty was formed between them.
Both agreed that a wall should be built between their people, separating them, and that neither side could cross over onto the other's land. And so it had remained for years and years following.
Centuries pased and one night, as the full moon reached its highest peak in the night sky, two children were born under its silver glow. One of the children being a human girl, and the other being a boy of the Fey.
The years passed swiftly by as both children grew strong, neither having any knowledge of the other, and both living under a single rule. Never, ever, pass over the border.
The girls' beauty was the envy of many, eyes as bright as the stars, hair black as night, skin pale as moonlight, and curiosity never to be satisfied.
Every night the girl would dream, dream of soaring high over the city wall and into the mysterious forest that lay beyond. She dreamed of the Fey dancing joyously, their multi-colored wings glowing bright as silver moonbeams shone down upon them as they flew swiftly through the towering trees of the forest. One Fey in particular she dreamed of. She dreamed of a young boy, and in him she saw a part of herself reflected back at her like a mirror: they, she thought, were exactly the same.
One night, with the moon shining full overhead and the entire city fast asleep within their homes, she quietly left for the dividing wall of the village. The young girl climbed stealthily up the stonework, nimble and quick as a spider across its web, and looked out into the forest that had haunted her nighttime dreams for so many years. Before she could turn back, however, her foot slipped on the weather worn stone and the girl tumbled down hard and fast into the shadowy forest below.
She lay in front of that wall, far outside the safety and protection of the only place she had ever known, sure she had taken her last adventure. Little did she know that the Fey boy from her dreams was very much real, and more like herself than anyone could ever guess.
He too dreamed of reaching over that wall, of experiencing a world not his quite his own. He dreamed of the bustling people crowding the sun baked streets, the sound of a hammer striking loudly against white-hot metal in the forge, the smell of freshly baked bread drifting out from the small city bakery, and of a girl feeling just as out of place as he himself.
The same night, the boy left for the wall , only to find the dark haired maiden he'd dreamed of laying sprawled out at the base of it, hardly breathing. The boy hurriedly brought her back to his people for help, but they would agree only on one condition: the girl could not be allowed to remember any of what she had seen. But for all the effort, power, and magic of the Fey, they could not make her forget.
Each night, as the moon rose in its high arc into the sky, they would meet back on the wall and sharing stories of their life on the other side, and each night both their people grew more and more suspicious of the disappearances.
One night, a Fey scout made a decision to follow the boy. Overcome with anger at what he found, the scout attacked the young girl. Before his spell could hit her, however, the boy hurled himself in front of the blast. As his last bit of life began to fade from his body, the boy of the Fey gave her one last gift. He gave her his magic...
Clouds darkened the sky as both sides emerged to find the girl lying over the lifeless body of her friend. With a howl rage, she unleashed her new found power...but though she could have killed them all, the girl didn't. Instead the wall was destroyed and peace was declared. Yet her gift came with a terrible price, for such power was not meant for beings as fragile as humans...the girl was slowly dying.
Ten years later and the girl, now a fully grown woman, breathed her last. But before she died she had a set of twins, a boy and a girl, and the magic she had been given was passed onto them. These were the first of our kind. Of course they didn't have the magical ability of their mother, they were the start of a nation.
The Fey and the humans worked together and built a shrine in honor of the two friends so the memories of what they had done would continue to live on even though they had left that world. As the girl's last spark vanished from her eyes her spirit finally flew free, leaving her body far behind and soaring over the crumbling ruins of the wall, over city and forest.. there was the young boy, waiting for her with an outstretched hand. Together, they flew, flew to a land with sights brighter than any you have ever seen, sounds purer than anything you have heard, and smells sweeter than anything you have ever smelled in this world. That place is where they stay to this day, traveling the world in search of adventure, flying free together and not once regretting what they did, or what was left behind...
He quietly trailed off and looked down at his fair-haired daughter, smiling at her sleeping form with ebony-black hair spread out across her pink pillowcase. "Good night princess, happy sixth birthday. Promise me you'll never grow up." And with that, the lights were diminished and he walked out of the room, leaving her to dreams of flying...
AN: I know that this isn't a typical Harry Potter fanfic, and that Fey and High Elves were never mentioned in the series, but in all the magical world I don't think that they could name all the creatures in seven books. This was kind of a creation myth, and as every culture seems to have one I thought they deserved one as well.
