Okay. So I promised myself I was going to update the former Wings, but it didn't work out. So here it is again, in all its glory, but hopefully better written. R&R, please. I'll even accept those little one-word ones, like 'nice' or 'this sucks' (I know that's two words.) This is a pretty big project I'm attempting, maybe three books of sixty thousand words each. We'll see how it goes. Updates will be sporadic, but I'll try to be good. Even if it's been like four months, I'll probably still update eventually.

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A Faery's Exile

Chapter One: Overpopulation

KittyDefender

I stifled a shriek of outrage as I looked around. I had finally returned to my birth-plot, after nine hundred years with Uncle Puck, and this is what happened.

It wasn't like I didn't mind living in the King and Queen's forest. They were very kind, and often told me that I could be certain to be my uncle's predecessor at his job as Court Entertainer, to which Uncle Puck laughed and said my soul was far too kind. That was completely untrue, of course, but if it made my uncle happy…

I let loose a groan. I wanted to come back to the A'athrael land plot because it was my home, even if had… bad memories associated with it. But I guess it didn't matter.

Family home for two million years or no, it was gone. Covered with a strange stone plaster and metal boxes hundreds of feet tall. Not a blade of emerald grass, nor lively sapling, nor bright and fragrant blossom was to be found.

I blinked. Learning poetry from the Queen for the last two hundred years had made a difference.

It wasn't just the fact that all of my beloved flora was gone. There was a human problem.

The same way that occasionally weeds must be pulled to stop them from choking out the life of other plants, the human population should be kept down to a respectable size. But they were swarming all over, and from my position in the sky, it looked as if the very ground was moving.

When I was last here, there was a simple 'village'—a working community of humans. There were only about seventy or eighty of them, and since they did not overwhelm the environment, they were not considered a pest—in fact, they were useful, the same way that honeybees were. The humans would help balance both the animal and plant population.

But…. Oh, had they ever overgrown.

'That's what you get,' I chided myself. 'Uncle Puck told you that you should come back here every century or so to straighten up. Did you listen? No! You were busy being such a damn coward. And now it's all gone.'

I stamped my foot in mid-air, causing me to tumble slightly. 'Some kind of faery you are. Still can't even control air pressure at 1249 years old. Jeez.'

I frowned harshly. They were too numerous for me to take care of quickly. Something of this magnitude could take hundreds of years. I supposed I could call for Uncle Puck, even appeal to the King for a small squadron to help clear them out.

I shook my head. The A'athrael plot was my responsibility. I was the last A'athrael, after all. What kind of impression would I make in three months when I became a full adult if I was crying for help?

Besides, they were just silly humans. I nodded, sufficiently comforted, and moved lower so I could get a better sight. I finally rested my wings and sat on the top of the tallest metal box, where none could see me. I peered down below.

"Mother Terra help me," I muttered aloud. Their technology had advanced significantly in 900 years. It would be no easy matter like it once was, when all Mother and I had to do was form a flood or light a simple fire. It seemed that, despite their short life-span, that they would soon be alongside the Fae in technology. They had moved past the stage of superstition, and now, from what I saw, it seemed that they were in the age of science. They would continue to advance to the fine art of magic, and once they got there they might present a threat to us. So it was every territory-owning faery's responsibility to keep their human civilization down to a respectful size.

I sighed. I'd have to actually study them for a good while, determine their patterns and their weaknesses, then play on them.

No time like the present. I rose high into the air again, and moved from the metal boxes to the human dwellings. I paused for a moment and summoned a small orb of fire into my hand. I threw it at one of the smooth stone dwellings and waited.

The flames caught and spread on a mess of dried leaves and grasses, and moved to the interior. I shook my head disapprovingly. Their buildings were still susceptible to fire. They obviously had a way to go.

There was an unpleasant wailing, and a bright red rolling box rushed through the stone-plastered streets to the burning ruins. Humans jumped from the red box and used some sort of dark-blue sludge shot from a hose to put out the fire. It was out in seconds. Something more effective than water?

Obviously I wasn't going to get them through fire. I sighed and returned to my post on the tall metal box-dwelling.

With a lazy unenthusiasm, I began releasing magic. I threw huge rings of flames, formed tornados and encouraged the water to rise threateningly.

I wracked my brain. Wasn't there something else in our humble land-plot of Darnir? No volcanoes, certainly. I could have sworn that there was some mountain---

Where was our mountain? It should be towards the western area, but all I could see was human overgrowth.

Had they broken down my father's mountain?

A growl ripped itself from my throat, and all thoughts of weeding were gone. I would not just dispose of the weeds. I would destroy the garden.

My head pounded furiously. I was on something very soft, and I was warm and content, despite the throbbing ache throughout my entire body.

I opened my eyes, and everything came into view.

A yellow haired woman was standing over me, murmuring to someone outside of my line of sight. I tensed, and she looked down.

Her blue-eyed gaze was icy, and the deepest hatred emanated from her. I met her gaze defiantly. When was a faery ever frightened of a human, after all?

I moved to sit up, and with an icy jolt of shock I realized all my limbs were bound down. I was helpless.

I remembered then what happened. I had been overcome with rage, blinded by the fact that my plot had been decimated by the humans. I should have been discreet and slowly trimmed down the growth over a course of two centuries. Instead, I unleashed something that likely had not been seen since the King and Queen had been fighting, about eight hundred years ago.

Screaming mad, I hadn't noticed a metal contraption behind me until the roaring winds it created extinguished the flame I was creating. I stared at it blankly. It was huge. There was a series of harsh 'pops', and I was struck back, pain filling my entire body. I had been hit with 'bullets', something that had been outlawed millennia ago in the Fae community. There was a hole in my left wing, my right leg, and my stomach.

And I had woken up, bound and helpless, by humans.

"Gordon," the blue-eyed woman said harshly. "It's awake. Can you get the clipboard?"

Then there were two humans standing over me, staring darkly.

"Release me!" I said, finding my voice.

"Why?" the male human demanded. "So you can wreak havoc upon our fair city and its citizens? Perhaps move on elsewhere and destroy other people's lives?"

"What are you talking about, human?" I shrugged. "Your city was on my land plot, so I had to fix it."

"Did Harlie send you?" the woman asked, the hate in her eyes momentarily replaced by worry. "Is he—is he breaking the treaty?"

"Who, in the name of Terra, is Harlie?"

"King Laharl," the woman reaffirmed. "Are you sent officially, or did you come of your own free will?"

"King Laharl?" I repeated. "Laharl… the name isn't familiar. Our reigning king right now is King Oberon, and he's been ruling for the last thirty thousand years."

"What?" the man gasped, and his voice was embarrassingly squealy.

"Where are you from?" the woman asked slowly.

"I'm from here!" I snarled. "You humans are on the A'athraels' land-plot!"

"From here? But… look at you!"

I stiffened and turned my head as best as I could to stare at him. "Do you have a problem with how I look?"

"What Gordon is trying to say," the woman said, the icy edge receding slightly in her voice, "is that you look very much like you're from the Netherworld. So you're saying you aren't a demon?"

"A demon?" I snorted. "Of course not! I haven't even been to the Netherworld!"

"You… you can't be an angel!"

"I never said I was an angel." I rolled my eyes. "Leave it to humans to assume that everything is one way or the other. I'm a faery."

"A faery?" The humans blinked and turned to each other in perfect unison.

"Yes, a faery. Faery. I have wings, I do magic, I live on Terra. Faery!"

They stared blankly at me, and I felt my blood start to heat. My wings flittered irritably, restricted by my bound position and causing a slight ache in my shoulders. I sneered at them.

"Why would a faery try to destroy human civilization?" the male asked stupidly, apparently still not able to appreciate what I had informed them of only a minute earlier.

"Why would humans destroy the land which is not their own? That was my land-plot, and it was your own fault that you had to suffer the consequences of thievery and destruction." My eye began twitching slightly of its own accord. There was an itch on the back of my neck that was absolutely killing me.

"Thievery? Destruction? All we did was build a city!" the woman protested. "We stole nothing!"

"You stole my ancestral land," I hissed darkly. "You destroyed my land. You took down trees and mountains. You darkened the air with your poisonous smoke, dirtied the water with your sludge. Had you kept yourselves at a reasonable population, you would not be in this situation." But that wasn't completely true. It was the landowning faery's responsibility to keep the population down. And it was my own fault that I had acted so rashly instead of using the proper methods of human elimination: earthquakes, diseasing a rat or insect, great fires in the nearby forestry, floods. It was foolish of me.

I was ashamed.

"Release me," I muttered. "Release me and I will leave you to my land. I have…" I stopped the rest of my sentence before it left my unthinking mouth. It was no concern of theirs how I had shamed myself by being captured.

"Release you?" the woman repeated, the hard edge coming back to her voice. "We can't do that. You've been exiled to the Netherworld."

I forgot I was bound and tried to sit upright in shock, which just resulted in a small jerk. "Exiled? I am not bound by your laws, human! You have no right to exile me from Terra, and I shall return! You humans shall all suffer my wrath, and terrible it will be!"

The woman shook her head almost sadly. "You killed seven hundred people yesterday, faery. You will not be allowed back to Earth. You will not be allowed on any spacecraft, and all known gateways to both Celestia and Earth are guarded. But at least Harlie didn't send you. That would have made some complications.

I forced my muscles to relax, afraid I would burst. Exiled? Whoever heard of a faery being exiled by humans? It was outrageous!

I, Elanthiasnalial Narusika Demartiei A'athrael, would not stand for it. Bound and captured, then exiled by humans….