We fairies that do run from the presence of the sun

We follow darkness like a dream

1: First encounter

As a door to the unknown opened up, Santana felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. She knew she had to catch a glimpse of what may lie behind the crack. Curious that she was her little feet carried her closer; it was a magnetism greater than life itself and whatever it was that she was about to see, it would alter her molecules, it would change her view on everything for good.

Right as she stood by the door, raising her tiny hand to push it further open she found herself standing on the other side. Before she could understand what was happening to her the door slammed shut behind her with a loud bang and for a brief moment she stood there lost and found in a whole new world. She dared to inch forward into the undiscovered lands, the path lying free and open before her.

The light breeze blowing in her face and pulling at her dark locks smelled fresh and new, not like anything she had ever experienced before. With wide eyes and her heart beating out of her chest she admired the beauty around her. What a mysterious place this truly was. The path she was following led up a small hill and the sun seemed to embrace its top with the warmest of light. To both her sides grew trees and bushes, forming a magical forest, full of secrets, waiting to be revealed. And meadows greener than you could imagine and wider than the human eye could see framed the hill Santana was walking towards just perfectly.

Just as she was about to smile at the sight she saw it. She heard it. She felt the beast staring at her with red grim eyes as if it had been waiting for her its entire life. A giant that was about to consume her with heart and soul, sucking out her will to live by degrading her to the point where she would beg to be killed; to a point where she might happily give her life away voluntarily just to stop the pain. One single word was growled, or rather echoed in her head:

"Queer"

And with its left hoof first the monster shot forward with an unbelievable force, ready to unleash hell upon the little girl.

Frozen at first, Santana now attempted to disappear back to where she had come from: the safety of her home; except when she turned around the door was gone. Whimpering she looked around for help, for shelter, but there was no one around to comfort her. She was alone. For the first time ever she was truly alone. There were shadows crawling at her feet, searching for halt to pull themselves up towards her heart.

With a loud desperate shriek Santana gathered all her strength and disappeared into the bushes.


Note: The title of the story is lovingly stolen from A Midsummer Night's Dream. I got the inspiration for this whole series while watching "All things shall be peace" from "Were the world mine". If you don't know that movie, watch it. You can easily find it on youtube. It has Shakespeare, it has music, it has queers. What else can you wish for?

The next part won't be as abstract, so keep reading :)