Tang Ri Shan
December 19, 2013
Tinkerbell: Curse of the Duskmoth
Prologue
A full moon lit up the night sky like a silver lantern. A few whisps of cloud were the only things that dared to mar the millions of stars that sparkled in the sky, like someone had taken silver paint and threw it onto the black canvas of the night sky. To you, or any casual observer, this would seem like a perfect night, where nothing could go wrong. But if you looked carefully, you would notice that not is all as it seems.
If someone happened to be looking up, and looked at the right spot, they would notice a dark shape moving across the night sky. The shape moved so quickly that you would need a sharp eye to spot it, riding the invisible currents of air on large wings. The shape dove down, folding its large wings into a more sleek form, it shot into the trees like an arrow.
The shape swerved this way and that, rocketing under branches and around tree trunks, before suddenly braking at the edge of the trees. Silently spreading its wings wide, it alighted on a tree branch and stared out into the clearing.
One tree rose above all the others, its large trunk twisted upwards and its branches spreading wide. The shape squinted, narrowing its eyes as it gazed at the tree.
"The Tree" It sighed, its voice quivering, almost like it was shaking with excitement. "I'm home"
The shape spread its wings again, making to fly off of the branch, but a sudden noise made it freeze. Turning its head it saw two lights fluttering its way. "Fairies" It hissed and lay down on the branch, folding its wings against its body.
"Come on Marina!" One of the fairies called. "We need to be at the tree now!"
"I'm coming, Sweet Pea!" The other replied. "Are excited about tonight?"
"Of course!" the first fairy squealed with joy. "I love the Dusk festival!"
"You've never been to one!" the second fairy countered. Both voices sounded like they were coming from directly under the branch. Moving silently, the shape peeked over the edge of the wood. Two fairies were hovering below it; one had long blonde hair and was wearing a pink dress with white and red. The other had brown hair and wore blue. Both of the fairies hovered in place, their wings shimmering, and tiny drops of dust falling from their wings.
"I know" The pink fairy admitted, rolling her eyes. "But that's because it only happens every few years."
"Just think" The blue fairy said, clasping her hands together. "A chance to hear the most adventurous and dangerous story in Pixie Hollow's history, and we also get to see it being replayed."
"Who do you think will be chosen to play the evil Duskmoth?" The pink fairy asked, wiggling with excitement. "Oh, I hope it's me!"
The blue fairy snorted, rolling her eyes. "Let's go find out" She turned and flew away, with the pink fairy on her heels. As both fairies flew away, neither of them heard the creaking sound of claws on wood. The shape rose slowly from its hiding place, watching the backs fo the fairies.
"Evil" It mused, its large eyes narrowing. "They have not forgotten" The shape held up a three-fingered hand and clenched it in anger. "They will drive me away again. No, I will not allow it! They cannot deny me what is mine, not this time." The shape straightened up and spread its wings. Catching the wind, the shape lifted off the branch and silently flew after the fairies, its red eyes gleaming. "Let the fairies be warned, I am the Duskmoth, and this time, I am here to stay" .