With help from The Grinning Psychopath and Tomas the Betrayer, I have finally managed to come to terms with the fact that TinkerBell is not just pretty ladies with wings going on stupid yet endearing misadventures. So, here you are.
I don't own Tinker Bell.
She moved stealthily through the fighters, stopping occasionally to watch a particular match up before arriving at her destinatuon: the throne room. Behind it lay her biggest enemy, the one she must conquer in order to get rid of all these stupid rules: Queen Clarion. Signaling to the four warriors behind her, she jumped up and kicked the doors in, her wings fluttering slightly as she landed. In the room sat the pixie, as proud as ever.
"Ah, good." Queen Clarion greeted her pleasantly. "I was hoping you would make it."
"Surrender, Clarion!" She spat, brushing long black hair from her blue eyes. "You know I will win. Too many fairies are unhappy with your rule; they will follow me."
"And how do you figure that?" the monarch sneered, standing from the throne.
"Because I have the good intentions of both Winter and Warm on my side." She stated maliciously.
"You're just a filthy hybrid. Real royalty is pure; no mutts allowed." She glared at the queen angrily, blue eyes flashing.
"Rules are about to change." She hissed. "Grab a weapon and fight me."
"A monarch does not dirty her hands with petty fights."
"I guess that will set us apart as Queens then, won't it, Clarion?"
"No, it will set us apart as opponents. All fighters must die eventually and your time just ran out."
She realized her mistake too late; she had neglected to take in the room and, therefore, hadn't seen the assassin standing by the door. Queen Clarion gave him a hand signal and an arrow sank into her back, right between her wings. She fell to her knees, armor clanking slightly as she looked down in horror. The arrow protruded from her chest with a red stain spreading down her front.
Turning her fierce eyes back to the queen, she gave a few choice last words. "You will not win, Clarion. One of my daughter's children will defeat you and then things will be set right. Mark my words, the last thing you ever see will be my daughter standing next to her own, her bright red hair shining like blood in the sunlight and her blue eyes glaring at you as you die. You'll rue the day you killed Honeysuckle."
"We'll see about that, Snowstorm." Queen Clarion smirked, watching as the light faded from the blue eyes and her opponent lay still. But a small glint stayed behind and that image would always haunt the monarch from that day on.
Turning to her assassin, she ordered, "Find her child and kill it. There will be no more war."
The sparrow man nodded and tore off while Queen Clarion removed the arrow and presented the fallen hero's body to the masses. The resistance immediately dropped their weapons and slowly knelt with the rest of the warriors.
Queen Clarion tossed the body from the balcony and stated, "Enough of this nonsense. Back to your duties all of you. Those in the resistance will be pardoned this once."
All those who had been involved in the fighting complied, the resistance hanging their heads as they realized they had lost. At the Healing Cove, a young Warm couple were just leaving with a newborn baby when the assassin arrived. he didn't pay the redheaded fairy or the black-haired sparrow man any attention as the sparrow man tickled the baby's stomach.
Going straight to the infirmary, the completely covered sparrow man glanced around, looking around for a baby with bright red hair and blue eyes. Spotting only one child with red hair, he assumed that was the one and shot an arrow, nailing the baby in the head. Stealing back out with the corpse, he presented it to Queen Clarion; she smiled in satisfaction and kissed him passionately.
"Well done, Milori." she purred.
Twenty-two years later, a redheaded Warm fairy met with a black-haired Winter sparrow man and the two conceived a child. But they had heard tales of what had happened years before and opted to leave it in the care of good fairies once it was born. However, the fairy died during childbirth and, after fulfilling her last wish, the sparrow man hung himself, never to see his daughter open her eyes for the first time.
A fairy opened her door the next morning to find a snoozing fairyling on her doorstep. Reading the note carefully, she smiled down at the little bundle. "Well, let's get you something to eat. When you wake up, I assume you'll be hungry."
There you go! What do you think of it? I know it's just the prologue, but more will be coming soon. Review and tell me how you liked this chapter.
Translations: Fairyling = fairy younger than working age (sixteen)
