IV – Strange creatures
Don't forget my orders, she said. I did not care what Maleficent thought I should do: I was in love, she could not avoid that. I took the form of a raven again to fly around the Moors. Up there, in the sky, I saw the castle where my princess lived now: a monumental construction of grey rocks, with splendorous towers growing like giants from the floor and a sixty five feet wall protecting the castle from the world, so strong, so cold, and so different from her.
Aurora was a happy creature, she had the sunlight on her hair and her presence illuminated even the darkest of the rooms, she was a free spirit, pure. She did not match the castle, they did not combine.
Still up there, I heard strange noises down on earth. Fairies speaking loud and confusing, crying and flying up and down. Little trolls held a bag, with something alive inside, trying to get out. I took human form to speak to them.
"What is it about? Who is in the bag?" I asked one fairy.
"It is Twennie, my sister! They put her on the bag, it is their entire fault!" she said pointing the fingers at the trolls.
"It is not Twennie, sir, we saw it coming from the ground, growing like a plant, but as a bug plant" said one troll.
"It was like a bug, not like a plant, idiot" said another.
"Bugs do not come from the ground, plants do" answered the first.
"Enough. Let me see what is inside" I said, opening the bag. There I saw a small creature with big head, small members and a pair of wings. It was Twennie in all aspects, but the voice. Fairies have thin voices, and this one spoke a strange language, with a thunder voice.
"Oh, it is not my sister" said the fairy "She doesn't speak like this" Another fairy pointed her wand into the creature and cried:
"Revel yourself"
Instantly, the small creature grew on the floor in front of my eyes. It became a brown slime, with poor movements and a pair of sad black eyes.
"What are you?" I asked astonished.
"This used to be something. Now this is nothing, but this" answered the thing with a gritty voice "Now, this cannot hurt anymore, or serve my master anymore"
"Who is your master?" I questioned the thing.
"My master is the Lord of darkness, and he commands his servants. He conquers all the kind of thing living and turns into this" said the thing raising the arms "He says he makes all our dreams come true if we make what he wants, and then turns us into slaves to serve him"
"What does he want in here? What is his objective?"
"This doesn't know. This knows he wanted this to learn more from the Moors to tell him the weakness of the folk. This is not alone, there are more like this spread in the Moors. Watch the ground that is how this entered here…" and then the thing spoke no more and became a mud puddle.
"What happened?" asked the little fairy "What was this?"
"This used to be your sister" I answered.