But, unfortunately, that's not where our story takes place. Not even close. This is set hundreds of years later, in the raging city of Cyntropolis, fairy town extraordinaire! It was the New York City of the fairy world. Plenty of large glowing buildings that were made out of glittering, glowing stones, the streets just had a magical feel . . . the air just throbbed and FELT like . . . magic! All of the fairies walking around had large, beautiful translucent wings, glowed and shimmered like they were full of luminous glitter, and had hair that could be classified as it's own living organism.
Now, I suppose you might be asking, Well, what is this whole thing ABOUT? Who are these fairy people, and why do I care? You see, this story shall be about a fairy who lives in a small suite in a large apartment building in the heart of city, and her name shall be Lycantrabelle, or Bellé for short. And she isn't very nice.
You see, Bellé wasn't a pure fairy. At all. She had a thing for gambling, and was rarely seen without a smoke hanging from the corner of her mouth. She wasn't particularly nice, she went got drunk with her friends, and her manners? Unspeakable! I suppose that's why she got chosen. Chosen for . . . well, you'll see.
It all happened one day when she was exercising to her "Wings of Steel" video. She was punch kicking the living daylights out of her couch when she heard the muffled ring of her phone coming from the desk. She punch kicked her way across the room to the beat. When she got over to the table, the phone was nowhere in sight, but she still heard it ringing from beneath a large pile of papers. She ruffled through the large pile, and triumphantly held up the phone. She pressed talk, and held it up to her ear.
Bellé looked around cautiously. She observed a small dark room about the size of a large walk in closet. One end was a milky silver color, with a slight mist coming off of it. It seemed to radiate a glow of mysterious light, a certain shimmer that made you look at it in quite a peculiar way. Bellé wondered if it was something she'd learn to like, or not.
The man closed his eyes for a moment, and ruffled his wings a bit. He took out a small wand, and inspected it carefully, as if he was checking it for any flaws. He tapped it harshly against the tip of his finger, gasping slightly as he did so. He cursed under his breath, and muttered something that- to Bellé- sounded like "Dratted magic refuses to leave until I drain it- I'll have to find a more reliable wand!".
He then wiped the still smoldering tip of the wand gently on his robe. Bellé could swear she saw his eyes glimmer a blinding red-silver- a sign of a fairy being held against it's will to do something-, but she shook it off. Surely her future did not hold such tragedies that a fellow fairy would not wish to be her escort to such sorrows! She must be imagining things in her state of terror.
Suddenly, her deep thoughts were interrupted. The man, who had been muttering, closing his eyes, and ruffling his wings, now jolted his wand up into the air with so much force that Bellé jumped in surprise.
"Corminus dominalci! Exetitari marimucci!" he exclaimed, his eyes now shimmering an intense silvery red.
Not knowing the spell which he was using, Bellé looked at him, confused.
He looked at her with an evil grin, but his eyes still showed remorse and concern. As he reached his arm towards her, it shook- as if he was fighting back against himself.
Bellé's eyes widened, and went pitch black- the sign of fear. She felt the icy cold hand on her arm, pulling her closer and closer to the wall. She tried to resist, but her attempts failed desperately. A bright flash of silver flashed across her eyes, and the next thing she knew she was plunging into the icy thickness of the wall.
Bellé felt the hand still on her arm, gripping tighter than ever. She let out a piercing muffled scream. The air slowly drained out of her lungs, breath by breath, until there was no more. She opened her eyes one last time to see through the silvery liquid her captor with tears streaming down his face. He bit his lip, and looked down. He loosened his grip, and she could swear he mouthed the words, "I'm sorry . . ."
Suddenly, the silver liquid swirled away, leaving darkness. She felt herself being shaken, and her name being called.
"Bellé? Bellé? Bellé!" A stern looking man shook her.
Bellé coughed, and sputtered. Mouthfuls of silver liquid dripped from her mouth very slowly, like syrup. "Wha. . . . wha. . .. what happened?" she managed to ask.
The man smiled slyly, leaving Bellé an uneasy feeling in her stomach. "I'm going to foretell your being in your new home, an odd planet the natives like to call Earth. Hurry on now, I do so enjoy this, and your kind rarely comes along!"
Bellé jolted up and spun around as the man rushed off to grab a rather large wand from with counter. She looked around to see a large cavern, mysteriously lit by eerie colored torches jutting out of the walls. There was a rather interesting object which appeared to be a spruced up cardboard box in the corner, and many objects around the room that looked like a small child's art project, a mismatch of metal, paper, glue, and duct tape.
This new man ran up to Bellé, and stated matter-of-factly, "You shall call me Parsley. Now, let me look you over!"
Bellé gave him an odd look. "So, you're going to tell me what this whole thing is about?"
"Precisely!" he mumbled, rubbing the dark stubble on his chin with his forefinger. "You see, the council of fairies has decided that. . . well, you need some discipline. So we're sending you to Earth! You see, there- ahh, I've already decided. You shall be an eight year old girl named Maria- pronounced MAH-ree-ah- who lives in New York City. Everything else you need to know shall be etched into your memory. It will be a little less, er, advanced than your world, and very different. I'm warning you. Now, you'll have to make do on your own, so better be starting now! If you would just please step into this machine, this should be fast, but painful." He paused for a moment to laugh ruthlessly. "Have fun!"
"But. . . . I. . . . you see . . .You can't d-" Bellé murmured, in shock.
"Ah, too late. Goodbye! Good riddance!"
Bellé tried to scream, but no sound came out. Parsley shoved her carelessly into the cardboard box, case, which happened to look MUCH bigger and very high tech on the inside. In one giant sweep of a lever, Bellé heard a deafening screech. Her voice finally sounded, into an earsplitting moan. Everything faded away quickly, the laughing, and screeching, and the sounds of her own screams. It once again was cold, dark, and dismal. Silence overcame her, knocking her senses out like a giant hammer. She felt like she was falling endlessly, in a pit with no bottom, and suddenly, she hit the bottom.
She opened her eyes to see the cobblestone of an old street. She heard a bustling noise, and the clopping of horse's hooves. She looked up to see the streets of New York City, 1899 . . .