Fairy Tale
A male fairy sent to Termina goes on a quest to save a captured Link and fill
his place in destiny
This takes place, a little after the Majoras Mask timeline. I use nothing
from the Gamecube Zelda.
Disc: I do not own LoZ, 1, or 2. But I like to think this idea is mine.
Pg-13, for yaoi. Oc/Oc, Sheik/Link
Told in 1st person pov.
Cue: ch.1!
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A soft swish, and a 'jing jing'. That was all the warning I gave to whom I
consider the cutest fairy of them all. When I bumped my glowing form against
his pale body perched upon a small branch in a tree on an outcropping over
looking a small stream. I could easily see his surprise. It's so cute.
"Abise, why the excitement?" he asked, flapping his shimmering wings a few
times to gain better equilibrium upon the delicate extension of the tree.
"Why anything, Harvest?" I looked back. In Harvest's large silver eyes, I'm
always excited.
"Mind telling me why?" he grins. Floating closer, I reach out a hand and run
it through his silky wing-length bright blue locks of hair. "No reason. The
Festival of Choosing is tonight, but nothing... IMPORTANT." I grin back.
He chuckles, a sound closer to the harps of the Goddesses in my mind.
"Abise!" he laughs, I laugh, it's all good.
~~~~~~~~(Harvests' pov)
I hadn't been to the Festival of Choosing before. Only those at a certain age
were allowed to see, and consequently, participate.
Every year, the fairy population sends out those with the brightest auras,
or 'Fates' to go guide certain special children.
We have little choice in the matter. We go, help the child/young adult
accomplish their 'fate', and then we come back. Simple, right?
With a sharp twisting flap of my larger wings, and a corresponding vibrate of
the lower, smaller wings, I take to air from my perch, sitting on a thin
branch on the tree on the ledge over a little trickling stream.
The vibration of my lower wings, causes my body to be shrouded in the black
and purple aura of male fairies. I hover for a moment, getting my bearings,
the waves in the air causing sift changes in my small body's movement. It's
like swimming. only in the air.
"Harvest! Hurry! They're gonna announce who's doing what in the festival
tonight!" I smile widely, "Coming Abrise!"
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*who's pov?*
'Look at them, those pathetic, tiny creatures. Frail, weak. They can barely
control their powers of their wings!' I laugh aloud, but softly to myself.
I am watching the fairies from a high cliff point. They're at least a hundred
feet below, yet I can see them quite clearly.
Dark thoughts flit through my head. Things such as BURNING the Fairy Village,
catching each fairy and drowning them. Tearing their delicate wings from their
bodies. but most of all, I can picture this: in the night, while the
creatures dance in the air and on the ground around a great bonfire, casting
spells and enjoying the Festival of Choosing, I will come down, cloaked in
shadows, with my dark followers as shadows tearing through the village.
We will BURN them all!
My cold laughter echoes around me and my dark minions ears only.
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End prologue. How was that? Three-5 reviews gets another ch.
A male fairy sent to Termina goes on a quest to save a captured Link and fill
his place in destiny
This takes place, a little after the Majoras Mask timeline. I use nothing
from the Gamecube Zelda.
Disc: I do not own LoZ, 1, or 2. But I like to think this idea is mine.
Pg-13, for yaoi. Oc/Oc, Sheik/Link
Told in 1st person pov.
Cue: ch.1!
~~~~~~~
A soft swish, and a 'jing jing'. That was all the warning I gave to whom I
consider the cutest fairy of them all. When I bumped my glowing form against
his pale body perched upon a small branch in a tree on an outcropping over
looking a small stream. I could easily see his surprise. It's so cute.
"Abise, why the excitement?" he asked, flapping his shimmering wings a few
times to gain better equilibrium upon the delicate extension of the tree.
"Why anything, Harvest?" I looked back. In Harvest's large silver eyes, I'm
always excited.
"Mind telling me why?" he grins. Floating closer, I reach out a hand and run
it through his silky wing-length bright blue locks of hair. "No reason. The
Festival of Choosing is tonight, but nothing... IMPORTANT." I grin back.
He chuckles, a sound closer to the harps of the Goddesses in my mind.
"Abise!" he laughs, I laugh, it's all good.
~~~~~~~~(Harvests' pov)
I hadn't been to the Festival of Choosing before. Only those at a certain age
were allowed to see, and consequently, participate.
Every year, the fairy population sends out those with the brightest auras,
or 'Fates' to go guide certain special children.
We have little choice in the matter. We go, help the child/young adult
accomplish their 'fate', and then we come back. Simple, right?
With a sharp twisting flap of my larger wings, and a corresponding vibrate of
the lower, smaller wings, I take to air from my perch, sitting on a thin
branch on the tree on the ledge over a little trickling stream.
The vibration of my lower wings, causes my body to be shrouded in the black
and purple aura of male fairies. I hover for a moment, getting my bearings,
the waves in the air causing sift changes in my small body's movement. It's
like swimming. only in the air.
"Harvest! Hurry! They're gonna announce who's doing what in the festival
tonight!" I smile widely, "Coming Abrise!"
-------------------
*who's pov?*
'Look at them, those pathetic, tiny creatures. Frail, weak. They can barely
control their powers of their wings!' I laugh aloud, but softly to myself.
I am watching the fairies from a high cliff point. They're at least a hundred
feet below, yet I can see them quite clearly.
Dark thoughts flit through my head. Things such as BURNING the Fairy Village,
catching each fairy and drowning them. Tearing their delicate wings from their
bodies. but most of all, I can picture this: in the night, while the
creatures dance in the air and on the ground around a great bonfire, casting
spells and enjoying the Festival of Choosing, I will come down, cloaked in
shadows, with my dark followers as shadows tearing through the village.
We will BURN them all!
My cold laughter echoes around me and my dark minions ears only.
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End prologue. How was that? Three-5 reviews gets another ch.