Hello, ok here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it and REVIEW at the end! (please)

A recap of the last chapter:

Gwenyfar gasped in surprise, for, on a throne of colorful leaves and flowers of all sorts, sat a beautiful young woman. She just sat there smiling, fair as the morning light in contrast to the darker skinned people that stood all around her.

-Welcome, Gwenyfar, The woman said, to the land of Faery. I have been expecting you!

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Chapter 2: Teldaine

-Who are you? How d-do you kn-know my name? Gwenyfar mumbled.

-I am Teldaine, queen of the Summer Country. And, my dear Gwenyfar, how do I not know your name?! You who have convinced Arthur into betraying the people of Avalon have become quite popular here in Faery. But I do not think that I would say that in a good way.

Gwenyfar held her head up high, anger flushing her cheeks as she curtsied.

-I greet you, Teldaine, but I would not say that in a good way either. You who deny God and worship that witch harlot of yours have not become popular with me. As for Arthur, I did not convince him, but helped him to make the better decision. We are a strong kingdom and do not need Avalon or the little people.

-He broke his oath to us when he carried the sign of the Virgin Mary and not that of the Pendragon to battle. Even the Christians followed the Pendragon. And I know you were the one behind it all.

-We have become a Christian court. Your Goddess is fake, and an omen of evil.

An outcry rose from the throats of the little people, and Teldaine stood up. Her face had gone pale, and her dark eyes flashed sparks.

-While you are in my hospitality you will not insult the Goddess.

She turned to the woman beside her.

-Get her something to eat and drink, and then bring her back here so I may decide what to do with her.

Gwenyfar followed the woman, upset and angry. She was suspicious of the food, but she hadn't eaten for hours and it smelled delicious. By the time she was led back to the clearing, an hour had gone by. The fairy queen eyed her. She no longer seemed friendly, but cold, and distant. The beautiful features of her face seemed to be carved from ice. When she spoke, her voice dripped with venom.

-This is your last chance to promise me that you will respect the old religion, and that you will tell Arthur to once again carry the banner of the Pendragon into battle. If you do not, you will be punished. He swore an oath to us, an oath that is sacred. It is a horrid thing to break an oath of this kind Gwenyfar, and if it continues, you shall pay. I advise you to choose wisely.

-I will not respect any religion but Christianity. And the Pendragon shall never again fly over our armies. I do not wish my people to look upon the symbol of Satanism and sin, nor do I wish them to practice the art of whores. But you, you Teldaine, you should turn to God. There is still time for your soul to be saved. And if you do, I will pray for you every night, that you may go to Heaven when you die.

-There is a Goddess Gwenyfar, and the sooner you understand that, the better things will be for you! And what do I need of a God that is all about sinning and repent? I do not need to be saved Gwenyfar. When I die, my soul will travel to summer country, and then, after a while, I will reincarnate into another body. Of what, I do not know.

-Then you are a whore as well as your Goddess, and your soul will not be going anywhere but the unbearably hot flames that shall torture your for all of eternity in Hell.  

Teldaine once again stood up. Sparks darted from her eyes as she held up her hand to hush the angry murmurs that had throughout the clearing.

-I have had enough of your blasphemous talk. I have reached a decision that you will probably not like. If you want Hell and repent, I shall give it to you.

Teldaine's voice rang pure and harshly as she spoke the words that made many fairies tremble with fear.

Naslandarthai Komunlayen Thauresil, Naslandarthai Shlarmenthayei Thauresil.

Teldaine was a great queen, but if anyone went too far in making her mad, especially concerning the Great Mother Goddess, or the welfare and pride of her people, her punishment could be cruel.

-I sentence you, Gwenyfar, to two full days in the land of Thauresil. There, you will suffer, and the pain will run deep. But I can guarantee you Gwenyfar, that by the end of it, you will realize the true power of the Goddess!