Faeries and Foes
A small girl with ebony hair stood admiring the way the light refracted from the crystal vial she was holding. She wore unusual clothing and spoke a different language, because she wasn't of the race of the humans, or even wizards, she was a faery.
Many types of Faeries roamed the Earth, usually similar to sprites i their size and mischief making. However there was a race of faeries that were nearly human size, and nearly immortal, that is to say lived for thousands of years and had a great power of healing. Faeries were usually had red or blond hair, and purple eyes, but the small girl, Keaira had hair the color of ebony. It was said, since she was the only daughter of the King, she was destined for great things, but most of the aura of importance faded as she got older.
The crystal vial glittered spreading sparkling rainbows into her bedroom.
A hand placed itself on her shoulder, surprising her into dropping the crystal vial she held. She whipped around to look into the smirk of Hasen, her older brother.
Hasen, you nearly scared the life from me! she said before looking down on the floor of her quarters at the mess that once was a bottle of expensive perfume she received from her human friend.
She sighed and focused her attention to the mess. Her eyes dilated as the bottle became whole again with the clear liquid filling the vial once more.
If you weren't so jumpy, Keaira... What is that anyway? Hasen asked leaning against a chair, watching her intently with the purple eyes her people were known for.
A gift, she said.
Let me guess that human wizard, Albus Dumbledore. he guessed lazily.
Yes. At his school, his Potions Master is very skilled. He brewed this, she said breathing the scent in, almost tasting the smell of new rain. Here. Smell.
Hasen leaned over to the vial and said, That is better smelling than anything around here.
She smiled, Yes, I expect this is very expensive.
And even more so by the fact it is homemade? Hasen asked pulling one of her curls.
She grinned.
What is the occasion? he asked.
Well a human holiday, called Christmas. You knew I went down to find a gift for him not a week ago, she said placing the vial on the table beside her bed.
What did you need? she asked.
Papa wants you to dine with him tonight, Hasen said, his voice sounding as if he wanted to laugh.
she said, I hate dining with the court. They always stare at my hair as if it were possessed.
He laughed and said, it isn't as if it weren't. You know you can't control the way it curls. I'll see you tonight, sister.
she called as he left.
She sighed.
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Albus Dumbledore sealed his letter thoughtfully. If he could convince King Landen to help his cause.
His past letters to his old friend's father had been unsuccessful, because her father failed to see how Voldemort would affect his people.
Even since his school days he had been in contact with the Royal Family of the Faeries. King Landen was nine hundred years old and still healthy, and he had two children. The eldest being a boy of about six hundred, and the daughter, two years older than himself and if he wasn't mistaken about their aging process looked about sixteen. She had been his oldest friendship, even though he had never once met her in person. Theirs was a friendship of letters.
If he could get the help of the faeries, he was positive of the eventual outcome of the war. With their vast power and elite fighting forces, it would be impossible to lose.
He glanced out the window to see snowflakes softly falling to settle around the windowsill. If he could just convince them, and if Harry Potter could defeat Voldemort, the war would be won, and with fewer victims.
Now where did he put those letters from the ministry?
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As Keaira sullenly dressed for dinner a letter, carried by Albus's Phoenix, Fawkes, landed on her desk.
Hey, there, fiery one, she said softly, as Fawkes after dropping the letter landed on her shoulder.
He preened her hair affectionately, as she walked to the letter. She opened it and read:
Keaira,
Alas, I have something to ask of you. You know of my attempts to get your father to help me fight the evil wizard terrorizing my world. I have not been able to persuade him to do anything at all: until now. He said he would allow an ambassador to come to my world and to asses the situation. I realize how great my request is, but I hope you would be the ambassador, since I know I can trust you to make an unbiased opinion.
I hope for an immediate answer,
Albus
Keaira shook her head, realizing that Albus had no idea what he was asking for. She wrote a quick note back saying she would try he hardest. With that she sent Fawkes on his way and headed down to hat would be a turbulent dinner.
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