same disclaimer as last time...
2. Regarding Fate
"A human!" the shriek echoed through space.
"On my land"
"In my water!"
"In my silence!"
Time stopped. The gods and goddesses were summoned to the Circle of Planets to discuss matters in the faerie and mortal world.
The audience of sprites appeared within seconds.
The gods and goddesses sat on their thrones of magic as Crayerl, King, and Creator recognized the screaming sprites to the floor.
Other sprites, sitting in a semi- circle of amphitheatre seats chatted anxiously.
"Sisters of Paradise, Bhreeze, Oasis, and Sanhd," Crayerl's voice boomed throughout the Circle, silencing the audience.
Oasis, the middle sister, appearing a ghost like blue spoke," A human, a warrior, dares to bathe in our waters," her usually serene, mossy eyes glowed orange with fury.
Bhreeze, the oldest appeared like her sister, but in yellow. Sanhd, the youngest was an orange colored sprite stained with a red tinge.
As Sanhd began to speak, Bhreeze cut her off, "She walks upon my sister's land and breaths my sweet air. And fouls it with her exhale," Bhreeze practically spat. "She deserves worse than death, that dream walker, straying into our realms!"
Crayerl stood. The King had a presence that seemed to dwarf those with the highest seats. "I shall send my demon Death, or Suicide. Surely this will solve our problem."
Trying to stay polite and in the King's good favor, Sanhd spoke slowly and carefully, "Did you not hear my sister Bhreeze speak? This human deserves worse than death! She should be able to control her dream-walking!"
The goddess Ohnassa of dream rose quickly so she would not get cut off. Her skin was lilac and her long hair floated down a cloudy blue. Ohnassa of Dream wore a lacy gown of a deep majestic purple. She had a soft appearance with an over elegant flair.
Her sharp green eyes flashed as she spoke,"Who is this woman warrior of whom you speak sisters?"
Oasis answered the goddess, "Her name is Narcissa of Gabrient."
Ohnassa of Dream's eyes now shone with rage. "I give that girl the power to dream- walk! I favor Narcissa over the rest! She never acknowledges her gift or thanked me for it. Maybe if she had believed she had it she would have controlled it better! Now she treads on faerie land! Narcissa of Gabrient can live in NIGHTMARE!" Ohnassa yelled so no one in the Circle's ears was spared.
Then, before Crayerl of Creation could intervene, Caela of Sky stood from the last throne. Her toffee colored arms were covered by a plain blue dress with dazzling gold trim and flaring sleeves that brushed the floor. Her hair was blacker than midnight and was sprinkled with stardust. Her cape elegantly billowed onto the floor from her shoulders, showing the dawn in the frozen time of the human world. Crowning her head was a plain, steel tiara. She spoke with force behind a calm voice, like a storm behind a sunny day.
"Narcissa does not deserve such a pain for a gift that she cannot control and does not care to. Why, Ohnassa, did you not take such a gift away from an unwilling bearer?" She questioned a bit tartly.
Ohnassa took in air indignantly, but said nothing, her anger not dispersing.
"Narcissa may honor the Sky but no one else!" King Crayerl said in Ohnassa's defense.
That girl, that human girl has no respect for my elves. No human does. Let her live in nightmare, Crayerl thought.
Caela of Sky contradicted her King," You cannot punish for belief! You cannot punish for an unacknowledged gift," before muttering half aloud, "You cannot punish for the truth."
Crayerl caught himself from taking the argument further. Vitania of Life, sitting on his right, was being surprisingly quiet on the matter of one of her humans. Crayerl and the two goddesses returned to their seats as Aquient of Water stood carefully to speak.
He wore nothing on his chest and had a fish tail like that of a merman. His watery locks framed his warm gray face. He spoke in a whispery voice," Let us make a vote of it as opposed to arguing any farther. All except Caela of Sky have agreed on not letting this girl live or have not spoken. I say we vote on a curse or death for this girl of Gabrient."
Crayerl quickly agreed before any god could object. "All in favor of death stand now."
Exactly half stood. There was silence. Curse the day when Memory left making the count even! Crayerl thought.
Sanhd turned to her King. There seemed to be a red glint in her eyes as she said, "Have us sprites supply the votes!"
Her sister backed her statement and a cheer rose from the audience.
It was too late to turn back now. The sprites wanted a vote. Maybe, thought Crayerl, this way I can avoid a rebellion for another century or so if I agree. Mutiny haunted him day and night and so did his conscience.
Reluctantly, Crayerl's voice boomed throughout the Circle of Planets, "Rise now sprites if death is not severe enough to punish this girl of Gabrient."
Very few sprites stood, but more and more followed their lead. More and more they stopped caring about Narcissa. This was just a human, after all. Injustice? Maybe, but this was just a human. What would happen? What would they do to her? This may never happen again. Councils, themselves, were rare enough.
Caela of Sky realized why sprites never got to vote. They only cared about fun. They had no care for Narcissa. To them she was just a human. She was just one soul out of millions. This never would have happened when she was Caela of Universe, when she was queen. Crayerl's little rebellion had persuaded those idiot sprites to make him King.
Leaning over to the Roman clad Cultrus of Arts the leafy skinned Vitania of Life whispered, "There are demons in the audience."
Cultrus answered," They are being reasonable. Not trying anything."
Vitania replied, "Narcissa can live in nightmare. I agreed to that, but demons…" she stopped hoping Cultrus would know what she meant.
Cultrus paused before answering. "You…you don't suppose they persuaded them in their vote…"
His voice trailed off as Vitania replied, "No. It can't be. We would know," She said with more confidence then she felt.
Crayerl of Creation once again raised his voice to gain control of the audience and council. "Fellow gods and goddesses," he said signifying the sprites brief glory was now over, "The sister," he sad before another pause in which he grandly signified the Sisters of Paradise, "Have been in favor. If no one objects they may choose this warrior of Gabrient's fate."
Caela of Sky rose to object. Staring straight ahead without blinking an eye, Crayerl announced, "Then it is settled. We shall keep time at a stand still until the sisters have decided."
Anger began to boil in Caela of Sky and would not easily cool off, knowing that Crayerl of Creation had cut her of on purpose.
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