Chapter Four- The New Players

Fatima the face-painting fairy looked over the court yard as wedding guests left the castle. She was waiting inside the tallest guard tower in the palace waiting for her friend. Lisa the Jellybean fairy had been insistent that they met in secret. Knowing Lisa, Fatima could only assume it was two things; to smoke pot or to discuss something controversial that could possibly get them thrown into jail or even worse, executed.

She hoped it was drugs, after sitting through the ceremony of the wedding she needed some to lift her spirits and numb the pain of seeing Katie trying to passionately kiss her new (possibly gay) husband. Fatima had slipped away from Kate's the wedding fairy's third wedding earlier that evening to ensure that no one would sense anything usual.

Night fell and the shadows grew as the moonlight intensified. Palace windows were glowing fiercely in the darkness. Fatima had just started to light the lamp that hung from the ceiling when the door slammed open. She jumped.

"Don't do that," Lisa muttered. "They'll see that we're here."

"So," Fatima asked, still breathless from the jump scare. "What's up?"

"It is time we make our move." Said Lisa, checking one more time if she was followed and closed the door.

"What move?"

"Did you hear the guests at wedding?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah."

"They were unhappy about the goblins; some wanted mass genocide, some wanted to send them into the human world, and there were a lot who wanted the King and Queen to accept them into the kingdom." Lisa said impatiently, Fatima the Face-painting fairy was not the sharpest tool in the shed.

"So?"

We can take advantage of this," Lisa said shrilly. "You and I have always wanted to take the thrown. The political landscape is perfect for a takeover."

"Me and you?' Fatima raised an eyebrow. "More like you and you only."

"It was MY BIRTHRIGHT-"

"No not this again."

"My grandmother was first in line for the throne, until her small-dicked inbred cousin Oberon stabbed her literally in the back. Then he made my mother a fun days of the week fairy. He assigned her to friggin Thursday, Thea the Thursday fairy." Lisa said in a hoarse voice, she shook Fatima by the shoulders. "And look at me now, I'm the Jellybean fairy. I am Lisa the Jellybean fairy. Lisa the FUCKING JELLYBEAN FAIRY! Jellybeans are gross as fuck! But not only that! You know who is the highest fucking investor of jellybeans?"

Kids?" Fatima squeaked.

"NOPE! PAEDOPHILES! It's the fucking choice for kid bait for Paedophiles Fatima! Paedophiles across the world use friggin Jellybeans to lure kids into their shitty vans every year. I am the poster fairy for paedophile candy Fatima! You know how that feels?" Lisa let go of Fatima shoulders and sighed. "I deserve more than this."

"Look I'm with you and all but how are we going to do this?" Fatima whispered softly.

"I have an idea of what strings I'm going to pull." Lisa said, straightening up. "But we'll need a good well-thought plan, we need to know who our allies in the fairy court will be, and what the hell those Goblins are up to."