Shylie noticed from inside her circle of admirers, that her brother had left. She was disappointed because she loved to torture unwilling people. She was in control. She gave orders and people would have to obey them. She felt bored because her groupies had stopped being entertaining.

"Everybody, I'm going to go and I don't want any of you to follow me," She declared.

A bunch of them groaned or gave her puppy-dog-eyes. She giggled and skipped away. She could have the innocent and the evil attitude going at the same time.

She turned her head away from them and was at the exit, face to face with a guy who immediately fell on her with exhaustion.

"AGHHHHH!" she screamed as he took her down along with him. "Get off!" she screeched as other fairies gathered to see their future queen pinned by a stranger.

"I can't," he whispered breathing heavily, eyeballs rolling into the back of his head.

"You're sweating on me!" Shylie cried trying to struggle out from under him.

Then she noticed his curly blonde locks were matted with dirt and his covering was made of dandelion. Something no respectable Royal would wear.

"HE'S AN UNDERCLASS!" she yelled in horror and confusion. How could an Underclass make it to Chaiha Heights? It was specifically designed for keeping them out!

Bouncers and Club guards came rushing to aid her. They pulled the tired fairy off her and she stood furious.

"WHY IS THERE AN UNDERCLASS IN CHAIHA HEIGHTS!" she demanded.

The guards held him up because he couldn't stand. His head hung down like his neck was broken.

Lord Chaiha ran to the scene and apologized to her profusely.

"I don't know. There is no way he could have gotten up here. If he had a bird we have filterers out there monitoring and no fairy can fly up with their wings," he explained.

"I did," came barely a whisper from the guy. His wings were shuttering as he gasped for air.

Everyone looked at him with wonder.

"What did you do?" Lord Chaiha snapped fast like a whip.

The guy lifted his head up slowly and looked at them all with smug resistance.

"I flew to here from the ground," he choked.

Everyone gasped and started talking.

"What is your name?" Chaiha demanded.

"Dakota Silver," he said with satisfactory.

Shylie stared at this fairy who 'flew to Chaiha Heights'. He couldn't have, impossible, inconceivable, not until a Royal could do so at least.

His eye found the Queen-to-be and he smiled with all teeth. Mockingly.

"I don't care if he flew up here. He should be locked away. Take him to the palace and keep him in the dungeon before he tries to fly above the canopy!" Shylie commanded.

He was still smiling as the bouncers handed him over to palace guards.

Shylie followed them.

"Why are you locking me away?" he asked in between breaths, doubled over, looking at her through his legs.

"You were listening back there weren't you?" she snapped.

"Of course, but it's not because I'm a threat to society," He raised an eye brow.

"Then what, Mr. I-know-everything?" She crossed her arms.

"You think I'm sexy," he grinned.

Shylie gasped. No one dare talk to her like that. "I should have your tongue cut out for that."

"I'll still be sexy," he smiled.

"Shut-up. You look like a bum fairy and anyone that thinks you're worthy to lay eyes on is blind," she retorted angrily,

"Well then pardon me, but you're blind," he laughed.

"WHAT?" she cried in fury.

"You've laid eyes on me and now that you've seen how sexy I am, you're in denial," He said while giving her a taunting smile.

Shylie groaned and was glad when they reached the bird branch. The guards let go of Dakota and he dropped like a blob because he was so weak. They rolled him over and tied his hands together with a leather tie.

"Do you want us to gag him too lady?" a guard asked holding a cloth kerchief.

Dakota flashed a daring smile at her and she seethed with hate. She couldn't control him! Usually she could command anything and she thought she had the right because she was a freaking princess, that and the fact her tattoo disclosed the meaning 'controlling moon'

"Yes. That would be nice," she smiled when she saw his face drop.

"I'm still sexeghh," he said as the guard gagged him.

"If you are sexy than I'm a hag," Shylie retorted and climbed onto her snow owl, Delvie.

"Egzaglee," Dakota managed to muffle.

She threw a nasty glare at Dakota Silver. A boy who was so very cocky to say whatever he wanted to the future queen of the Earthen fairies, and not be quiet when he was gagged.

Even being several feet ahead on Delvie, she could hear him babbling about nothing to the guards. She couldn't help but to smile because the boy was so arrogant for an Underclass. It was hilarious. But she still wanted to lock him away for falling on her.

Back to palace they went. The Rovan Dynasty ruled at the palace since the second Leprechaun war which was about a millennia ago. The leprechauns decided to settle and make peace.

The palace was huge, and made up of many caverns in a mountain. This particular fairy kingdom had an odd layout. The lower part was a rain forest type climate but farther up the mountain it got colder and the palace was in the upper region while the raves were down in the jungle. The middle region was a meadow/forest kind of place so it suited everybody.

Shylie was relieved at the sight of home. She couldn't wait to slide into the hot springs and bathe.

"Pleeth leh meh gow," She heard Dakota anxiously beg as they reached the bird holding.

"You should have thought about that before you decided to crash Chaiha Heights," Shylie scolded, landing Delvie on her perch.

"Yue juth wanta kheep meh heer cuz em seggzy!" Dakota taunted.

Shylie couldn't take it anymore. She marched up to him and grabbed him by his ear.

"Owgth!" He yelled bending his head down. The gag loosened and fell to the ground but he couldn't speak for Shylie was already shouting at him.

"You ARE NOT SEXY!" She shouted pulling him down the pathway to the cells. "The faster you're jailed, the better I'll feel. You talk non-stop and it's so damn annoying. Why can't you just shut-up for once?" She continued pulling his ear making him follow her. "What makes you think you can just barge into a ROYAL rave club huh? I mean I don't go around door to door in the village to say 'hi' to you Underclass sludge now do I?" she spilled out and finally reached the prisons. Very angrily she shoved him inside and he grabbed his throbbing ear. "Answer me!" she shouted impatiently standing with her arms on the door to the cell, in between the cell itself and the outside.

Dakota looked at her fiery baby blue eyes. She looked stressed, something a Royal shouldn't be. He couldn't really tell how badly she hated him but he just had to say it.

"Because I'm sexy," his mouth slowly curved upward in a small smile.

Shylie stared at him hoping he would die right then. She knew he knew it would make her pissed off.

"Rot in the nine hells Dakota Silver because you're going to be here a very, very, long time," she whispered icily and slid the cell gate closed with a slam.