Author's Notes: Reading through this I realized that I had Peter Pan use the word 'prerogative' I'm very happy to have looked through it first before posting.
Warnings: I have not read the books, but I have access to Wikipedia – so I have names such as Ginger but only a quick explanation of her character and talent. I saw the first movie – that's what has happened and it's AU after that. Adventure-talent is an actually an established talent-kin and will be used as such. I take liberties with the fairies pasts and incorporate my own version of Pixie Hollow within the rules of Never Land. A little bit of violence. Made-up fairy swears. Reused plot devices that work their way in there before I realized I had done it. Questionable morals. An abundance of Vidia, and me writing the wrong story. Expansions on talents that don't exist. Vidia has actually been a hero in the past. My ever present and 'famous' use of my own original characters. New: Queen Clarion and Queen Ree are the same person, another fact I stole off Wikipedia, sorry for any confusion it caused.
Summary: Vidia uses the shadow in the library to her advantage, but once Tinkerbell finds it she lets it believe that it has hopes, and starts the cogs going for an ending that might mean the end of everything she has known.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to Disney and – well, I'm actually not entirely sure who wrote the actual series it's based off.
Chapter Thirteen
Listen to the Bell's of the Lost Pirates
Tinkerbell felt a small thrill when she left the confines of Pixie Hollow. She could tell the difference, something less stable in the air, something that reminded her more of the Main Land though with a touch more magic in the works. She couldn't dwell on it for long, she still needed to find the Lost Boys, and she knew that if she got too far off course she'd never find her way there and then Pixie Hollow would be destroyed.
Tinkerbell tried to picture her way through the tumbles of trees and try to match where she was from the map from the library, but she only started to panic over the fact that the further she went the more lost she appeared. The Lost Boys were somewhere around the area, she just knew it. According to the map, the Lost Boys were halfway between the pirates and the fairies. They had some sort of base set up here. Well, hopefully they still lived in that tree. One never knew exactly how up to date the books at the library were, Teardrop was only one fairy and had been restricted to a life in the library unable to find anything out for herself.
The pixie looked around at the trees, there had to be some sort of give-away, footprints, a lever, smoke, noise coming from the ground… anything. But, Tinkerbell tried to stop any tears from coming. She had to find them; they were the only ones who could stop them, and the stories, oh the stories. She had found an unhealthy interest in the stories of daring and adventure. It had driven Teardrop insane until the librarian had taken one of the books and hit Tinkerbell over the head with it and told her to stop reading books meant for adventure fairies.
"Hey there little fairy, what are you doing here? Don't tell me that Pixie Hollow has lost light again," Tinkerbell tried to stop her rapidly pounding heart. She was looking into two very big green eyes.
"Hey, Peter Pan, I think you scared the poor thing," Tinkerbell glanced down to see a boy in what looked like bear skin. She then blinked in shock and looked back at the boy in front of her. He was maybe ten or eleven dressed in green with a pointed hat topped with a red feather, and he was floating.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous," said the boy putting his hands on his hips and scowling at the other boy and then glancing at Tinkerbell and wrinkling his face in almost concern. "Though she does seem a little stressed, you alright little fairy, just fly above the trees and you'll find plenty of sun there."
Tinkerbell scowled in annoyance and hit her foot against the air to express her anger, because, for some reason, she couldn't find her voice and shook her head.
"No? Then what's the problem little fairy?" asked Peter Pan, his head cocking to the side as he ran his eyes over her small body. Tinkerbell put her hands against her hips, took a deep breath, and started to explain. The only problem was, the more she talked the more confused Peter looked.
"Pretty," said the one in a raccoon stopping Tinkerbell's story. "Her voice sounds like bells."
Tinkerbell felt her face grow red.
"I'm afraid that he's right little fairy," said Peter Pan and then smiled mischievously at her. "To us your voice just sounds like bells."
Tinekrbell folded her hands in front of her. She had to somehow communicate to them what she wanted them to do. To get them to Pixie Hollow, but know and be ready for a battle when she got there.
"Well, little fairy, do you need us for something? You don't need us to move anything do you?" asked the Peter Pan, scrunching his face at the thought having to do work. Tinkerbell started to panic a little, she couldn't lose him, he was their only hope.
Tinkerbell hit her hand on her palm having got a plan. Peter Pan blinked at her and all of his attention returned to her eager body. She covered one eye, scowled, and growled… Peter Pan blinked, still looking confused.
"Pirates!" shouted one of the boys on the ground. And Tinkerbell pointed at him excitedly and nodded her head vigorously.
"What about pirates?" asked Peter Pan, sounded serious and eager. Tinkerbell pointed toward Pixie Hollow. "There are pirates at the Pixie Place?"
Tinkerbell nodded her head and tried not to confuse the boy by glaring him for getting the name of her homeland wrong.
"But we haven't seen Captain Hook or any of them try," said the one in a bear suite thickly.
"Ah, we underestimated him and now the poor fairies are being targeted," said Peter Pan. "Come on men, it's our job to save the fairies from those fiendish pirates. Lead the way little fairy; we'll gladly drive those pirates from your land."
Tinkerbell blushed and nodded. She liked the boy, he was a little loud and arrogant, but there was something appealingly assertive about him. She took the sky with Peter Pan besides her with a cry of a rooster that made her giggle. She glanced down; the other Lost Boys were following her on the ground. They had to be enough, they had so many battles and stories put in the history section. Teardrop had said that the section only had the facts of what happened that they weren't just stories so they had to be enough what with all those scuffles with Captain Hook and other villainous pirates.
"This'll be fun, be great if it's that old cod-piece, maybe I can feed his other hand to the 'gator this time," said Peter Pan and shot her a wide smile. Tinkerbell responded with a weak smile of her own. She wasn't sure how she could tell him that it wasn't any pirates from before, but hopefully he would be able to tell before blindly moving in.
She looked down on them, they might look young, they might not be as tall as the pirates, but they were pure and battle challenged. Yes, she could trust them, they wouldn't abandon them, they wouldn't fail them. The only thing she really needed to worry about was how the fairies were doing, and hope that the pirates hadn't already taken over. And with that thought she put a bit more power into her wings and flew forward faster, Peter Pan crowing joyfully behind her ready for the fight.
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Vidia was getting sick of this. Pealing herself off the ground the fast flying fairy shoved the healer fairy away from her and to another fairy who actually looked on the brink. She pushed the blood from her lip and sneered. Of course since she was a fast flying fairy, one of the best around had her fighting on the fronts lines. Her wings hurt when she had gotten in the way of a more ambitious wave from the water-talents.
She scanned the area and sent a strong wind at another cannon ball, making it curve enough to miss the catapult; they were already down to five. She might have told Tinkerbell that she made forces of nature, but in truth she couldn't do much more then small twisters and a heavy wind. Most fast flying fairies could only do miniature cyclones and a calming breeze. They didn't create the greatest natural disasters, they couldn't, it wasn't within their power.
The power boost they had gotten after she had called Teary had helped. All the fairies together had gotten enough power to push all the boats back with a combination of the wind and water. But now that power was dimming. Teardrop and the Queen were both rapidly draining themselves. Teardrop by pouring her power into the fairies on the battlefield and Queen Ree by giving all her magic to fairies in need and trying to blind a whole boat when it got to close.
A shiver ran over Vidia's spine as she glanced over the battle field. It wasn't just fairies, the animal talents had eventually relented and let the small animals come and help protect their home. Of course, in the end, that meant that their small bodies now littered the beach. Vidia gulped; once the animal-talents had time to grieve she wanted to be as far away from this spot as possible, she'd had enough crying for one lifetime thanks to Teary.
Her wings beat against the air as she looked around, where was the next bad area?
"Vidia move!" Vidia dodged; of course she got in front of a catapult. At this rate she was going to be killed by friendly fire before the pirates even got a swing through. Though for some reason these pirates didn't have swords and instead fixated on large guns with pointy ends that ripped through the air and flesh faster than Vidia had ever seen before.
She flew forward with a wave to garden fairies, they were trying to overgrow the ships, have the plants overturn and take apart the boats. The only problem was that these ships were made of metal, which sounded odd. How could metal float? It meant that the plants had nowhere to take hold and that the fire some of catapults were throwing at the ships were useless unless it hit someone, and they were good at putting themselves out.
"Vidia, this way!" the fast flying fairy flew toward the voice, and was slammed into by a small body, once again returning to the sand. She spit it up and glared at the annoying thing, which turned out to be the annoying garden fairy. "Vidia!"
"I'm coming, give me a second to get rid of this dead beat!" she shouted and then winced when the very sand under her rippled under the cannon balls force when landing.
"We need to move," said Rosetta and then flinched when she tried to get up.
"No, you need to get off me so I can back to protecting this Queen forsaken place," snapped Vidia and threw a blast of air at the girl and flinched when a fairy landed hard in the sand a few inches away. Rosetta flew in the air and then flinched as her wings caught in the air, a sizable gash in one of the wings.
"I have an idea," said Rosetta as the fast flying fairies surrounded Vidia and started pulling her into the air, counting on her to lead their talent-kin in victory so most of them stayed out of the make-shift hospitals setup. So far most remained in the air, though victory was an alluding presence.
"Go and get that wing looked at," snapped Vidia shrugging the other fairies off. "You fly on that wing and you'll destroy it."
"I can still fly," asserted Rosetta and glared at the purple fairy. "Listen, if you fast flying fairies can get me and a few other garden fairies close enough we can spread seeds on the pirates and have the plants grow into them, have them destroy the pirates that way."
"Sounds messy," said Torno next to Vidia, all the fast flying looked to Vidia, waiting for her decision on whether to carry out the plan or not. Vidia tried not to show her annoyance. The other fast flying fairies made it a point to avoid spending time with her most of the time, now that they were in trouble they looked to her for guidance. Usually that didn't bother her, but for some reason, with Teary's power running through her veins, her mind went to friendship and crap like that. She needed to talk to Teary about that.
"It's the best idea we got at the second," grumbled Vidia and the fast flying fairies took to the sky, five garden fairies appearing out of nowhere and lining up behind them.
"Charge!" shouted Vidia, and immediately felt ridiculous for doing so, but as she kept moving forward sending a shockwave of wind before her and she shivered as she felt a wave of air pass close to her. She hated bullets, at least when they had used arrows they had been easy to bat to the side.
She shook her head, she couldn't let herself be distracted she needed to fly the garden fairies to the pirates. Even if it meant being ripped apart herself. The pirates were close, one even trying to take a step out of the boat, by this time, a sneer of triumph on his ugly mug. She sent a sharp blast of wind making him wince against its sting. A few men yelled in surprise and let go of their guns as tinker fairies let loose the guns Tinkerbell had created for them. It seemed that they had backup in their plan.
Finally she was on them, flying close enough to skim through them and scatter the vengeful garden fairies on them. A few of them were blinking rapidly, blinded from light fairies or Queen Clarion, though the ones who with shades over their eyes were already reaching back for their guns.
"What the—ah!" screamed one of the pirates, Vidia looked back and smiled. The pirates had become a breeding ground for the plants. She met Rosetta's eyes and with a nod she had the other agreeing to go on and spread the plants until they ran out of seeds or were shoot down.
"Fairies retreat!" echoed Queen Clarion's voice. Vidia looked back and realized that another smaller ship had somehow slipped past them and the pirates were near the shore. Swearing under her breath she turned to attack back, hoping that the light fairies were helping to slow them down and perhaps a few garden fairies following their show and making the pirates into gardens with their magic.
She was moving fast and hard and it hurt. This wasn't a body; this was hard and big with a slight roundness to it. The next thing she knew she was plowed into the ground and the heavy thing was moving on. She guessed it was nice that it hadn't stayed and squashed her, but she already felt crushed and stung. Her ribs, spine, legs, front arms. Painfully Vidia forced her arm in front of her and just stared at the damage. Her entire arm was ripped up and blood was slowly oozing from the shallow but continuous wound.
Hissing she closed her eyes, only to force them open a second later. No matter how badly it hurt she couldn't let herself fall asleep. She had no desire for an everlasting sleep, and she had a feeling that slipping into oblivion would bring her there. She could feel her magic leaking from her with the blood. Every drip taking her farther away from her goal.
The fast flying fairy snorted in forced amusement. If that cannon ball had destroyed her wings she'd rather sleep forever. She lived to be the fastest, and as Teary pointed out, she hadn't quite beat the fastest speed yet, almost, she'd tried, now all she needed was a little extra practice and she'd be flying even faster than Runner ever had.
Her vision started to gray, the black edges playing colors against her eyes as her head pounded against the pain and her spine refused to move.
A gentle hand ran over her body. Vidia glanced up wondering if she had blacked out for a second. The healing-talent smiled down at her worriedly. She ran a hand over Vidia's cheek and the fast flying fairy winced in pain. The healer's mouth moved but Vidia couldn't tell what she was saying. She felt far away, like her head was filled with cotton.
She blinked slowly, even that action hurting, trying to ignore that even breathing sent flares of pain running through her with each breath. She felt an odd calm, something that should have been nerve wracking and terrifying was, instead, acting to as a means to lull her to sleep like a lullaby, something away from the pain and the hurt. She glanced down on her body. A white cat-tail dress had been slipped over her ruined clothes and she could see red splotches on the makeshift gown.
She looked toward the sky when the warm sun stopped beating against her body and lazily looked up at a rugged human who was smirking over Pixie Hollow. So they had finally made it onto the shore. Seemed that even with Teary they were domed. Vidia found a smile spreading across her lips. The light chatter of the healer stopped and she gasped when she followed her gaze up at the giant.
The man casually shot his gun to the side and screams erupted. The man chuckled evilly, and threw his hand with the gun against his shoulder. He took out a cigarette and then a lighter. A small flame appeared, and Vidia watched, trying to ignore the small hands pulling at her body. The cigarette burned dimly under the light and smoke billowed from thick lips in the form of a deep chuckle. With the flame still lit the man let go of the lighter, and Vidia watched, unmoving, as it started its decent towards her prone form.
"Aha!" a flash of green and the man was flying back into the water with a Main Land curse. Vidia forced her body up on her elbows.
"No, careful you aren't in any condition to be moving," said the healer-talent but Vidia ignored at her and stared in shook at the green clad boy smiling in triumph up in the air. Humans couldn't fly.
"Uhuhu, no messing with the fairies, they bring the seasons and have our protection from naves like you," said the green boy his chest stuck out proudly and hands fisted on his hips.
"Who do you think you are boy?" demanded one of the pirates.
"Peter Pan, and it's time you pirates learn your place," said the boy and was echoed with other young human voices and what looked like one of their feet came close to crushing her and the healer. Vidia used the healers surprise to jump away from the woman, her curiosity somehow overcoming the aches in her body.
"Pirates," scoffed one of the men. "We're explorer's boys and our goal is only to find the source of power that our ship showed us a few weeks ago."
"You sure look like a pirate," said a young boys booming voice. Vidia tried to limp over to a high spot letting her body lean from one grass to the next her eyes on the sky. "If you aren't pirates why are you attacking the fairies? You shouldn't do that, they're in charge of keeping you world in balance."
"We don't need the help of some silly fairies to keep our world running," a general buzz of annoyance came from the fairies; human's could be so stupid when they grew up. "Plus they attacked us."
"Nice try," said Peter Pan with a shake of his head and a waving finger. "But we know the fairies better than that, don't we boys?"
The Lost Boys cheered, though for what Vidia wasn't sure.
"I think it's time to drive them to their own kind," said Peter Pan.
"We aren't going to fight boys," said the man with a degrading chuckle. "So why don't you little guys go run home to your mother?"
"Don't have them!" said the green boy enthusiastically. "Come on, let's get this party started!"
The green kid threw a small dagger that came close to the pirate knee deep in water. The man jumped a little and put a shocked hand to his cheek and drew back to probably find blood. His face turned an interesting shade of red and the man glared with all his might at the self proclaimed Peter Pan.
"I'll get you boy, mark me, we treat you just like your little fairy friends and take the source that is rightfully ours!" shouted the pirate and his men cheered in agreement.
"We'll see about that," laughed the green boy. "Come on men, let's take these pirates down, and remember, if any of the fairies hit you with pixie dust just think of a happy thought and you'll be flying just like me!"
With that cocky speech the boy crowed and swooped in on the land bound pirates still deep in the water. The Lost Boys followed with war cries of their own, small rocks and arrows leading their pursuit as they charged into battle. Only a few guns shots were heard, much less than before, but the men weren't used to the Lost Boys and had never learned to ignore them as the ones ingrained in Never Land had. They were taught children were pure, something to protect, but the Lost Boys didn't need protection, they were a force of their own and took a measure of happiness from beating thick pirate sculls in and then celebrating in their tree fort or with the Indians.
Vidia watched in wonder as they attacked. Some Lost Boys took to the sky with a whoop, glowing with the slight shade of gold that came from the magic of dust. That was interesting, it gave fairies their talents and humans the ability to fly. It made her wonder what Peter Pan had done in order to receive the gift of flight from them before. Arrows and a slingshot rocks flew through the air in front and the cries were ear shattering.
"You're not going anywhere like that little miss," said a booming fairy voice. Vidia choked as muscled arms restrained her against a generous bust.
"Ow," she said rather pathetically. Vidia turned to see a rather large fairy with a firm build with gold curls and jutting chin.
"Alright, I got her Stitches, you go ahead!" shouted the woman. Vidia glared at the woman behind her.
"Who—" Vidia winced against her aching body and was rather glad that something was supporting her.
"My name if Georgia girly, and I don't care who you think you are, you're not going anywhere looking like that, your dress is almost soaked with blood," said the woman and swept the legs right from under Vidia and the fast flying fairy yelped in pain as her bones knocked together and her wounds pulled. "Now, let's get you patched up. No more need to worry about all this, the Lost Boy's will care of everything, all you need to do is not move for the next two week."
"What?" screeched Vidia and then looked down with panicked eyes. "But my flying."
"We've got to fix up those wings before you fly deary," said the hardy healer fairy as she descended into a well protected circle of area with a whole slew of hurt fairies were laid on makeshift beds.
Georgia placed Vidia carefully down on one of the few beds left. She quickly stripped off the white cotton and what remained of Vidia's clothes from before with a sharp rock and started to poke and prod. With a sigh Vidia tried to ignore the fairies ministrations. She didn't want to see it, and she tried not to worry. She didn't want to lose her ability to fly, that would… she wasn't strong enough to carry on after that. She didn't have anything besides that. Sure, she had Teary, but who knew for how long, and it wasn't like she could stomach Teary for that long, definitely not constantly. Fast flying had always been her thing, had been her reason for living.
"Don't worry little thing, it looks like you'll just have to stay off your feet for a little while. Now turn around and let's take a gander at your wings," said Georgia and paused when a loud explosion rocked the ground. Vidia allowed herself to be flipped over and just listened to the sounds of the battle; it was hard to tell who was winning from just the noise. It was true that the Lost Boys had fought pirates before, but these were pirates of a different kind, something that still possessed half a brain and were a little more advanced than the ones from the past.
"Stop worrying little one," said the healer pulling over Vidia so she was lying on her back. "They'll take care of us, plus, nothing you can do in your condition. We'll just have to wait until it ends. Be thankful, you're not as bad off as some of the others. Some will be lucky to wake up and become whole, forget about flying. But we'll do our best; we do have magic on our side. You want my advice, I suggest you sleep this off, soon as all this mayhem is over we can send you home and give your recovery over to your friends."
"Friends… right," said Vidia looking to the side. The matron's hands stilled for a second.
"Don't worry sweets, I've had sprites like you before, someone always comes," Vidia glanced at the healer and then immediately looked back up to the sky.
"If they do I'll just throw them out," said Vidia, thinking about the possibility of the stupid animal-talent coming to help. Or, the Queen save her, that annoying garden fairy.
"You won't have the strength," said Georgia with a slightly evil smile. "Now take your medicine and go to sleep."
Vidia choked on the concoction for a minute before her eyes became heavy and with the sting and grit between her teeth and on her tongue, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
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The voices were loud and above her. Vidia cracked an eye against the light of day. No explosions, that was good. She was awake, so they must won, or waking would have been a problem. Also there was green around her, and any places that pirates tended to take over were overwrought with small fire and a barren landscape, at the least the stench of burning was prevalent.
"Oh, I do wish they'd do this somewhere else," Vidia turned her head and watched Georgia purse her lips at the sight above them. Vidia looked up to see the large Lost Boy that could fly talking with a miniature looking Queen Clarion. Where was Teary? Had they already locked her up? Could the queen fake a smile if that were the case?
"It was no problem Ree!" said the boy happily, hands still fisted on his hips. "Where is that sister of yours? Um, no offense, but she's easier to understand."
"I'm afraid that she practically collapsed after the fight. She was sending her own power into all the fairies, she's completely unreachable at the moment," said the Queen with a kind smile.
"Well, you are small little things, I guess it can't be helped," shrugged Peter Pan, completely missing how amazing that particular skill was. "Well, um, I mean, it was fun, but I was wondering, I mean I did save you, and it's becoming harder…"
"To fly?" smiled Clarion. "Yes, it will eventually fade on human's. Here this should be enough to last you another century."
"Cool, thanks Ree, this is great," said Peter Pan with a smile. "I don't think you should have any more trouble from those pirates, they'll find their way to Pirates' Cove, they all do. Then we'll be able to stop them easy."
"Thank you," said Queen Clarion with a deep bow.
"Ah, no problem, it's our pleasure, isn't men?" asked Peter Pan looking down to the right. A cry from said boys attempted to break her ear drums. Vidia caught a hint of what looked like a fox ears appear high above the tall beach grass and glared. They better not step on her in their enthusiasm.
"You just keep working and maybe try and convince your sister to be the one to talk to us from now on," there was a slight wave of giggles broke through the group of fairies.
"Is there something wrong?" asked the Queen looking down in the direction of the Lost Boys.
"Oh, no ma'am," said a boys voice, close, but not too close. "It's just your voice sound like wind, or chimes, or bells, not that it isn't pretty, but it's a little disconcerting. I mean that pretty one you sent to us sounded like bells when she tried to speak."
"You mean Tinkerbell?" asked Queen Clarion, and Vidia's eyes widened, so that was who got the Lost Boys. The annoying tinker seemed to be able to think fast on her feet in pressure. Stupid feather.
"Wow, that's ironic," said one of the boys, slurring the word a little, as if unsure about the meaning.
"Anyway," said Peter Pan, fidgeting in the air, his skin a nice sheen of gold. "We should probably be going."
"Of course," said the Queen with a small bow.
"Tell your sister to get well soon," said Peter Pan and flew away with a wave of his hand. "Oh, and give my best to Tinktock."
He was off so fast, his men following so close behind that he probably didn't see the queen flinch at the mention of… some sort of Tinker fairy. Since it sounded like the last time the Queen had had this close communication with Peter Pan there was a very good chance that the fairy was no longer among the living.
She leaned back against the covers. It was over, and it seemed that the pirates hadn't even made it past the beach. Well, that was good; they had done enough damage to last several centuries worth of trouble. Vidia forced herself to close her eyes. She'd sleep through the worst of it, and if that stupid animal-talent did show up to take care of her she'd ask what they did to Teary and how much longer it seemed Queen Clarion could hold up.
Teary's power disappeared suddenly leaving Vidia's eyes wide. She glanced around her and noticed that others had grabbed onto the same area, a place near the heart, but still far from it. It was just at the side where their magic could be said to be stored, their own magic, not the dust they used. What did it mean? Had they found away to stop Teary's powers somehow that still allowed Clarion to be dripping with dust?
Vidia gulped, this didn't feel good. A wave of magic ran over her and there was collective shiver from all the fairies present. Vidia's breath caught, Teary wasn't going to try anything stupid, was she? Vidia knew that nothing good was happening when dark purple clouds started to gather in the sky. Vidia knew that somehow she was going to have to interfere, and her not supposed to do anything for herself for the next few weeks. Teary was so going owe her after this.
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It was exhausting. Just because the various talents ran through her didn't mean she had unlimited power. Sometime before the Lost Boys had shown up she had felt her ability to support the fairies in all slipping and making decisions on which talents were more important to support during the fight.
Now she lay on the ground, propped and looking at her sisters four helpers. She had poured all her strength into the fight, giving everyone an extra boast when the boys came, her own excitement helping to fuel her grip on the talents. Still, it would be simpler to use them only as her own, but numbers could overpower strength, a lesson taught to her a century ago. Finally she had given the last of her light to her sister and fallen into a slump.
She liked Peter Pan, really; but she also had a good memory of who he was and knew for a fact that stupid jerk tended to drive her insane. So she would let her sister deal with it and if she was forgiven be sure to teach the Queen how to properly speak to the boy.
Teary looked up sleepily and tried to ignore the way the helpers seemed to jump at her every little movement. Not that she could blame them, Ree only tended to bring them along if the queen thought she'd need backup. Which meant these four had seen her at her worse, and that wasn't anything to scoff at. There was a reason most sane fairies feared her.
Now the only question remained was what they were going to do to her. Which was a tossup between realizing that she would protect Pixie Hollow no matter what the consequence and let her free to learn her talents and thus control, or if Ree asked that stupid question about Queen Bright and thus condemned the both of them. Teardrop couldn't tell at the moment which path her kind but stubborn sister would take.
Her sister. The twit was the reason that they all now cowered in the corner. She was exhausted and those stupid fairy seasons were at the other end of their little cave. This was so incredibly stupid. Teary wondered where Vidia was, she hoped the silly thing wouldn't come to her rescue, though there would be more danger of Fawn doing that than Vidia. Vidia would hate to be alive but unable to perfect her need to be the fastest ever.
Teardrop pushed herself up and watched Peter talk idly with her sister. Moron, she didn't want to see him, though it was sort of nice to know that someone cared about her enough to ask. Teardrop frowned and looked down at her wrists. Why did Ree have to be an idiot? Teardrop wasn't someone that should be underestimated; her power had given a sizeable amount of strength and allowed the fairies to hold out until the Lost Boys came.
Wind pulled around her body. It didn't want the rest, it wanted her, it wanted to work through someone untrained, someone afraid to try and rein it in. A chill filled her body and Teary let it. She could hear – something around her… but it didn't matter. She hadn't felt this in so long, and it felt, she needed to use it, needed to bring it against the one who wronged her, what other reason could she have it for?
Teardrop let the wind stand her on shaky legs. The very ground collapsed under her, the dirt singing in a way that stopped Teardrop's heart for a second. If she didn't make her sister see things her way she'd be trapped under all that dirt so completely that she'd be trapped until her death. No, she commanded the talents, not her sister. Ree only had dust and light, she was powerful, but she could never really understand.
Grass caught her body and threw it on shaky blue wings. Cries from the restrained four helpers brought a smile to her lips. Easy, all she needed to do was find her sister. She'd make her pay, or she'd make sure that the silly thing never stood between her and the outside again. It was her prerogative after all. Ree was easily replaceable, even Vidia, though the fast flying fairy would probably be in full support of her. Which was good, because even her wind talent seemed to recognize the obsessed fairies name.
"Teary that was great! Thank you for the boost," the blonde tinker that was connected with the Main Land appeared in front of her. She was a special case, and it would be better if she could keep her, but not now, the tinker looked up to Ree. "What's wrong Teary?"
Ree looked at her and Teardrop saw it reflecting in the glinting eyes, the queen knew there was something wrong with her sister.
"Tinkerbell, get away from Teary," said Ree and Tinkerbell turned away from the dark fairy in confusion, missing the wicked smile that spread across Teardrop's face as she did so.
"Why--?" asked Tinkerbell, and Teardrop's hand gripped her head, pulling back as the tinker's body fell toward the shore, eyes blank.
Light was swallowed by a leaf and Teary's eyes returned to her sisters and with one cackling laugh the battle between sisters finally commenced.