The next day comes too quickly, and the sun blazes down upon the earth.
I hate the sun. I hate how it taunts me, shining so brightly as if it's promising something new. But isn't everything still the same? Another day. Queen Judorah and her lapdogs like Devran are still plotting world domination, the Love Fairies remain hopelessly idealistic, and the Light Fairies? Utterly self-righteous.
Yet somehow, last night's events make me think the Light Fairies are actually being suspicious. How does a non-accepting, self-righteous race of fairies accept Love Fairies with open arms and friendly waves? Are they reformed, or are they just that naïve?
Can't be. It's the Light Fairies we're talking about.
Surely these Light Fairies have secrets—or at least their reasons—for allowing a free pass.
The question is, were they lied to?
Everyone is an imposter after all. Not like they would get it.
The worst part? If this is true, the Light Fairies will refuse to see the error of their ways. They stay locked in their delusions, blissfully unaware. Because Light Fairies always identify themselves as correct.
Maybe—just maybe—that's the solution: living in their bubbles, refusing to look beyond.
But I won't stoop to being a degenerate daydreamer. The bright day will pass, and nightfall will return.
My thoughts are a mess, and I need answers. First mystery: Why do the Light Fairies allow Love Fairies free passage into their kingdom?
Second, even more pressing: How can I free myself from this curse of being a Dark Fairy?
My deepest desire isn't to hurt others to survive. I want redemption for the pain I've caused, the lives I've taken—but is that too much to ask?
Can't I just be born human?
Humans don't have to bear the weight I carry. They control their fate with choices. They can love, hate, and hold onto their views without real consequence.
I hate being born into this darkness. The cards are stacked against me, and it feels like a losing game.
Then evening comes.
Just as if the universe itself is mocking me, a familiar Love Fairy steps out of the Love Fairy Kingdom. Yes—that crazy red-haired Love Fairy with purple streaks in her hair.
I watch her look around as she moves, checking for anyone who might be following, before she heads toward one of my trees down the way.
What is she up to now, sneaking toward one of my poison apple trees? Should I confront her? No—wait. She's too unpredictable. But I need to know what she's doing.
So I watch from the shadows.
Red mist swirls around her, and her emerald eyes glisten in the shade. With a flick of her wrist, she conjures a red orb that floats above her head.
What magic is this?
She struggles for a moment, then another orb forms below the first. A third flickers into existence, but before it can settle, the orbs dissipate into the wind.
"Darn it!" she grumbles.
"I'll do it again," she promises, determination sharp in her voice.
This time, she casts the spell faster. Three glowing red orbs hover above her head, their light pulsing like a heartbeat.
The Love Fairy grins, mischievous, poking the first orb and nudging it toward the second. The mists follow, trailing her movements like a living thing.
She's tracing something. And then… there it is: a triangle.
Wait. All that trouble just to form a red triangle? What does it do?
She keeps forming triangles, over and over, until her hand trembles.
"Enough for today," she sighs, plucking a wildflower from the grass. She flicks her wrist dramatically, dismissing her effort.
I can't help giggling. She's so unpredictable. But what is she practicing for? Some forbidden magic? Is that why she's hiding it from the Love Fairy Kingdom?
What is her story? What secrets does she have?
She tries the spell again, but one orb drifts toward a poison apple tree. She chases it, curiosity pulling her forward. The orb pulses larger—more stable than before. She stares at it for a second, intrigued, then guides it back.
She's just ten trees away from me—closer than she's ever been.
I hold my breath and stay perfectly still.
She scans the area, eyes narrowing—then she freezes.
"Oh shit. Dark Fairy territory. I should've noticed," she mutters.
She throws her hands together in an overly dramatic apology gesture, like I've just blessed her existence.
"Sorry if I trespassed," she says, hurrying away as if she'd stepped on holy ground.
But honestly? She's welcome to trespass here any day, any time—with a face like that.
Wait. I'm not a creep. I'm just… curious.
Who wouldn't be?
Days pass, and the same fairy keeps returning to that spot, practicing her strange magic beneath the shade of my poison apple trees.
It makes me wonder if her apology was even sincere—or if she even cared.
But I allow it. Just for her.
I have to give her credit—she's determined. Each time, she moves faster, more precisely. Whatever she's trying to master, she's improving. The red orbs burn brighter, forming sharper, more defined triangles as she traces their edges.
Still, I have no idea what the hell they do.
I should get a closer look. Maybe I should talk to her. It's not like I have many other options. No one else is coming out of their kingdoms. There's no way to figure out what's brewing unless I get creative.
Maybe I need an alias. A fake smile. A fake name. Maybe even… friends. Ugh.
Maybe she's the key to understanding this whole mess.
The thought makes my pulse quicken, my breath hitch. I step forward, drawn toward her without thinking.
But before I can reach her, she turns—green eyes locking onto me.
Shit.
Instinct kicks in and I dive behind the nearest bush. Leaves rustle, twigs snap, and before I can even curse myself, she's already taken off. Her wings beat furiously as she shoots into the sky, fleeing toward the Love Fairy Kingdom like a startled bird.
Damn it. I miss my chance.
I sink back against the trunk of a tree, staring at the empty space she leaves behind.
Am I really a coward?
What the hell is she doing to me?
I'm not supposed to feel like this.
…And I can't stop thinking about her.
I hope she returns tomorrow.
As night falls, I find myself staring into the endless expanse of the sky, my mind restless.
Why would a Love Fairy choose this place to practice magic—knowing full well the danger?
Is it a forbidden spell she isn't allowed to practice in her own kingdom?
It doesn't make sense. None of it does. And yet, dusk after dusk, she returns—unshaken, undeterred.
What is she trying to accomplish?
What is she hiding?
I have too many questions and too few answers.
But my instincts are screaming at me—something is coming. Something big.
And when it does, I need to be ready.