A Fairy Tale

by Shanna Swendson

  “Sophie, what’s she talking about?” Emily asked.

  “The last fairy queen was our ancestor. She left the throne and the Realm to be with the enchanter who was supposed to slay her. I guess you could call it the ultimate Romeo and Juliet story, except they managed to pull it off. And that makes me a rightful heir to the throne.”

  “The Realm needs a queen now,” the fairy woman said.

  “No, it doesn’t, and we’re here to see that the throne remains empty,” Amelia said, moving to stand between the fairy and Sophie.

  “The Realm is dying and will die without a queen,” the fairy insisted.

  “It’s winter here. It should never be winter here,” Sophie said with a solemn nod.

  “Except in your footsteps,” the fairy said. “There, summer returns.”

  “Really, Soph? That’s kind of cool,” Emily said. “And maybe she’s right. You could commute instead of living here full-time.” She turned to the elderly sisters and added, “Better her on the throne than any of the other fairy rulers. Trust me, I’ve run into some of them.”

  “You do owe me a debt, and believe me, this is the option that will be least painful to you personally.” The fairy turned to face Michael, and the look she gave him made him shiver.

  “Okay, then, what do I need to do?” Sophie asked with a resigned sigh. “I’ve taken the throne, but apparently that wasn’t enough.”

  “You must be crowned.”

  “But where’s the crown?”

  “Usually, that comes before the throne.”

  “I didn’t choose to take the throne,” Sophie snapped. “It was all the throne’s doing.”

  A burst of light shot through the hall as the great doors at the far end opened. Michael had to shield his eyes with his good arm. “I was afraid of this,” the fairy woman said. “They were bound to notice that the castle had come back to life.”

  “What is it?” Michael asked.

  “We need to hide,” Emily said urgently. “These are some of the other fairy rulers, and I’ve seen what they do to their prisoners.”

  Fifty-four

  The Great Hall

  The Next Moment

  “Would they really—” Sophie started to say, but then she noticed that Tallulah and Eamon had already vanished. She ducked behind the banquet table while Emily dragged Michael to safety behind a pillar. The two older sisters found their own hiding places.

  It seemed like forever before she could hear footsteps approaching. She crawled to the end of the table and peered between the chairs and the table legs to see white-haired and black-clad fairies striding forward as though they were entering their own palace. She could see why Emily had suggested hiding. These fairies dropped the room’s temperature by several degrees just with the look in their eyes.

  She crawled under one of the massive chairs when the footsteps stopped next to the table. “Ah, refreshments. How hospitable,” a woman’s voice said, and Sophie had to stifle a laugh. The fairies really needed to be better about reading their own press so they’d know the rules.

  Maeve’s voice rang through the hall. “Fiontan, Niamh, you are the first to come swear me fealty.”

  “Maeve? You?” a male voice said from nearby as Sophie scrambled to the other end of the table so she could see Maeve. Maeve was on her feet again, standing near the throne but not touching it. Her people, including the human women, were kneeling before her as though she was a crowned queen.

  Maeve spread her arms, gesturing at the seemingly empty hall. “Who else do you think woke the palace?”

  Light shot through the hall as the doors opened again, and this time footsteps on the marble floor weren’t the only sound. Sophie heard the clang of weapons and shouts of battle approaching. She risked rising to her knees to peer over the table and see what was happening. The black-clad fairies put down their goblets and placed their hands on their weapons.

  Sophie still couldn’t see who the new arrivals were, but it sounded like there were a lot of them, and they were already fighting each other. Then something else caught her attention. The filigreed base holding a bowl of fruit was glowing ever so slightly, and now she saw that it looked like a crown. It was like the answer key to one of those “find the hidden objects” puzzles she’d liked as a child, with the hidden objects highlighted. The crown of the Realm was holding up a bowl of grapes.

  But she couldn’t get to it, not with one of the fairy factions standing right next to it and at least two more factions battling their way forward. While the fairies were all focused on each other, Sophie darted behind the pillar where Emily, Michael, and the enchantresses had hidden. “I found the crown,” she whispered. “See, under the bowl of grapes.”

  “That trivet?” Emily asked.

  “The one that’s glowing,” Sophie said.

  “I don’t see a glow.”

  That was a relief to Sophie. If she was the only one who saw the crown that way, it was less likely that any of the fairy rulers would spot it. “Trust me, it’s there,” she said. “Now if they would just move away from the food and drink for a moment.”

  But, no, that would be too easy. Not only were more fairies heading to meet those standing at the table, but Maeve had come down from the dais. “I will have no warfare within my hall,” she commanded.

  “Your hall?” one of the newcomers, who was improbably dressed in a tuxedo, snarled, though he did lower his weapon.

  “How else do you think the palace returned to life? I said I knew how to find and take the throne, but none of you believed me. Now, please, refresh yourself at my table.”

  “You’re not wearing the crown,” a fairy woman in a blood-spattered evening gown said.

  “It would mess up my hair,” Maeve said. “Besides, it’s merely symbolic. The important thing is that I brought the castle back.”

  Some of the newcomers poured themselves goblets of wine, but the tuxedoed man refrained. He still stared warily at Maeve in a way that made her twitch with unease. “Please, Niall, have some wine,” she said, her voice a bit shrill.

  “I feel I shouldn’t take your hospitality without first swearing fealty to you as my queen,” he said. He gestured to the others. “We all should kneel to you before we sit at your table.”

  “Yes, you should,” she said, gesturing to the floor in front of her.

  “Ah, but these things should be done properly,” Niall said with an unctuous smile. “We must kneel before the throne to recognize you as rightful queen of the Realm.”

  “That’s really more of a tradition than an obligation,” she said with a nervous laugh.

  “Humor me,” he said, the charm in his voice turning to steel. “Or is there a reason you don’t want to sit in the throne you’ve so valiantly won?”

  Maeve hesitated a moment too long, and in that time, the others all put their goblets down and drew weapons. Soon, Maeve faced a variety of knives, swords, arrows, and guns—an arsenal of the ages. “If you insist,” she said stiffly and began walking toward the dais like a bride with cold feet heading to the altar. The others followed close on her heels.

  Halfway there, she made a break for it, darting toward the corridor that led to the garden. She wasn’t fast enough for the other fairies, and they moved to block her. Her guards joined the melee. Swords clanged, bowstrings twanged, and shots rang out as the fairy factions fought each other and Maeve’s people.

  Sophie saw her chance and rushed to the table, where she tossed the bowl of grapes aside and picked up the crown. “Okay, now it looks like a crown,” said Emily, who had joined her, along with the others. Eamon had reappeared at some point and stood next to Emily. “So, now what? You put it on?”

  “Well, usually someone else puts the crown on, but I don’t see any archbishops around, so I suppose I’ll have to pull a Napoleon,” Sophie said. She lifted the crown and placed it on her head. Although it had seemed delicate and light, it weighed heavily on her.

  “Should something happen?” Michael as
ked. “How will we know if it worked?”

  Sophie glanced around. “Nothing seems to have changed. Maybe I have to sit on the throne while wearing the crown.”

  “To get there, we’ll have to get through them,” Michael said with a glance at the fight.

  “This is starting to make the American electoral college system look like the simple way of choosing a leader,” she muttered. Then she gave Michael a direct glare. “And there is no ‘we’ to this. You stay here. I can get to the throne.”

  She was weighing the relative merits of staying under as much cover as possible by running from pillar to pillar until she was nearly at the dais as opposed to just making a run for it when Michael grabbed her wrist. “You’re not going to get anywhere while you’re wearing that thing. They’ll know what you’re up to.”

  Wincing, she reached up and removed the crown. “What should I do with it?”

  He held out his hand. “I can hide it in my sling.”

  “That’s just a ploy to get in the fight,” she accused.

  “Well, it won’t fit in your bra,” Emily said, snatching the crown out of Sophie’s hand and giving it to Michael.

  “It’s not too heavy for you, is it?” Sophie asked as he tucked the crown into his sling.

  He acted like that was a surprising question. “No, not at all. Now, come on.”

  The battling fairies still hadn’t noticed them, but that didn’t last long. When they saw a cluster of humans rushing toward the dais, they stopped fighting each other and turned to the interlopers. “We’ll take care of this,” Amelia said. “Go!” She and Athena took up defensive positions, firing off bursts of magic to keep the fairies at bay. Sophie tried to ignore the arrows flying past as she ran.

  They’d just reached the dais steps when Michael cried out and sagged against Sophie. She caught him before he fell. “What hit me?” he gasped. “My good arm, it’s gone numb. I can’t move it.”

  “Sophie?” Emily begged in distress.

  “It’s probably elf-shot,” Sophie said. “I know how to treat it, but I don’t have the supplies.”

  “Go,” Michael urged. “Take the crown.”

  Her heart wrenched at the thought of leaving him lying there, injured and helpless, but she remembered her mission. She reached into his sling, took out the crown, and ran up the steps toward the throne.

  Some of the fairies had made it past Amelia and Athena, and Maeve was racing Sophie to the dais. Maeve got to the throne first and stood blocking it, but Sophie took a couple of running steps and launched herself into the tour jeté of a lifetime. She hadn’t just been boasting about the kind of air she could get. She kicked up with one leg, hitting Maeve square in the jaw, then twisted her body around in the air, scissoring her legs, and landed on one foot on the edge of the throne’s seat. As soon as she’d caught her balance and had both feet under her, she placed the crown on her head, hoping that standing on the throne counted.

  It must have, for the palace truly came to life. When she’d sat on the throne earlier, it had merely removed the outside barriers. Now it was as though the electricity had been reconnected. Light shone from above onto gleaming surfaces. At the same time, a wave of awareness swept over her, and she suddenly knew and understood so many things that it was as though her mind had lit up along with the palace.

  Every head in the room turned to face the throne, and Sophie realized that standing on the furniture was hardly dignified, so she gracefully lowered herself into the seat. “Now, y’all stop it right there,” she ordered in her best scolding teacher voice, like she was making a student spit out her gum. “Drop the weapons.” Much to her surprise, they complied, and then they all knelt without her even having to give the order. Maeve was already on the ground, wiping blood away from her mouth, so Sophie couldn’t tell if she meant to be kneeling, but she figured it was safe to assume the others now all knew Maeve wasn’t the rightful ruler, and that was the important part.

  “As you can probably tell,” she continued, “the throne is now occupied. Whether or not I’m here, you can consider it occupied, so there’s no point in all this fighting.” They all bowed their heads in acknowledgment, and she had to stifle a smile. She could get used to this.

  She allowed herself a sigh of relief when she saw that Amelia and Athena were tending to Michael, and he was moving his good arm again. With a sense of satisfaction, Sophie stood and said, “And now I’m taking my people home, but I will be back.” The knowledge pouring into her brain told her what to do. She removed the crown and placed it in the throne’s seat. A glowing bubble formed around the throne, sealing it and the crown safely out of reach.

  Tallulah, who had reappeared at some point in all the commotion, met her at the foot of the dais. “Very good, little one. Our debt is cleared, and you are welcome to dance with us at any time, with no additional obligation.”

  “I should think so,” Sophie said, “considering I’m now your ruler.”

  Tallulah didn’t kneel, but she did bow her head with a smile as Sophie brushed past her. Emily and Eamon helped Michael to his feet, and they and the enchantresses joined Sophie. “Let’s get out of here,” Sophie said.

  “Please!” Emily said with great enthusiasm. “I hope you know how to get us home.”

  “More now than ever,” Sophie said. “I can create a gateway, but we’ll have to get outside the palace to do so.” Sophie and her friends headed for the doors at the end of the hall, and all the fairies followed behind. Now that taking the throne was no longer an option, they were jockeying for a position close to the queen.

  When they reached the massive front doors, Sophie opened them with a gesture and prepared to enter her Realm.

  Fifty-five

  The Doorway of the Great Hall

  A Moment Later

  Michael couldn’t tell if the fairies were blindly following their new ruler or if they were up to something, but he braced for another fight. His left arm still tingled, but at least he could move it, thanks to Athena’s balm. He got through the doorway, as did Emily with Beau, Eamon, the two old ladies, and a few of the fairies, who made a hasty departure from the scene. He couldn’t help but look back to see if Jen was coming, too, and then he saw Jen, Maeve, and most of the fairies clumped together in the doorway. “Sophie?” he called softly.

  She turned and smiled with a wicked gleam in her odd eyes. “Never take food or drink from strangers, especially strangers you can’t see,” she said. “It looks like you’re stuck in the palace.”

  “You’re going to leave us here?” Maeve whined.

  “I’m not sure even I could free you. It wasn’t my spell.” Sophie moved forward until she was practically on the threshold, face-to-face with Maeve. “And why should I? You kidnapped my sister—twice. You can expect no help from me. In fact, I think my palace needs staff.” In an instant, all the fairies’ fanciful clothes turned into servants’ uniforms—and not cute French maid stuff, either. They looked like the downstairs staff in the costume dramas Jen used to watch. In spite of the dire situation, Michael almost smiled to himself. If that didn’t lure Jen out of the palace, he wasn’t sure what would. She’d hate being forced to dress that way.

  That seemed to be Sophie’s plan. She turned away from Maeve and gestured toward Jen and the other woman, her expression softening. “You two can come with me. You didn’t eat or drink in the palace, so you aren’t bound here. I’m afraid Maeve can’t hold true to her promise to make you a princess. But I could, if you come with me.”

  Michael held his breath to see what would happen. He wondered if he should say something or if he should leave it to Sophie. When Jen glanced to him, he couldn’t stop himself from speaking. “Jen, please,” he said, surprised by how badly his voice shook.

  For a heartbeat, he thought he’d actually reached her, but then the other human woman hooked her arm around Jen’s, and Jen’s fairy paramour put his arm around her shoulders, shooting Michael a defiant glare. Maeve smiled smugly at Sophie. “
It seems your power isn’t absolute,” she purred.

  Although Michael was exhausted and sore, and just a few minutes ago he wasn’t sure how he’d make it home from the park, a surge of adrenaline shot through him as his body geared up for a fight. “Why don’t you just let her go?” he shouted at Maeve.

  Maeve turned to him, acknowledging his presence for the first time. “I’m not doing anything,” she said, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. “She’s making her own choice.”

  Michael would have sprung forward to attack or to grab Jen or to do something, but an arm caught him around the waist and held him back as the giant doors slammed shut.

  “You can’t get to her like that,” Sophie said.

  She was small, but she was too strong for him to break her grasp. “I’m not leaving her.”

  “We’ll have to get to her another way.” With the slightest of smirks, she added, “I know people here, people in very high places. I should be able to get something done.”

  But he couldn’t go, not when he was so close. “I’m not leaving her,” he repeated, his voice breaking.

  “I’ll figure something out, I promise. Now, let’s get Emily home, okay?” He still couldn’t bring himself to move, and she said gently, “Michael?”

  “Don’t you dare enchant me,” he said, turning on her with a snarl.

  She didn’t flinch from his anger. “Okay, I won’t, if you’ll be reasonable,” she snapped in response. “Do you want to stand here looking dramatic and tragic, shouting to the heavens, or do you want to accomplish something worthwhile?”

  Her appeal to common sense made it past the red haze filling his mind, and he took a few deep breaths before saying, “I guess you’re right.”

  “Of course I am.” Keeping one arm around his waist, she gently turned him back to face the others. “And now I desperately need to eat something and sleep for about a week, so let’s get Emily home.” He noticed as he walked with her that she was leaning on him almost as much as he leaned against her, and he slid his good arm around her shoulders to offer support. Whatever it was she’d done back there couldn’t have been easy, and there was all that blood. This hadn’t been easy on any of them.