The Dark Fairy King

Just like clockwork, the Love Fairies scattered, eager to prove themselves.

The field stretched wide—Dark Fairy forest on the right, Light Kingdom on the left. Poisonous apple trees marked the edge, their twisted branches clawing at the sky. No one needed a reminder: Dark Fairies lurked beyond that line—parasites who fed on everything that made you soft. You crossed that border, you didn’t come back.

The sun beat down, heavy and bright. For most Dark Fairies, it would be unbearable. But we had to finish before dusk—before they woke. Before they hunted.

Thank the gods we were still safe. Mostly.

Unless, of course, you were unlucky enough to meet one of the big names—like the boogeyman himself, Veravos, or Queen Judorah. Arisa hadn’t mentioned them, which meant they were probably long gone. Or... lurking. I used to warn junior Love Fairies about them all the time.

But no one mentioned that anymore.

To the far left, past the glow of the Light Kingdom, was where the humans lived—curious, complicated, deliciously chaotic. Some fairies ventured that far. Their argument?

Humans had no magic. So it’s easier to cast Love Spells on them. Sure. Manipulate the powerless, what could go wrong?

Anyway, the rest wandered the forgotten kingdoms behind us. Dangerous.

But who knew what still breathed in those ruins?

Preferably not Judorah or Veravos. Not with my powers this low. I haven’t practiced since leaving the forsaken dungeon.

So I made a logical decision. Stayed close to Doverel. She wasn’t adventurous, but she was honest. She didn’t press, didn’t pretend. I liked that.