Following the desperate pleas, Celena spotted the fairy once again, held captive by a burly man. Three of them stood menacingly, unaware of her presence. She tightened her grip on the pan, trying to steady her breathing, and activated her invisibility. Moving swiftly, she delivered a swift strike with the pan, knocking the man holding the fairy unconscious. With the main threat eliminated, she swiftly overpowered the remaining captors with her bold and agile movements. Grabbing the fairy's wrist, Celena ran through the forest, not stopping until they reached the outskirts of the town. Taking a moment to catch their breath, they slipped into an alley to hide until it was safe to emerge once again.
"Thank you," the fairy said, expressing her gratitude.
Celena turned her head towards the source of the voice and found a figure standing beside her. "You're welcome. But why were they chasing you? Are you involved in some criminal activity or have you escaped from a mental institution? I'm Celena by the way" Celena asked, her voice tinged with concern. The idea of getting caught up in a dangerous situation or jeopardizing her peaceful and privileged life made her anxious.
The fairy looked at Celena with a questioning gaze, taken aback by her lack of understanding. They both crouched down in the alley, seeking cover behind crates.
"I'm a fairy," she replied, expecting Celena to grasp the implications.
Celena observed her wings and met her crimson eyes. "So...?" she trailed off, unable to comprehend the significance.
The fairy couldn't believe Celena's nonchalant response. "So?" she repeated incredulously, a mix of emotions flickering within her.
"I'm hunted and sold in the black market for a high price," She explained, her voice filled with resignation.
A sudden realization washed over Celena. "Oh... I understand now," she exclaimed, her expression brightening. "But why were you out here alone?"
"I grew tired of the fairy kingdom, you know? So, when nobody was looking, I decided to sneak out and explore the human city. However, I didn't plan on getting kidnapped and waiting for my doom, just so humans could profit. By the way, my name is Silfie," she said, extending her hand for a handshake and offering Celena a small smile.
Celena reciprocated the smile, intrigued by Silfie's spirited personality. She eagerly shook Silfie's hand, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.
"So, Silfie... do you still want to explore the city? My treat," Celena proposed with a playful grin.
"Do I?" Silfie replied, her eyes shimmering with anticipation.
And so, they embarked on their adventure through the city. But before fully immersing themselves in exploration, they decided to make a detour to return the pot Celena had accidentally taken from a vendor. With profuse apologies and shared laughter, they settled the misunderstanding, leaving the vendor both amused and relieved.
Continuing their escapades, they entered a quirky boutique shop and couldn't resist trying on a variety of funny hats. They even ventured to don fancy dresses, amusing themselves with impersonations of elegant ladies. Laughter filled the air as they reveled in their playful antics.
Once their boutique adventure was satisfied, they indulged their sweet tooth, sampling an array of delectable treats at a nearby pastry shop. Seated at an outdoor table, provided by the establishment, they enjoyed their desserts in blissful delight. However, Celena's joy was interrupted when she noticed guards from her household passing by. Her immediate reaction was to hide behind the menu, her expression betraying a mix of surprise and worry.
Silfie's gaze turned accusatory as she locked eyes with Celena, who was still concealed. "Why are you hiding, Celena? Please don't tell me you're involved in something illegal. I don't want my first human interaction to be with a criminal. Not that it would make me like you any less, but it's good to know," she questioned, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
Her expressive crimson eyes bore into Celena's, silently demanding an explanation. The whimsical sounds of the city, the laughter of children, and the melodies of street musicians created a melange of captivating noise that served as the backdrop to their conversation.
Celena peeked from behind the menu, shaking her head. ''No, of course not! Do I look like a girl who likes to cause trouble?'' her heart racing in her chest. The vibrant surroundings of the bustling street seemed to fade into the background as she focused on evading the guards' attention.
Silfie face-palmed, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. ''Then why are you hiding from them?''
''I... I snuck out of the house,'' Celena confessed, her words barely audible above the lively chatter of the city. The clinking of silverware and the distant hum of conversation from nearby cafes provided a soothing background soundtrack to their conversation.
Silfie couldn't help but wear a bemused expression, her hand meeting her forehead. ''Okay, this has been fun and all, but I think it's time for both of us to go home. How about we continue our adventures next time?'' Silfie suggested, her gaze softening as she met Celena's eyes.
Celena's heart sank slightly at the thought of their impromptu escapade coming to an end. The vibrant colors of the city seemed to dim as if mirroring her disappointment. She nodded, a wistful smile forming on her lips.
"Oh, I see. Catch you next time, Silfie. Whenever you want a tour guide to the human cities, you know where to find me," Celena said, uncovering the menu and waving at Silfie.
Silfie's playful nature returned, a mischievous glimmer in her crimson eyes as she leaned closer, their conversation a secret shared between friends. The distant melody of a street performer's violin provided a whimsical accompaniment to their farewell.
"Where in the forest?" Silfie mused, a playful smirk playing on her lips.
Celena giggled, playing along with their newfound camaraderie. The warmth of the sun on her skin and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the nearby trees created an enchanting atmosphere.
"No, silly! Just find me at the Froister Household. I'm the duke's daughter," Celena replied, her voice filled with a sense of belonging amidst the bustling cityscape.
''No way! Are you sure you're not lying? If you're the duke's daughter, then I must be the princess of Fairies,'' Silfie responded, her laughter filling the air like tinkling bells. Her delicate fingers reached for her neck, unclasping a necklace adorned with a shiny rock etched with intricate engravings. With a graceful motion, she handed it to Celena.
Celena's eyes widened with curiosity as she examined the glistening stone, mesmerized by its otherworldly allure. She looked up, her gaze meeting Silfie's vibrant crimson eyes. ''What's this?'' she asked, her voice filled with wonder.
Silfie's smile was radiant as she explained, her voice tinged with a touch of enchantment. ''It's a token of our unexpected encounter and a thank-you gift for saving me. The accessory holds a special magic. When someone looks into it, it reveals the image of the person they will love most, their partner for life. It won't have any effect on the wearer, but I thought you'd appreciate its mystic charm. Take good care of it, alright?''
Celena's cheeks flushed with a mix of delight and intrigue. She held the necklace delicately in her palm, feeling the weight of its significance. ''Ohhhh...isn't that romantic...neat?'' she exclaimed, her voice filled with a touch of whimsy.
With a shared understanding and a sense of gratitude, both Celena and Silfie stood up, their gazes locking in a silent bond of friendship. They embraced each other tightly, their connection solidified by the adventures they had shared. After a heartfelt farewell, they went their separate ways, each carrying memories of their time together.
Celena took a few steps, her heart still buoyed by the magic of their encounter. However, her elation was short-lived as the guards intercepted her path, their stern expressions betraying their duty. With firm grips on her arms, they led her toward the waiting Victorian carriage adorned with the emblem of the Froister household. Despite Celena's protests and her longing to continue her escapades, she was escorted back to the confines of her home, her fleeting taste of freedom fading like a distant dream.
As she entered the grand foyer of the Froister estate, Celena was met with disapproving glances from her mother and a stern gaze from her father. Her mother's scolding words filled the air, expressing concern for her safety and the reputation of the prestigious Froister family. Her father, a man of authority, delivered a lengthy lecture, his voice resonating with disappointment as he emphasized the importance of responsibility and the severe consequences of her reckless actions.
Celena listened quietly, her head bowed, as her parents' words washed over her. The weight of their disappointment pressed upon her, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for the trouble she had caused. When the lecture finally concluded, it was already 6 p.m. Celena found herself torn between the desire to retreat to her room and the restlessness that lingered within her.
Deciding against dinner or sleep, she sought solace in the sanctuary of the family library. It was a place filled with knowledge and stories, where she often sought refuge and enlightenment. She made her way through the rows of towering bookshelves, her fingers gently grazing the spines of countless tales. Finally, she found a book that caught her attention—the history of magical beings, including fairies.
Settling down on a comfortable green couch, Celena opened the leather-bound book with a halo angel wing symbol and delved into the ancient stories and legends surrounding fairies.
In the realm of ancient chronicles, where tales of enchantment and mystique abound, there unraveled a captivating chapter, adorned with the ethereal essence of fairies. These celestial beings, bestowed with a divine mandate to protect the sacred forests from any external forces that dared to sow harm, brandished majestic powers bestowed upon them by the creator. Their arsenal ranged from potent magic to exquisite weaponry, rendering them formidable guardians of the realm.
Legend whispers of an extraordinary encounter—the first fairy's mystical appearance before the illustrious founder of the Kelvistein Empire, the venerable king himself. A solitary rouge fairy, veiled in a cloak of urgency, sought the king's aid, beseeching him to unravel a profound mystery. In a fateful exchange, the fairy offered him a tantalizing glimpse into the depths of his destined love, the ethereal soul who would intertwine their fates in an eternal embrace. With each step taken toward this enigmatic revelation, the course of their lives would be forever entwined, their hearts bound by the celestial threads of destiny.
In that profound moment of connection, the king's eyes were granted the privilege to gaze upon the luminous visage of his destined love. The veils of uncertainty were lifted, exposing the profound truth that had been whispered by the cosmic winds. The fairy's plea, a symphony of urgency, echoed through the chambers of his heart, compelling him to act upon her entreaty. For the chance to unlock the mysteries of love and find solace in the embrace of his ethereal counterpart, the king embraced this enigmatic bargain.
Since that fateful liaison, an explosive change swept through the fairy domain, unleashing a tidal wave of aggression upon the unsuspecting human populace. Driven by an enigmatic force, the fairies, once ideals of peace, transformed into relentless hunters, pursuing individuals perceived as threats Meanwhile, the humans, coveting the fairies' majestic and enchanting power, embarked on their pursuit of these ethereal beings It was amid this tumultuous backdrop that her gaze became locked on a single phrase within the ancient book, stirring a cascade of emotions within her being.
'No way...'
'Whenever the fairies, feel threatened or whimsical,''
''Celena!''
'would occasionally use their enchanting powers'
''Hey, Celena!''
'to reveal the person they were destined to love.'
''Baby Sissy!''
Her disbelief overwhelmed her as memories of her encounter with Silfie flooded her mind. Back then, Silfie appeared as a man with blond hair and eyes resembling a glowing sunset. She tried to push those thoughts aside, not wanting to dwell on them. It had only been a few days in this historical narrative, and she was already entangled in a potential love interest. Thankfully, she hadn't gotten a good look at his face, as she struggled to stifle her laughter.
Taking a deep breath, she made a mental note: "Blond hair and eyes—a red flag. I am a dedicated member of the singles club, committed to my fellow singles." She placed a hand over her heart, reaffirming her resolve.
"Pardon me, Sissy, but I implore you to direct your attention towards me. If I may be so bold, I must warn you that should you persist in your current inattention, the consequences may be most dire."
Swift as a spring breeze, she closed the ancient tome with a reverence befitting forbidden knowledge, turning to face her brother, who stood before her, looking at her with unwavering blue determined eyes—his stance akin to a gallant warrior poised for a victorious battle.
"The hour of sustenance has arrived," he proclaimed, his words carrying an aura of irrefutable finality.
Seizing the opportune moment to redirect her thoughts, Celena sprang into motion, leaving the cherished volume nonchalantly upon a resplendent coffee table. With spirited strides, she joined her brother, seeking solace within the embrace of a familial repast—a respite from the weighty revelations that burdened her mind. Amidst the sanctity of their shared repast, Celena reveled in the comforts of the 21st century,
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