The Real Candidate

"What is a fairy doing here? I thought they were extinct?" Elliot asked, not believing what he was seeing.

The figure was a small woman that was merely seven inches tall. She had long blonde hair thats he tied to a loose bun and a black dress that slowly fades away. Behind her was a pair of dark green butterfly wings that glowed with glitters and sparks.

Trick groaned. He took the dagger and pointed it at the fairy. "Glory, whatever you're thinking of, do not do it. Do not altert the queen."

"Trick you're a traitor!" the fairy yelled. "Why would I trust you? The queen's orders are absolute and her enemies are our enemies. We never should even try to question her words. She's our queen!"

Trick sighed. "No, she's not the queen anymore. She's a different woman and she's not who she used to be. Come on, Glory. You of all people should know that."

"No," Glory shook her head, trying to disagree with Trick. "You're lying. The queen is still the queen."