Fey Judgment
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 118070
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Neither Frita nor Arion could quite believe it when one of the representatives came to them to tell them the news. "You have dazzled us with your absolute dedication to beauty and loveliness," she said. "It is difficult to think of anyone who exemplifies what it is to be a fairy better than the two of you." Neither of them could speak. Arion caught up Frita in his arms, laughing in sheer delight, a sound like windchimes. Frita echoed it as she hugged him back, overwhelmed by what felt like the most important news she could ever receive if she waited all her long life. She would serve the Queen, and Arion would be at her side. But! They were not out of the woods yet. The Queen would have to accept them personally. They were appropriately anxious about this, but if the representative's judgment was to be trusted, they had little to worry about. It was still some time before they departed with the representatives and other candidates to travel to the Realm of the Seelie Court, where Amaralis resided with her husband Oberon. The journey took them far beyond Blueleaf, over plains and rivers and mountains, cities and villages and vast wastelands. They cared not for such sights, their wings beating faster than the wind to carry them to what they hoped would be their final home. They arrived at last in a place of otherworldly beautiful, a deep forest where the trees sprouted leaves like crystals and the air was fresh and clear. Everything lived in harmony, because only the most elite of fairies spent their days caring for this marvelous place. As they entered the forest, Frita almost felt faint. It felt like she was about to take a step she had never previously dreamed possible. It felt like, for better or for worse, everything would change after her meeting with the Queen. The representatives explained that they would present themselves before the Queen, in the sight of the entire company, in the Glade of Marvels. She would read their glows, their spirits, and she would decide if they were worthy to reside with her forevermore. Frita and Arion clung to one another in apprehension so intense it was almost painful. Everything shone with its own light in the Glade of Marvels. Animals knew to steer clear of it; it was almost akin to holy grounds. And in the midst of it all stood the Queen herself. One by one the fairies were sent forth to stand before her, trembling. Some she accepted. Some she did not. Each time she shook her head, Frita's heart almost stopped in terrible pain, imagining what it must be like for that poor fairy. Arion was accepted. Frita nearly fainted in excitement and pride for her beloved. Then it was her turn. She stood still as Amaralis examined her, reading her aura. She felt naked, vulnerable, and horribly, unbearably nervous. But she had to care about her beauty more than anything else. So she made herself be relaxed, graceful, and poised instead. Absolutely nothing else mattered. She ran a hand through her shimmering rainbow hair, which now tumbled all the way down her back, and threw off light of its own as it fell from her shoulders. She made herself smile brilliantly. She was the epitome of loveliness. Her heart caught on something. The knowledge that this was not right. That this was not her. She pushed it deep, deep down, into the darkest part of her soul. At last, the Queen leaned back, ever so slightly. Frita held her breath. And Amaralis said,
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