conceived a baby nymph. Nymphs were known for their tricks and deceiving of innocent passers-by. With their elfish cleverness, and their fairy magic, nymphs were a race to be feared.
The sun sunk behind the mountainous landscape, and nighttime took to the sky. Fairy Queen Vivian rang the emergency bell. "It's TIME!" she squealed, "I'm about to have a nymph-ant!" Her nurses flew this way and that, and soon, a new life was welcomed into the world underneath the bright moons.
"What's her name?" the head nurse asked, cradling the green caterpillar-like baby in her dainty little arms. "Her name is Alesha." the queen replied, gasping for air, "The Nymph of the Night. She shall rule over this broken land, and save us all!"
Alesha was raised by her mother for fifteen years, until the day when King Josepher raged war on the fairies, and killed the queen with a stab from the Silver Shadow, the only knife that can kill a fairy.
"Why did you do that?!" Alesha demanded to know, wiping the tears from her face. Her once majestic mother was now a mere pile of ash on the ground.
"She wanted to give you rule over the whole realm, and I couldn't let that happen." Josepher snapped, "The Hashdukien throne belongs to the elves!" Alesha threw down her hands. "You killed my mother because of a stupid throne!" she screamed.
"No, I killed your mother because she started it all." the elf explained, "I'm going to kill you because of the throne!" The Elf King ran at his daughter, knife in hand. Alesha flew up in the sky, snatching her father's cape. The two flew to the top of the room, and the Silver Shadow fell to the ground with a clang.
"Let me go you crossbreed!" he screamed. "Whatever you say!" Alesha smirked. The nymph released the cape from her grasp, dropping the king to the ground, right on top of the Silver Shadow. Josepher screamed at the top of his lungs as the blade punctured his shoulder blade. His body shook and exploded into a flare of fiery elf dust.
Alesha fluttered out the window and into the open, high above Hashdukien. "Attention everyone! I am now the Queen of Hashdukien!" she announced, "All hail your righteous ruler! From this point forward, anyone against me shall be executed, and any outsiders shall be brought to me for judgement!"
Later in life, as all nymphs do, Alesha hit that one dreaded time in a young nymph's life when "special" changes happen. At the age of sixteen, nymphs receive the last characteristic that makes them a nymph. They go love-crazy.
"Where are you going, Jacobsen?!" Alesha called, flying after the blue-haired elf she invited to her house, "Don't you want to stay longer? I'll make pot roast!"
The 14-year-old elf scurried through the woods, hopping over roots and ducking under the low hanging branches.
"Hashduki!" Alesha ordered, "Bring him to me!"
"I don't get it, Syesha." Alesha sighed, looking at her trusted friend and associate, "Why will no one return my love?" "Maybe it's because everyone you chase ends up in the dungeon?" Syesha suggested.
Alesha fluttered over to the door. "That’s not it." she sighed, looking out the window, "I really don't know."
That night, the nymph snuck into her late mother’s chambers and placed her hand on the portrait that hung above her old bed. She felt the painting and grabbed the frame, swinging it open. Inside, books of all sizes were stacked on top of each other. Alesha carefully read each title and selected the one she needed. Tucking the spell book under arm, Alesha shut the compartment and flew out the window.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Alesha read aloud, "Looks like I'll have to change that!" Reading the page, Alesha recited the spell exactly as it was written, "Omnium oculis intuentibus
The sun sunk behind the mountainous landscape, and nighttime took to the sky. Fairy Queen Vivian rang the emergency bell. "It's TIME!" she squealed, "I'm about to have a nymph-ant!" Her nurses flew this way and that, and soon, a new life was welcomed into the world underneath the bright moons.
"What's her name?" the head nurse asked, cradling the green caterpillar-like baby in her dainty little arms. "Her name is Alesha." the queen replied, gasping for air, "The Nymph of the Night. She shall rule over this broken land, and save us all!"
Alesha was raised by her mother for fifteen years, until the day when King Josepher raged war on the fairies, and killed the queen with a stab from the Silver Shadow, the only knife that can kill a fairy.
"Why did you do that?!" Alesha demanded to know, wiping the tears from her face. Her once majestic mother was now a mere pile of ash on the ground.
"She wanted to give you rule over the whole realm, and I couldn't let that happen." Josepher snapped, "The Hashdukien throne belongs to the elves!" Alesha threw down her hands. "You killed my mother because of a stupid throne!" she screamed.
"No, I killed your mother because she started it all." the elf explained, "I'm going to kill you because of the throne!" The Elf King ran at his daughter, knife in hand. Alesha flew up in the sky, snatching her father's cape. The two flew to the top of the room, and the Silver Shadow fell to the ground with a clang.
"Let me go you crossbreed!" he screamed. "Whatever you say!" Alesha smirked. The nymph released the cape from her grasp, dropping the king to the ground, right on top of the Silver Shadow. Josepher screamed at the top of his lungs as the blade punctured his shoulder blade. His body shook and exploded into a flare of fiery elf dust.
Alesha fluttered out the window and into the open, high above Hashdukien. "Attention everyone! I am now the Queen of Hashdukien!" she announced, "All hail your righteous ruler! From this point forward, anyone against me shall be executed, and any outsiders shall be brought to me for judgement!"
Later in life, as all nymphs do, Alesha hit that one dreaded time in a young nymph's life when "special" changes happen. At the age of sixteen, nymphs receive the last characteristic that makes them a nymph. They go love-crazy.
"Where are you going, Jacobsen?!" Alesha called, flying after the blue-haired elf she invited to her house, "Don't you want to stay longer? I'll make pot roast!"
The 14-year-old elf scurried through the woods, hopping over roots and ducking under the low hanging branches.
"Hashduki!" Alesha ordered, "Bring him to me!"
"I don't get it, Syesha." Alesha sighed, looking at her trusted friend and associate, "Why will no one return my love?" "Maybe it's because everyone you chase ends up in the dungeon?" Syesha suggested.
Alesha fluttered over to the door. "That’s not it." she sighed, looking out the window, "I really don't know."
That night, the nymph snuck into her late mother’s chambers and placed her hand on the portrait that hung above her old bed. She felt the painting and grabbed the frame, swinging it open. Inside, books of all sizes were stacked on top of each other. Alesha carefully read each title and selected the one she needed. Tucking the spell book under arm, Alesha shut the compartment and flew out the window.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Alesha read aloud, "Looks like I'll have to change that!" Reading the page, Alesha recited the spell exactly as it was written, "Omnium oculis intuentibus