In the Arctic Ocean, southeast of Cresent Island, lies a smaller, more magic island. This island cannot be seen by human eyes, as numerous charms conceal it. This island is called Wath, and it was once the home of the sweetest creatures that have ever walked the earth.
Although the residents of Wath were quite gentle, they were feared by all The Folk because of their vicious queen, Bennela Viserburke, and her violent adviser, Fo Rainberry.
Bennela was a cunning faerie who delighted in the pain of her enemies. She would destroy anyone or anything that threatened her and her people.
One day, as Bennela was settling a fight between a pixie and a sprite over an onion tart, the huge, golden gates that guarded the castle swung open to reveal a witch in yellow and red robes. The witch sunk into a low bow in front of Bennela.
"Greetings, my queen.", croaked the warty witch.
Bennela eyed the disgusting creature before her and replied with a curt, " Yes? What is your business here?".
Standing, the witch answered, "I am, Golira, a messenger of the great King Wrill of Vamane."
"Did I ask for your name, wench?"
"Apologies, my queen."
Bennela gave a slight nod, and Golira continued.
"My lord has sent me to ask for your hand in marriage. He demands that you say yes."
"And if I say no?"
"He will send his army of trolls and orcs to ruin this lovely island of yours."
The young queen was silent for a while.
"I see."
"So what message should I send back to my lord?"
Bennela sent the witch a cruel smile before waving her fingers through the air, which was traditionally known as a sign of surrender.
The grin that exposed the witch's yellow teeth didn't last for more than two seconds when a flash of red knocked her to the ground.
It was Fo, the violent elf that accompanied Bennela everywhere she went. Fo stood over the witch with his magnificent, ivory sword pointed at the witch's green neck. After holding it there for a minute or two, Fo moved his sword away and Golira let out a sigh of relief before the elf's sword was buried in her right eye. 479Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9r9GJP3Koo
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Golira's screams were loud enough for all the villagers to hear. Fo finally pulled out his sword, which was now dripping with the witch's yellow blood, and admired the marvelous mess he had made. No amount of magical healing would be able to fix Golira's eye.
Bennela, who had watched the witch's pain with silent relish, now spoke to the whimpering creature holding her injured eye.
"Go and show your king your eye, I believe it should be enough of a message for him."
Golira struggled to her feet and ran out of the courtyard, through the gates that had opened once more.
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