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The Queen had hoped and dreamed for this day, hoped that the babe would live to see her first year. Over the last month the Queen, or Silvia she liked to be called by close friends, had planned the party. No expense had been spared, as she feared if they did the child would die should they hold anything back. Silvia did not wish to tempt fate.

King Richard not wanting to step into his Queens way, asked for the three good fairlys to come. Asking for their goodness and magic to keep his daughter safe. His baby girl after all had him around her little finger. So the red haired king did only what he could do to keep her safe.

"My King, is the dish to your liking?" a servant asked quivering. His fear being unable to read Richard emotions simply because he was too new or the fact he was unused to being near someone of power.

"It is fine, but I am simply not hungry. " The young man bowed hastily, before almost running off.

The King rubbed his eyes. The day had already been to long, and still more things had to be done for the party. The little things his loving, but forgetting wife, glossed over in her rash. As a good husband he fixed it before word ever reached an unfavorable mouth and ear.

Johnson, the ever loyal assistant to the king, had been a good companion for years.
His assistant wrote something down, whatever it might be Richard had no idea. The rhythm set The king's mind thinking about the party, if or when he would have a moment to talk to his friends. Fear for something going wrong and so many other things passing in his mind it was hard to see anything outside of blurs of color. His lack of sleep sneaking up, yet again that day.

While off in his little world, a woman servant had whispered in Johnson's ear. He nodded. Understanding a lot was about to happen. Fairlys were apart of the fae and the fae liked being the middle of attention. Sometimes that was the scary part.

"Your highness? It seems the good fairlys are here." Johnson said in his pointed voice.
"Oh, good. I had wondered when they would show up."

Though the room had not been dark before, it seemed that way as the magic let itself in. Bright lights mixed in with the winters sun. Gold sunshine gave away to pure white. White became purple, then purple became a deep dark Blue. Johnson looked at them confusion.
"I don't recognize the purple, my king." Johnson knew the tails. At some point he thought he knew them all, but the new color had thrown him off. It was his job to know, know anything the king might need. Finding himself unaware was very frustrating.

"If we are to believe the rumors, than I think she might be a newborn."

Richard had learned long ago how the winged people traveled when the destination was to far to fly. Changing their body's to magic dust they aloud the winds and sun to take them. It seemed to trusting to the king, but the fae were different from humans. They followed different laws, from the earth, magic and their people.

The colors mixed then matched themselves. Shaping the outlines of their body's, hair and dresses. The oldest had stepped forward, having the most experience pulling herself together. She shined with an inner light and grace any dancer would kill for.

"Lady Blue, thank you for coming."

"King Richard," she smiled, "you've grown." Her eyes drank in his jaw line, his clean shaven face and now icy Blue eyes. His daughters eyes. Johnson watched on the side. He knew their history, and it was not a kind one. But he loved his baby girl, and would do anything for her. Talking to the fairlys he hoped to give his girl a good life.

"The last time I saw you was as a teenager. What a flirt you were!"

Richard stood up from his chair. His cheeks just a little pink.

"You didn't like it then."

"No, I did. But the way you went about it all wrong. You would have never won your wife over with you personality before my gift."

"You turned me into a frog!"

"I gave you the gift of love!" Fairlys saw things differently, as it was clear to see. Turning humans into animals wasn't any worse then taking candy from a baby.

"Well," the fairly started,"I see you'll not change your mind about how you see my gift-"

"Curse"

"Child it was a gift! Now stop being rude or we'll take our leave." She meant it. Parts of her form yet again becoming dusty. Richard wondered where his wife was, her smiling face always held his temper down. Did she know the fairlys were here?

He turned to Johnson, the question on his tongue. But working with this man for years he already knew his mind. A silent nod was he needed to know.

With timing like it was all planned, the richly detailed doors opened. The scared servant from before held one open as the queen walked though. Her eyes shined with excitement and her steps barely touched the floor. The young queen held the slowly awakening princesses, not yet free of her morning nap. Richard watched them as they made their way over. Over the last year he watched his baby grow, everyday he watch her look more and more like her mother. Of course she held a good mix of her father too, but it was harder to see.

Richard kissed his wife as she stepped beside him. His beloved daughter reached out for him, so he took her in his arms. Silva curtseyed to the Blue fairly. Knowing full well the temper the fairly had and how to handle it. That was one of her jobs as queen, mother, and wife, to dance around the tempers of important visitors. One thing she knew very well, a mind game of wits and words. That did not mean she was meek, oh how she could take down a person if they thought they could step all over her.

"Lady Blue, I am glad to make your acquaintance."

"As am I, Silva, it has far to long. I'm pleased to meet you." The Blue fairly simmered with magic, a show of pleasure and power.

"But let us no longer dance, Violet has pulled herself together." He waved her graceful hand in the new fairly's duration, "and it looks like this little girl is ready for her gifts."

"Wait, you mean you'll not be doing so at the ceremony?" asked the queen.

"Oh, we will." The white fairy stepped up, "However it's never a good idea to broadcast our gifts. Others would ask, and when we would not give, things can get out of hand very quickly."

"Oh." Said Silva, at loss for words.

"Will we be able to identify you?" asked Richard, his daughter playing with his hair.

"Yes, there would be no reason for us to hide.” The white fairy stepped up to the child and held out her arms, a silent question to hold her. Richard didn't hesitate to hand her over. Out of all the fairlys, the white was the nicest. Perhaps that was why the purple one was with her.

They stood in silence, if not for the princess there would have been no noise. The white fairy smiled at the outgoing princess.

"I guess it's time for us to give her our gifts." She beckoned the new fairly over, but did not hand over the baby. Instead she let them look at each other, drinking in the differences between human baby's and fairly baby's.

"What is your gift, Violet?"

"Umm, my gift is..." Violet stood there for a moment, trying to recall what the white fairy had told her about gifts for human baby's. That things like flying or being able to talk with flowers were unuseful.

But a silver tongue was.

"I give the gift of voice," gathering magic from around the royal family, as magic loved to mess with humans of power, she bent it to her will. She put her own unique flavor into it, her words did not matter, but the way she thought they met did. Violet purposely was vague to those around her, wanting to give the most she could for the first time in her life.

Richard and Silva watched as magic became tangible, taking on the color of the fairly who was using it. Thought they were scared of what the fae could in fact give to their daughter, they held themselves back. Offending then would make those fears come true. Their eyes followed the purple glitter dance around the baby before it went into her open mouth and down her throat.

She wiggled uncomfortably as the cold wiggled as it set into her voice box before hugging the white fairy. Barring her face into the nap of the older woman's neck.
"It's okay little one." The white fairy whispered, her eyes on Blue. Violet stepped back, happy with her work and gift.

"I guess I'm next!" Blue skipped over. A big smile made its way on her face. If there was one fairly Richard was scared of it be her. Her unpleasant and unpredictable nature made it hard for him to trust her. It was more than just turning him into a frog!
Holding out her hand over the baby's head she also whispered, "You are your father's child, and there so many great things about him, things I hope you have too." Her eyes flickered to the king, and back. In a small way wanting to make him a little mad. It of course worked. Richard wasn't himself when she was around, his anger just below the surface. Humans could be so much fun to mess with!

"Here is a little lesson for you, there are all kinds of different powers. Mind, royal standing, and beauty are some of the best. But they don't have everything. Your mother knows that, so follow in her footsteps too."

Gathering her own magic, magic she had from simply being so old, she sprinkled it onto the girl.

"My gift," she called out loudly, " is the gift of beauty." A shower of dark Blue dust gently feel on the young child's head, her body glowed faintly before returning to normal. The Blue fairly stepped back, falling in line with Violet.

Silva shot a questioning look to her husband, not knowing if she really cared for the gifts. Yes, it was nice knowing her baby would grow up to be beautiful and having a lovely voice. But that didn't mean she would have a happy life, nor would she find love like Silva and Richard did.

The white fairy handed the child back over her mother, who took her back without a word. Giving her own gift would require both hands. As what she wanted to give was just a bit bigger and a little more complicated than the gifts of voice and beauty.

"My gift," the white haired fairly started, magic gathering from the parents. Having magic from the closest loved ones was the best way to keep it renewing from magic that would always be around. The love from her parents would not die out easily.
"Is the gift of protection." With a flourish of grace she waved her hands in the air, gathering the magic. The humans being blind to the magic around him were unable to see anything she was doing. White continued to write words in the air, not all of white. Reds and Blues being the dominant colors.

Just as she was about to write her last word, the ground shock violently. Everybody stumbled, Violet fell to the ground. The white and Blue fairly's wings unfolded was snapping sounds. Making the two women look bigger with brightly their colored butterfly wings. Richard held his wife and shielded their daughter. Screams came from the castle, the baby cried loudly. Johnson who rarely showed his emotions was cleanly scared out his mind.

Something slammed into the wall from the outside. Big and powerful enough to break though the stone like it was nothing more than wood or even parchment. Flames from no where licked at anything and everything. It's heat melted rocks like butter. Roars come from the opening, huge and very clearly not human.

The fairlys shuddered but blocked the way to the little family who had huddled together. Violet had stood the closeted to them, ready to help them flee should things get to dangerous. Though she was young already she knew her job, and her limits.

What walked in was not something she every expected to see in her first year of life. The graceful silhouette of a human female, with the powerful energy of a dragon. Taking a set back, she had to stop herself from shivering the dragon's inner strength.

The wind wiped the dragon's hair around, her eyes growled red. The intruding dragon's rage was clear, at what it was about Violet really didn't want to find out. She did not wear cloths like they did. Having scales to predict themselves far better.

Hard, angry, glowing red eyes scanned the people in the room. Stopping at the princess. A cruel smile jumped across her face. The King stepped into her line of sight, blocking her from seeing the child. Her smile dropped. Instead she then looked to the fairlys.

"Oh," she started, as if sad," Three fairlys are invited to a party, not I?" She questioned as if they knew about her before today.

"Who are you?" asked the Blue fairly, before right then she thought she knew all dragons worth knowing. Only to find out she missed one might mean she missed more.

"Ahh," the dragon looked down her noise. "I'm Ruth," power radiated from the name. The she dragon smirked, and stepped forward. Her formed tongue tasted the air, making Silva hid behind her husband more.

"My word, there is a lot of magic in the air. We're you three, perhaps blessing the young princess here?" Ruth asked, as if she didn't know. None of them said a word.
"I guess the least I," the dragon pressed her hand to her chest in away that any woman of the higher class would do, "can do is give my own blessing."

With small legal steps Ruth got closer and closer to the royal family. Richard being the man he was, attempted to stop her.

"Holt!" he yelled sounding very bit of the king he was. "You will do no harm to my family." Drowning his blade that was held on the back of his chair, he held it high. To anyone else this big man holding a sword he clearly knew how to use would have sent them running the other way. But not a dragon, and most definitely not Ruth.

Ruth didn't care for this little human, though he was almost tall than her in her human form, as her true self he was but an bug. Waiting to be stepped on. He was not worth her time, waving her hand, she sent his body crashing to the wall. Richard landed with a crack, and he did not move.

"Richard!"

The Blue fairly jumped in front of the queen, who had lost all color in her cheeks.
"No, Ruth, by law you shouldn't even be here!" Blue yelled, "If you curse that baby you will be punished for your actions!"

"Oh yeah?" Ruth laughed, "and who would stop me? You? Please, all I want to do is help the baby in her future."

Again Ruth used her magic to push the fairly out of the way.

Silva stood there frozen, broken, and scared. Her husband could be dead and now this evil fae was going to do something with her baby. There was nothing she could do. Hearing her baby's cries, holding back her own, for the first time in years she didn't feel safe.
Holding her breath, she tired to run. Only to find the bottom of her shoes melted to the stone floor.

'No!' she tried slipping her feet out of her slippers, 'Get away!' Her mouth wouldn't work, her voice didn't scream. It was too hard to breath, but her baby, her baby wasn't safe!

A hand ran though the baby's light brown hair in a gentle manner that was unlike anything the dragon had done until then.

"What's her name?"

"..."

"What is her NAME?" She grabbed Silva's pretty hair. The pins that were to keep her hair in place were now pricked into her scalp as she was being lifted off the ground to Ruth's eye level. The intruder was so tall, even if there were other signs she had not been human, the shear tallness would have given it away.

"Sofia!" Ruth let go of her hair, the queen dropped to the floor. Her now named baby never once leaving her arms. Silva hugged Sophia, she shouldn't have done that, yet there was nothing she could do. The fairlys stood speechless and just as helpless as she. If not more. They're wings had gone limp without hope. Whatever would happen, couldn't be avoided.

Darkness started to creep in from the shadows, like the light being eaten alive like a snake with a mouse. The air grow cold and damp and heavy. It had become hard to breath, the mortals gasped like fish, needing more air. All life was taken from the castle, like no one had lived there for years. As if sickness had taken all who had called this place home. Silva shivered, feeling like a ghost had walked though her.
Ruth had gathered the energy of this place all anger, hate and envy from the passed. Intending to use it for her own spell.

"Lesson well, all of you.” The colorful being stopped, as if thinking of what she might give to the baby girl. Her eyes rolled around the room, drinking in the darkness she had bring. “Before the sun sets on the her birthday, she will die by pricking her finger on the spindle of a spinning-wheel!” Ruth smiled, like it was the best thing to think of, being unpredictable and not saying what birthday it would be would bring traitor like the King and Queen had never known before.

She laughed, seeing the queens face. She laughed at the horror bleeding in from the hearts of the farilys. She laughed because now they could do nothing! Nothing! Becoming a dragon again she flow off in smoke and fire of her own making. Her laughter would hunt the humans for the rest of their short lives.

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The Queen had hoped and dreamed for this day, hoped that the babe would live to see her first year. Over the last month the Queen, or Silvia she liked to be called by close friends, had planned the party. No expense had been spared, as she feared if they did the child would die should they hold anything back. Silvia did not wish to tempt fate.

King Richard not wanting to step into his Queens way, asked for the three good fairlys to come. Asking for their goodness and magic to keep his daughter safe. His baby girl after all had him around her little finger. So the red haired king did only what he could do to keep her safe.

"My King, is the dish to your liking?" a servant asked quivering. His fear being unable to read Richard emotions simply because he was too new or the fact he was unused to being near someone of power.

"It is fine, but I am simply not hungry. " The young man bowed hastily, before almost running off.

The King rubbed his eyes. The day had already been to long, and still more things had to be done for the party. The little things his loving, but forgetting wife, glossed over in her rash. As a good husband he fixed it before word ever reached an unfavorable mouth and ear.

Johnson, the ever loyal assistant to the king, had been a good companion for years.
His assistant wrote something down, whatever it might be Richard had no idea. The rhythm set The king's mind thinking about the party, if or when he would have a moment to talk to his friends. Fear for something going wrong and so many other things passing in his mind it was hard to see anything outside of blurs of color. His lack of sleep sneaking up, yet again that day.

While off in his little world, a woman servant had whispered in Johnson's ear. He nodded. Understanding a lot was about to happen. Fairlys were apart of the fae and the fae liked being the middle of attention. Sometimes that was the scary part.

"Your highness? It seems the good fairlys are here." Johnson said in his pointed voice.
"Oh, good. I had wondered when they would show up."

Though the room had not been dark before, it seemed that way as the magic let itself in. Bright lights mixed in with the winters sun. Gold sunshine gave away to pure white. White became purple, then purple became a deep dark Blue. Johnson looked at them confusion.
"I don't recognize the purple, my king." Johnson knew the tails. At some point he thought he knew them all, but the new color had thrown him off. It was his job to know, know anything the king might need. Finding himself unaware was very frustrating.

"If we are to believe the rumors, than I think she might be a newborn."

Richard had learned long ago how the winged people traveled when the destination was to far to fly. Changing their body's to magic dust they aloud the winds and sun to take them. It seemed to trusting to the king, but the fae were different from humans. They followed different laws, from the earth, magic and their people.

The colors mixed then matched themselves. Shaping the outlines of their body's, hair and dresses. The oldest had stepped forward, having the most experience pulling herself together. She shined with an inner light and grace any dancer would kill for.

"Lady Blue, thank you for coming."

"King Richard," she smiled, "you've grown." Her eyes drank in his jaw line, his clean shaven face and now icy Blue eyes. His daughters eyes. Johnson watched on the side. He knew their history, and it was not a kind one. But he loved his baby girl, and would do anything for her. Talking to the fairlys he hoped to give his girl a good life.

"The last time I saw you was as a teenager. What a flirt you were!"

Richard stood up from his chair. His cheeks just a little pink.

"You didn't like it then."

"No, I did. But the way you went about it all wrong. You would have never won your wife over with you personality before my gift."

"You turned me into a frog!"

"I gave you the gift of love!" Fairlys saw things differently, as it was clear to see. Turning humans into animals wasn't any worse then taking candy from a baby.

"Well," the fairly started,"I see you'll not change your mind about how you see my gift-"

"Curse"

"Child it was a gift! Now stop being rude or we'll take our leave." She meant it. Parts of her form yet again becoming dusty. Richard wondered where his wife was, her smiling face always held his temper down. Did she know the fairlys were here?

He turned to Johnson, the question on his tongue. But working with this man for years he already knew his mind. A silent nod was he needed to know.

With timing like it was all planned, the richly detailed doors opened. The scared servant from before held one open as the queen walked though. Her eyes shined with excitement and her steps barely touched the floor. The young queen held the slowly awakening princesses, not yet free of her morning nap. Richard watched them as they made their way over. Over the last year he watched his baby grow, everyday he watch her look more and more like her mother. Of course she held a good mix of her father too, but it was harder to see.

Richard kissed his wife as she stepped beside him. His beloved daughter reached out for him, so he took her in his arms. Silva curtseyed to the Blue fairly. Knowing full well the temper the fairly had and how to handle it. That was one of her jobs as queen, mother, and wife, to dance around the tempers of important visitors. One thing she knew very well, a mind game of wits and words. That did not mean she was meek, oh how she could take down a person if they thought they could step all over her.

"Lady Blue, I am glad to make your acquaintance."

"As am I, Silva, it has far to long. I'm pleased to meet you." The Blue fairly simmered with magic, a show of pleasure and power.

"But let us no longer dance, Violet has pulled herself together." He waved her graceful hand in the new fairly's duration, "and it looks like this little girl is ready for her gifts."

"Wait, you mean you'll not be doing so at the ceremony?" asked the queen.

"Oh, we will." The white fairy stepped up, "However it's never a good idea to broadcast our gifts. Others would ask, and when we would not give, things can get out of hand very quickly."

"Oh." Said Silva, at loss for words.

"Will we be able to identify you?" asked Richard, his daughter playing with his hair.

"Yes, there would be no reason for us to hide.” The white fairy stepped up to the child and held out her arms, a silent question to hold her. Richard didn't hesitate to hand her over. Out of all the fairlys, the white was the nicest. Perhaps that was why the purple one was with her.

They stood in silence, if not for the princess there would have been no noise. The white fairy smiled at the outgoing princess.

"I guess it's time for us to give her our gifts." She beckoned the new fairly over, but did not hand over the baby. Instead she let them look at each other, drinking in the differences between human baby's and fairly baby's.

"What is your gift, Violet?"

"Umm, my gift is..." Violet stood there for a moment, trying to recall what the white fairy had told her about gifts for human baby's. That things like flying or being able to talk with flowers were unuseful.

But a silver tongue was.

"I give the gift of voice," gathering magic from around the royal family, as magic loved to mess with humans of power, she bent it to her will. She put her own unique flavor into it, her words did not matter, but the way she thought they met did. Violet purposely was vague to those around her, wanting to give the most she could for the first time in her life.

Richard and Silva watched as magic became tangible, taking on the color of the fairly who was using it. Thought they were scared of what the fae could in fact give to their daughter, they held themselves back. Offending then would make those fears come true. Their eyes followed the purple glitter dance around the baby before it went into her open mouth and down her throat.

She wiggled uncomfortably as the cold wiggled as it set into her voice box before hugging the white fairy. Barring her face into the nap of the older woman's neck.
"It's okay little one." The white fairy whispered, her eyes on Blue. Violet stepped back, happy with her work and gift.

"I guess I'm next!" Blue skipped over. A big smile made its way on her face. If there was one fairly Richard was scared of it be her. Her unpleasant and unpredictable nature made it hard for him to trust her. It was more than just turning him into a frog!
Holding out her hand over the baby's head she also whispered, "You are your father's child, and there so many great things about him, things I hope you have too." Her eyes flickered to the king, and back. In a small way wanting to make him a little mad. It of course worked. Richard wasn't himself when she was around, his anger just below the surface. Humans could be so much fun to mess with!

"Here is a little lesson for you, there are all kinds of different powers. Mind, royal standing, and beauty are some of the best. But they don't have everything. Your mother knows that, so follow in her footsteps too."

Gathering her own magic, magic she had from simply being so old, she sprinkled it onto the girl.

"My gift," she called out loudly, " is the gift of beauty." A shower of dark Blue dust gently feel on the young child's head, her body glowed faintly before returning to normal. The Blue fairly stepped back, falling in line with Violet.

Silva shot a questioning look to her husband, not knowing if she really cared for the gifts. Yes, it was nice knowing her baby would grow up to be beautiful and having a lovely voice. But that didn't mean she would have a happy life, nor would she find love like Silva and Richard did.

The white fairy handed the child back over her mother, who took her back without a word. Giving her own gift would require both hands. As what she wanted to give was just a bit bigger and a little more complicated than the gifts of voice and beauty.

"My gift," the white haired fairly started, magic gathering from the parents. Having magic from the closest loved ones was the best way to keep it renewing from magic that would always be around. The love from her parents would not die out easily.
"Is the gift of protection." With a flourish of grace she waved her hands in the air, gathering the magic. The humans being blind to the magic around him were unable to see anything she was doing. White continued to write words in the air, not all of white. Reds and Blues being the dominant colors.

Just as she was about to write her last word, the ground shock violently. Everybody stumbled, Violet fell to the ground. The white and Blue fairly's wings unfolded was snapping sounds. Making the two women look bigger with brightly their colored butterfly wings. Richard held his wife and shielded their daughter. Screams came from the castle, the baby cried loudly. Johnson who rarely showed his emotions was cleanly scared out his mind.

Something slammed into the wall from the outside. Big and powerful enough to break though the stone like it was nothing more than wood or even parchment. Flames from no where licked at anything and everything. It's heat melted rocks like butter. Roars come from the opening, huge and very clearly not human.

The fairlys shuddered but blocked the way to the little family who had huddled together. Violet had stood the closeted to them, ready to help them flee should things get to dangerous. Though she was young already she knew her job, and her limits.

What walked in was not something she every expected to see in her first year of life. The graceful silhouette of a human female, with the powerful energy of a dragon. Taking a set back, she had to stop herself from shivering the dragon's inner strength.

The wind wiped the dragon's hair around, her eyes growled red. The intruding dragon's rage was clear, at what it was about Violet really didn't want to find out. She did not wear cloths like they did. Having scales to predict themselves far better.

Hard, angry, glowing red eyes scanned the people in the room. Stopping at the princess. A cruel smile jumped across her face. The King stepped into her line of sight, blocking her from seeing the child. Her smile dropped. Instead she then looked to the fairlys.

"Oh," she started, as if sad," Three fairlys are invited to a party, not I?" She questioned as if they knew about her before today.

"Who are you?" asked the Blue fairly, before right then she thought she knew all dragons worth knowing. Only to find out she missed one might mean she missed more.

"Ahh," the dragon looked down her noise. "I'm Ruth," power radiated from the name. The she dragon smirked, and stepped forward. Her formed tongue tasted the air, making Silva hid behind her husband more.

"My word, there is a lot of magic in the air. We're you three, perhaps blessing the young princess here?" Ruth asked, as if she didn't know. None of them said a word.
"I guess the least I," the dragon pressed her hand to her chest in away that any woman of the higher class would do, "can do is give my own blessing."

With small legal steps Ruth got closer and closer to the royal family. Richard being the man he was, attempted to stop her.

"Holt!" he yelled sounding very bit of the king he was. "You will do no harm to my family." Drowning his blade that was held on the back of his chair, he held it high. To anyone else this big man holding a sword he clearly knew how to use would have sent them running the other way. But not a dragon, and most definitely not Ruth.

Ruth didn't care for this little human, though he was almost tall than her in her human form, as her true self he was but an bug. Waiting to be stepped on. He was not worth her time, waving her hand, she sent his body crashing to the wall. Richard landed with a crack, and he did not move.

"Richard!"

The Blue fairly jumped in front of the queen, who had lost all color in her cheeks.
"No, Ruth, by law you shouldn't even be here!" Blue yelled, "If you curse that baby you will be punished for your actions!"

"Oh yeah?" Ruth laughed, "and who would stop me? You? Please, all I want to do is help the baby in her future."

Again Ruth used her magic to push the fairly out of the way.

Silva stood there frozen, broken, and scared. Her husband could be dead and now this evil fae was going to do something with her baby. There was nothing she could do. Hearing her baby's cries, holding back her own, for the first time in years she didn't feel safe.
Holding her breath, she tired to run. Only to find the bottom of her shoes melted to the stone floor.

'No!' she tried slipping her feet out of her slippers, 'Get away!' Her mouth wouldn't work, her voice didn't scream. It was too hard to breath, but her baby, her baby wasn't safe!

A hand ran though the baby's light brown hair in a gentle manner that was unlike anything the dragon had done until then.

"What's her name?"

"..."

"What is her NAME?" She grabbed Silva's pretty hair. The pins that were to keep her hair in place were now pricked into her scalp as she was being lifted off the ground to Ruth's eye level. The intruder was so tall, even if there were other signs she had not been human, the shear tallness would have given it away.

"Sofia!" Ruth let go of her hair, the queen dropped to the floor. Her now named baby never once leaving her arms. Silva hugged Sophia, she shouldn't have done that, yet there was nothing she could do. The fairlys stood speechless and just as helpless as she. If not more. They're wings had gone limp without hope. Whatever would happen, couldn't be avoided.

Darkness started to creep in from the shadows, like the light being eaten alive like a snake with a mouse. The air grow cold and damp and heavy. It had become hard to breath, the mortals gasped like fish, needing more air. All life was taken from the castle, like no one had lived there for years. As if sickness had taken all who had called this place home. Silva shivered, feeling like a ghost had walked though her.
Ruth had gathered the energy of this place all anger, hate and envy from the passed. Intending to use it for her own spell.

"Lesson well, all of you.” The colorful being stopped, as if thinking of what she might give to the baby girl. Her eyes rolled around the room, drinking in the darkness she had bring. “Before the sun sets on the her birthday, she will die by pricking her finger on the spindle of a spinning-wheel!” Ruth smiled, like it was the best thing to think of, being unpredictable and not saying what birthday it would be would bring traitor like the King and Queen had never known before.

She laughed, seeing the queens face. She laughed at the horror bleeding in from the hearts of the farilys. She laughed because now they could do nothing! Nothing! Becoming a dragon again she flow off in smoke and fire of her own making. Her laughter would hunt the humans for the rest of their short lives.