The faerie man called Deng had a presence that just filled the room. He was probably the tallest of all of the men of the Courts. He had an athletic build with long strong arms corded with natural muscles that weren't over done. His mahogany skin stood out starkly against the back drop of his bright copper wings and dust. The pattern on his wings were like that of a monarch butterfly's, the only differences were that his were distinctly copper, slightly transparent, with bronze glitter specks falling off of every gentle wing stroke. He stood there comfortably in a grand boubou. The African garb was rust colored, a shade darker than his wings, and it was ornately decorated with intricate small tribal designs in bright white threading along the middle front of his flat chest and then along the capped sleeves. He also sported a short square shaped rust colored cap on top of what looked to be like a closely shaved head. His face was handsome with a long jaw that accentuated his natural easy smile.
As he stood in front of the seriously tense Court he grinned joyfully baring a wide set of perfectly straight pearly whites. His nut brown colored eyes glittered as he said in his cultured happy tone, "Thank you Your Majesty, you are most gracious." With this he made a slight bow in her direction to which she acknowledged with a sophisticated incline of her golden crowned head. He turned back to facing forward and with an elegant sweep of his long arm he indicated toward his lovely partner beside him, "Let us then provide the proof that the girl cannot give them. Oya would you like to start?"
The woman sitting at his side stood up so dexterously it was as if she was pulled up by strings. She stood with her oval face shaped head held high, not in a snooty way, but in a manner that befitted her as a woman in complete charge of herself. She had sleek hazelnut skin that was mostly covered up by the loose fitting white and peach colored m'boubou she wore. Her gown was free flowing around her nimbly shaped tall figure. She had an earthly beauty that could not be easily overlooked. Her gown was eggshell white with tribal zig zags in a soft peach hue running down it in diagonal stripes. Around her long slender neck she exhibited a large chunky beaded white necklace. Her dark hair was braided and pulled skillfully back into a large peach colored head wrap. Though it was just a long plain cloth she wore it proudly upon her head like it was a golden crown. Her dark lips were sumptuously plump and she left them bare of any lipstick or gloss. It only added to her inherent exquisiteness. She had a wide forehead that balanced her highly pointed and arched slim eyebrows. Her eyes were doe-like and the color of cognac. She even had little white painted on dots that ran in a half circle that started at the end of her eyebrows and stopped at the beginnings of her bottom eyelashes. Like the man beside her she too seemed to exude an aura of barely contained jubilance. She reminded you a little of Ishtar the way she was so instictivally self-assured and carefree. Her easy going demeanor radiated her inner beauty and you could tell she was a woman who knew herself well and would make no apologies for it. A small stab of wistfulness hit your heart as you wondered what the sassy, but fun pixie woman was up to down in the marketplace. You wished you were still back there, but the chaos of the present moment squelched any sentiments you might have had of returning there.
Oya beamed at her companion and her gaze lingered a little too long on Deng. By his secret grin back it was made evident to all in the room that these two were madly in love with each other. Queen Rhiannon cleared her throat sharply much to everyone's relief. Who knows how long those two would have stood there making googly eyes at one another if she hadn't. Unperturbed Oya smoothed the front of her m'boubou and returned her gaze back towards the rest of The Courts and in a singsong voice said, "All these years Peter and Hook have been duking it out, yet none of us seem to know the reason why. Neither one of them have been exactly forth coming with the reason, however if you all will recall many years ago it was Hook who arrived in Neverland after Pan had lived here for some amount of time. Peter was just as curious to the newcomer as we all were if you can remember. For a period of time the Captain was content in exploring the Never Sea and none of us were much bothered by him or his crew. However once his crew ran out of supplies they came ashore and rather than gathering what they needed from the abundant land they decided to pillage the Picaninny tribe!"
She exclaimed that last sentence passionately to the entire room with an outraged stomp of her delicate foot. Her large doe eyes seemed to be on fire with long held in indignation. Seeing that she had the rapt attention of the entire room she continued in her rhythmic voice, "Of course they are pirates after all. They just took what they wanted, got on their ship, and set sail again without so much as a by your leave. Since then Hook and his crew have been ambushing and raiding certain parts of Neverland whenever their supplies run low. They never once asked for anything they just take it and declare it theirs. Who is to say once they have free roam of the land they won't just decide to take Pixie Hollow as well!" Deng reched out an arm and laid it gently on his wife's back just in the crest where her monarch butterfly wings met. Her peach colored dust was sparking off of them like little bouts of fireworks. Something told you this wasn't so much about you and Hook as it was a personal matter. Taking a deep breath the shaking pixie woman calmed herself down and began again, "It wasn't until years later after his arrival here that the war between Hook and Pan started. We don't know exactly what triggered the fight, but we do know who started it. Don't you all remember when Hook started trying to blast Peter out of the sky with his canons? You just don't go shooting canon balls at people unless you are fully intending to kill them. Is it any wonder that Peter fought back after that despite how very young he was at the time? And ever since then time has proven more often than naught that Hook regularly goes on the offensive while Peter and The Lost Boys are almost always on defense. The girl was right, we do all need a little more common sense if we can't look back and say that Hook is clearly dangerous to us all. If we don't do anything about him now, then we deserve anything that might happen to us later!"
Taking note of the obviously ruffled feathers of the Egyptian looking faeries on their left Deng skillfully interjected his lover's impassioned speech. "My wife, speaks a bit harshly, but I believe you can all understand why." The Egyptian faerie woman let out a delicate snort from her thin narrow nose and remarked snidely, "Oh yes, we understand all right! She's obviously still bitter about that little incident that happened years ago." She finished by crossing her arms across her chest and crossing her legs prissily. "Little incident?" Oya's singsong voice repeated menacingly. Her tall frame began shaking with barely suppressed rage and her wings began to flap so hard they began to make a low keening whistling sound. A knot of warning formed in your stomach and you felt yourself take a few steps back as Oya's rage became a tangible thing. Her voice rose shrilly as she screamed, "MY GRAND-DAUGHTER'S MURDER WAS NO INCIDENT!"
A great gale force wind manifested from Oya and was hurled at the snotty Egyptian woman. At seemingly the same time a great wall of sturdy wood came ripping straight from below the pale marbled floor and erected itself directly in front of the Egyptian faerie couple and the rest of the courts. The strong wind battered against it cutting deep into the bark, but it held strong. The wind stopped, but the sheer force of it's backlash sent you sliding across the cold floor only to crash into one of the white mirrors on the wall. When your back had hit the wall it had knocked all of the breath from your chest and so you fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground. The mirror instantly shattered sending fragments of giant broken crystal raining down upon you. By sheer reflex you managed to throw your hands over your neck and head while you were instantaneously pelted with shard like daggers sinking into your skin. Pain seared across your flesh as your mind struggled to catch up to what was happening. Your lungs spasmed forcefully as you tried desperately to get air back into you. A strong force grabbed you by your waist and pulled you out of the hailstorm of raining white glass. Disoriented and gasping for breath you felt yourself lowered onto your back on the smooth marble floor. Your eyes rolled up into your head and blearlily you saw the ceiling above was much more tree like with hollowed out holes where branches led out.
"Can you hear me?" a familiar male voice demanded, but you were still trying to breathe regularly again so you couldn't answer. You tried to make your head move to look at the man the voice had come from but for some reason you couldn't make your neck move. You started to feel intensely cold and the feeling of numbness spread throughout your body. It was just like when you were almost drowned only not nearly as painful. You could feel the darkness looming in again and the panicked realization that you were dying screamed in the back of your mind, yet you couldn't seem to force yourself to move or care. You were fading in and out while a number of loud disembodied voices rang in your ears. Your vision was becoming fuzzy and you wanted to tell the voices to shut up because you were sleepy, but even that seemed too much effort. Then everything went dark.
To be continued…
Authors Note: Dun Dun Dun! Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! Not exactly what you were expecting I'm guessing? Still I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I tried to make this one a little bit longer since the last one was a little short. Lots of cray cray stuff going on in The Courts this time around. I tell you, you don't mess with those wind faeries lol. I really like Oya. It was fun writing her since she is a wind faerie and her moods can change at the drop of a hat. Did you guys like her, well what we saw of her? I'm also interested in if you guys have any guesses as to who the male voice was at the end? I'd love to hear your theories I just hope I'm not too obvious haha. P.S. just posted outift inspo for Oya on my tumblr click link below to see it. Anyways I hope you all enjoy today and for my American followers Happy Thanksgiving! Be sure to eat lots of yummy food! Thank you all again for sticking with me all this time! What will happen next? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out! Much love to you all!