Ch17. Fairy judgement

Faerah laid waste to the creatures with such ease, that Revan just looked at her, completely mesmerized.

On the other side of the town, Gorkas was also handling the giant creatures as if they were nothing but regular bandits.

Meanwhile, in the sky, the cloaked man looked at his ruin, angry.

"NO, NO, NO, NO! HOW DID THAT BITCH APPEAR HERE OUT OF NOWHERE?"

He turned to ashes again, and flew away with the wind.

But there was a creepy smile on his face, despite his loss and his cursing.

***

Faerah descended from the sky, in front of Revan, who couldn't get his eyes off of her.

Until he got his face slapped so hard, his head tilted backwards.

"Don't you know it's rude to keep staring at a woman?" She glared at him, while he looked at her again. "Much more one from the royalty! Now, where's Ruun?"

Revan stuttered, unsure of what to answer, but before he couldn't say anything, the Fjäri queen looked into his eyes, and Revan was completely unable to look back.

Her eyes shone in red, and after a few moments, she gagged.

"You disgusting piece of filth! I should've let you die in the tentacles of those creatures, just as your friends did!"

She turned away, and left, leaving Revan with his lips bobbing up and down, trying to say something, but unable to.

***

After some struggle, Gorkas was finally able to kill the last of the giant monsters, and heard some clapping behind him.

He turned around, and saw that many of the town's folk were there, looking at him.

A few of them were bloodied, wounded, but all of them shouted "HOORA!" towards him.

"Guys..." Gorkas didn't know what to do or what to say.

But he did know the right thing for that moment.

"You shouldn't be congratulating me for fulfilling my duty to this town... Because I failed you. I failed you, because I was the only one capable of dealing with those things..."

Everyone fell silent at Gorkas' words.

"I failed you, people, because I was sent here to do just one job... And I did this job wrong from the very beginning."

And he told about everything.

From when him and his once friends received the blessing of the Great Constellation, to when they died, finding out that Ruun was, in truth, not a villain, but the only person who stood between the Great Constellation, and the conquering of the continent.

However, they all started to throw questions at the hero.

"You're telling us that the man who terrorized us is what? A true hero?"

"And you expect us to believe that?"

"Who do you think we are?"

And then, instead of congratulate Gorkas, people began throwing things at him. From trash to rubble.

"YOU PROBABLY ARE BEING CONTROLLED BY HIM, AND HE TOLD YOU TO SPILL ALL THIS NONSENSE OVER US, RIGHT?"

But when the hubbub started to get louder, and the townsfolk were about to start a riot, they all heard a single clapping of hands.

A lonely ovation among the people, who looked at one another, trying to figure out who was disrupting the mood.

Faerah stood there, as the people distanced themselves from her.

The people from Aluria knew about the existence of the Fjäri, from the continent of Fäj, just as much as they knew about the elves of Osysa, the Orcs of Og'Ar, the Dwarves of Pantagorn.

But they never saw a fairy in person, with their own eyes, leaving their existences to the old tales.

But Faerah didn't pay attention to their murmuring, as they gave way to her.

She just kept walking and clapping, until she reached Gorkas.

"So this is the only hero who did his job right?" She looked at him from head to toe. "And you're telling 'them' that 'you' failed them? Oh, sweet child, if you only knew how much 'they' failed the one who matters most..."

One person among the crowd, who heard her and couldn't hold his tongue, shouted.

"AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TO COME HERE AGREEING WITH ALL THIS BULLSHIT?"

"SILENCE!" And as Faerah shouted, all people became deadly silent.

Not because they respected her, but because her words themselves carried magic.

And a single command from her, made everyone obey, even if they didn't want to.

"So pathetic, puny, frail little creatures... If you weren't ruled by Ruun, I would've already killed you ALL! ONE. BY. ONE!"

They all looked at her, eyes wide, fearing for their lives.

But one girl stepped forward, looking at Faerah in the eyes, almost as if the Fjäri queen had no effect on her.

"Have you ever thought that this kind of speech is actually what makes people think that you and Ruun are the villains?" The girl asked, raising a brow.

Faerah looked at her from head to toe, rolled her eyes in bored recognition, and retorted immediately.

"And what do you do about that?" She gestured to the whole town behind her. "The town suffers an attack, and what did you do, besides burying your nose in books, 'Theresa'?"

The girl's eyes went wide.

"How do you know me?"

"The same reason I'm here for." She shrugged, gesturing towards the town again. "It's not just your backyard, guys. THE WHOLE WORLD is in danger, and what do you do? You keep thinking of minor skirmishes, because you don't like one's behavior in this and that. GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!"

Even Theresa fell silent at the Fjäri queen's words.

"What? No talking back this time? Good, because instead of focusing on how you want the ones more powerful than you to talk to you, you should worry about the 'real' darkness that's about to descend on 'our' world!"

"So you already know about the Unnameable void?" She heard Ruun's voice behind her.

"Oh, Ruun, good thing you made it her, 'after' I dealt with those things!"

Ruun sighed and yawned, bored, tucked his hands on his pockets, and looked at Faerah.

"I owe you one, if that's what you wanted to hear. But I saw you dealing with them, and you seemed to be doing so fine... I didn't want to interrupt your fun."

She smiled at him, almost beaming with happiness.

"You tell them, or I do?"