We stood before the entrance to the realm of the faeries, and I could feel the magic emanating from it. The entrance was a beautiful garden filled with flowers that shone like stars and trees that glittered like diamonds.
Ariana took my hand, and we stepped through the entrance. The garden gave way to a beautiful city filled with faeries of all shapes and sizes. Some had wings like butterflies, while others had wings like birds. Some had hair that flowed like the wind, while others had hair that shone like the sun.
We walked through the city, marveling at the beauty around us. But as we walked, I began to feel a sense of unease. Something was not right.
Ariana seemed to sense my unease. What is it? she asked.
I am not sure, I said. But something feels off.
Ariana nodded. I sense it too, she said. Let us be careful.
We continued on, and soon we came to a great palace made of crystal. The Scepter of Light was held in a place of honor inside.
But as we approached, a figure stepped out of the shadows. A faerie queen with wings like a butterfly and hair that flowed like the wind.
Welcome, God of Death, she said. I have been expecting you.
Who are you? I asked, feeling a sense of unease.
I am the Queen of the Faeries, she said. And I will not let you have the Scepter of Light.
Why not? I asked, feeling a sense of determination. We need it to save the world.
The Queen smiled. I know what you seek, she said. But I also know what you do not seek. You do not seek to save the world. You seek to control it.
I felt a surge of anger. How dare you, I said. I am the God of Death. I would never seek to control the world.
The Queen laughed. We shall see about that, she said.