Frindle's Rising Chapter 3

When Frindle ruled, she had many feelings of torture, but her heart was still burning for the kin who shall have the touch that she seeks. However, while she has to work, controlling the people that despises her, the dark heart is now starting to open for more...

    “So what shall we do with this annoying pest? Burn him at the stake? Get the guards to brutally beat him? Or execution if you feel bloody?” A small, lanky fey guard asked the mighty Frindle.

    The ideas swam in her head like water, but she just crossed her knees in her white gown and looked down with disgust. She snickered below her at an old man with wrinkles that went over his eyes, but he still tried to give her the innocient puppy dog look to her. She, however, saw no simpathy as she ordered, "Take him to the dungen. I'll deal with him later once the punishment comes to mind."

     With a swift of her hand, two guards came up and dragged him out. The man then screamed, pleading to be released: "No! I won't make it! I won't make~"

      Two large doors slammed shut as they left out of the room. Frindle groaned as she moved to a different position in her seating. She at first looked down and made a low bow of her head. 

Killing fey just doesn't feel the same anymore. It makes the world feel...empty. 

                She then looked up to the ceiling; seeing the parlor designs of leafy greens, animals and plants that sprouted in the masterpiece. Everything in the ceiling was perfectly detailed and back in the time before Frindle, it was suppose to represent the happiness in the people of fey. As she stared at it, her eyes turned a little happy at the sight, but was quickly clouded as the evil boiled in the blood again. 

             "I'll have to change that later." She noted to herself. 


             The small guard from before came back into the dark protruding room, this time with a young boy. His hair was silver white and he stared at the ground with his pale grey eyes. Frindle examined the young boy for sometime; almost amused with his appearance. The guard ruined her thoughts as he told her coldly, "This boy has no name, no family, and no home, but he still thought it was okay to throw rocks at your statue mistress..."

             "Silence you innocent fool! Are you blind to think that I'm not paying attention. I swear you are a waste of Lyfe's creation!" Frindle shouted to the guard who shrank down in his place.

              The guard almost cried, but still tried to hold firm as Frindle changed her tone and looked at the young boy who was quiet all this time. She lifted her arms and suddenly, beside her was two bat-like wings. She stood up from her golden throne that she sat for the past years. Her feet made creaking sounds and a giant snap that even phase Frindle the slightest. The boy finally took a small, secretive look to Frindle; still keeping his head low.


               He saw many stairs that were covered with a red carpet that had yellow golden trimming. The glass windows that hovered next to the vast throne were tinted black. She snapped her fingers and fire sparked in the palm of her hands. She made the fire spread across the dark room, making the candles that hung high in their chandlers that were attached to the ceiling. The candles mystically shined as the fire danced on top of the wax that will never melt. The new, now brightly lit-room, revealed how vastly large the room was including the throne in the eerie glow of candle light. It showed how detailed the throne was from the arm rests golden decorations to the long red carpet, which had tiny details that the human eyes can never see. The decorations of fey that swarmed around the head of the throne even seemed to become alive again. Frindle's eyes soon adjusted to the light that seemed ages she had seen it.

      She took her bare feet that seemed so swollen compared to the rest of her thin body and went down the dozens of stairs. The room was quiet as she took every step; besides the fire that made flickering noises. The boy's heart raced while Frindle's heart slowed like if it was going to give out anytime soon. The guard was backing away into his now lit corner as he knew what was going to become of the poor boy. When Frindle was at the last step, she looked down at the boy with her fiery violet eyes that glowed with a tint of red. She wore two black gloves and slowly took them off. She threw them to each side of the boy exactly on the same line. She went on one of her knobby knees and stroked the boy's hair. The boy twitched violently, but Frindle softly said, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Do you have a name young child?"


        The boy shook his head and still quivered like a puppy who knew he was going to kicked. Frindle stopped stroking and put her hand down, "You have no name? Such pity..."


         The guard gasped in shock, making the nameless fey boy and Frindle turn their hands. "Get out of here!" Frindle ordered.


          The guard happily obligeded to leave and the two grand doors made a loud horrendous noise that echoed in the room. It made them silent for a while as they listened for the echoing to die away. Frindle turned when she thought it was the appropriate time and sat on the stairstep. She patted a seat next to her.


          "Come, sit." She said in the unusual nice tone.


           The boy did what she asked and still was looking down. He put his hands between his knees and lowered his head.


            The boy asked in a shy tone, "A-Are you going to k-kill me?"


            Frindle looked horrerfied at this question; like if it was a request. 

             "No! Why would I? You seem a very good-looking fey out of all the ugly and tremendous fey in all of Frindle Land. Why would I kill you... It would seem wrong."


              "But you slaughtered all of the other fey." He pointed out and turned one eyes to her, "So why don't you want to kill me?"


               Frindle suddenly backed away and was now on her feet. She looked at the boy and took a hand out, "Please... Please stay with me. I won't hurt you like any of the others."


              "You promise?" The boy asked, now standing.


               Frindle nodded and took both of his hands, her right grabbing his left and her left grabbing his right. She then looked to the boy in his pale, curious eyes. "Shall you want to do the Strict Vow of Bond?"


                The boy nodded, "Yes, but on one condition. If you shall hurt any fey with the touch of metal, your kin in the future shall come back and take thou's place."


               Frindle nodded, with her eyes wide with the idea of the kin coming back and will rule more with the iron power she greedily wanted to live on. She closed here eyes and bent her head upward and out of her lips, a harsh tone came:

Fear the wood

Fear the fire

Feed on the dust of the world,

                        As she said this, the winds in the room started to rush around. Her left arm growing a glow inside.

And things shall get brighter.

Obey the rules of the bond,

                    The glowing shot through her veins, bringing pain to Frindle's body as it zipped around in the boy's; making him grunt a little from the pain and was shot back into her right arm.

Or the consequence shall haunt for days.

Let the pain never rest between the two fey,

Or they both shall die in vein.

                Then the light inside the right arm went inside the boy's body again and as it went back to Frindle's body, it stopped at the mid-section of where the young boy and Frindle's hands linked.  Frindle opened her eyes and took a step closer; putting the hands to her chest.

                 "For my promise now. I want you to stay here and for you to become my child. I shall give you name that belonged to my father and my father's father: Ericolyn. Shall you take the names, the powers of both will be granted to you if I fail to succeed your request."


Now the bond has been completed!
Away with thee!

            Then the glowing grew like if it was getting inflated with an unknown air source, was shattered into golden dust and rained down below their feet. Frindle started at the boy who showed no feelings towards her. She tucked him under her arm and led him out of the room with her other arm out stretched, "Welcome to your new home, Colyn."

To be continued...