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The Last Fairy (wingshadow and wolvenrogue)

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There stood a lonesome cage in the center of the room, bars reaching from floor to ceiling forming a wall of unbroken pillars except for the gate which stood facing the door. A few human figures, clothed in vibrant colors and frills stood around it silently as if waiting for the prisoner to speak. But they knew she had no desire to talk to them. That was not the reason why they had come.

The fairy at in the center of the square cage, her bare legs and feet curled under her with her arms propped up on either side of her. her wide brown wings flittered behind her, stirring up the specks of dust which drifted about the room. Slowly, she opened her wide eyes but did not look up at those around her. Instead, she seemed to care not wether they were there or not.

The shadows huddled in darkened corners of the room, the warm, dim, pulsing glow that issued from her skin radiating outward. Her head was calmly bowed toward the floor, her expressionless gaze staring off into the empty air. A stray strand of hair which rested upon her shoulder slid down and curled up against her cheek.

For many years, this was all that she had knowledge of concerning life. The distant songs of her mother who gave birth to her in this very cage were but a shadow of the world beyond the cold unforgiving walls. She had sung of flowers, trees, grass, and wide open spaces. She had told her of the sun, the stars, and the never-ending horizon. Most of all, however, she had told her about love, the love that they shared with each other most of all.

All that she felt in that lonesome cage, however, was pain, boredom, and despair. There was no love. There was no sky. There were no stars. For her, they were merely dreams, the dreams of a mere child in her youth. That was all she had to hold on to, to retain what little will she had left to live.
 
RE: The Last Angel (wingshadow and wolvenrogue)

Tim was the youngest son of the caretakers. The family ran the prison for the kingdom and were the only contact that the special prisoners housed there had with the outside world. There was no need of weapons, escape was impossible, and the the prisoners there had long since been subdued. Tim was just 14 years old and though he had heard about the special cage that housed a fairy, he had never been allowed to see her. He was curious, and one day quietly followed his uncle into the outer wall that surrounded her cage. He was quiet and said nothing, fearing he would be discovered, and made to leave. He hid in the shadows behind a column and waited for the others to leave.

About ten that night the outer hall was finally empty, and Tim waited quietly for his chance to see the wondrous creature he heard such rumors about. An eery light emanated from her cage, and he was anxious to see her, but was not prepared for what was to happen next. An eery song in a language he could not understand began to emanate from the cage. It was hypnotic and beautiful, and its deep sadness touched his heart. As he crept out from behind the pilar and approached the cage the fairy stopped its song, and Tim's heart grew even sadder.

"Please don't stop" he said "its beautiful". He did not know that the fairy could not understand him, but when she simply fell silent he couldn't help but try and communicate with her. " Please sing" he said and then began to sing a quiet lullaby his mother had once sung to him, hoping the fairy would sing again. He looked at her again and simply said, "Please?"
 
The fairy glanced in the young man's direction, not meeting his eyes nor returning even a fraction of the urgency in his voice. She merely heaved a sigh from her parted lips as she complied with his request. At first the words came slow and rhythmic. The mysterious tongue fell from her mouth with evident hesitance. As the song continued, it seemed to build up a strength of its own and formed into heavenly tones which resounded across the room and echoed into the hall. She seemed to throw her very soul into it, the slightest of tears running down her fair cheeks, possibly in confirmation of her belief that she would never live to see the world that her mother loved so dearly. She had never seen her mother cry, but sorrow was always within her own heart even when her eyes were dry.

As the song came to an end, she laid herself down on her side and closed her eyes, curling herself up on the floor of her cage as if expecting him to enter and punish her in some manner or approach her to some purpose. She shivered at his presence, fearing him as the room was empty at this time of night save the two of them...
 
As she lay down appearing to him to be ready to sleep Tim continued with his mother's lullaby singing sweetly and softly in the manor his mother would sing to him. Being somewhat afraid of her himself, and not possessing a key to the cage himself, he reached inside and gently, tentatively, covered her hand with his own, when she didn't jump or pull away, he gently rubbed her hand as sang. Seeing that it seemed to give the creature comfort he continued his singing for nearly an hour and when it looked as if she was asleep, he slowly softened his singing in the manner of his mother until he made no sound at all and then slowly withdrew his hand.

Even then he was fascinated with her. She was not some monster as so many of the other prisoners he had seen had been. She was gentle and a thing of beauty something to be admired and protected not caged. "What harm could she possibly do to anyone?" he thought to himself. as it was nearing morning and others would arrive soon, he snuck out of the outer room, and returned to his room. He promised himself he would return.

All that next day as he did his chores, he thought of her and that eery voice she had. The sadness of it piercing his young heart. He wondered if anyone else had heard her sing, and if they had, how could they be so cold as to keep her locked up. He longed to set her free, or at least to comfort her in some way. It seemed a terrible thing to him that such a beautiful creature was confined in such a place.
 
Tim's brother, Matthew, took notice of his younger brother's sudden change in attitude... For the moment, however, he merely took note of it, for he didn't have ample reason to take action. To him, it mattered not that she did not appear to be of any threat to humans. He was sure that his father had his own reasons for doing so, but that was not the reason why he supported him. There was something about her condition, her morose personality, that compelled his sadistic nature to rear its ugly head. He wanted her to say the way she was, alone and hopeless, as more than anything it gave him a sense of satisfaction that she would never refuse his advances, no matter what they would be. If her will were restored to her, in the very least she might put up some form of resistance. A slight smirk slid across his face as he passed his brother in the hall and headed down the stairwell toward the fairy's chamber.

She sat up in her cage, her large eyes looking upward as if making a silent prayer or supplication. She remained in silence, however, only the gentle beating of her wings stirring up the air about her. When she heard the door unlocking, the pins of the door pulling back to allow it to swing on its hinges, she merely paid it no heed. It didn't matter anyway, as the humans would do as they pleased. Matthew stepped inside and closed the door behind him, sliding the key into his pocket as he approached her cage. He placed his palm against the bars and whispered to her.

"Good morning, Angel," his words lacked even a hint or remorse, "Its me... You know what to do."

The fairy refused to make eye-contact, but reached around herself to unfasten the bindings on her dress. Matthew simply grinned and sat down outside to enjoy the specticle.

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(an hour later)

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Matthew re-locked the door as he left, feeling pleased with himself as he passed the key off to his father who stood outside the door.

"Matthew," his father spoke calmly, "I understand you have your own personal needs, but try to keep it a bit lower-key in the future. I have had to cover for you for the past few days and you are disrupting her morning bath and feeding schedule."

"Its no big deal," Matthew shrugged, "I'll work something out with my cousins. Besides, don't act all noble since you know you have used her as well since mother passed away. Some people might say even before she did-"

His father grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him against the wall, "I will not have you disrespect me so brazenly. What has gotten into you lately, son? Have you fallen for that-"

"Of course not," Matthew swatted his hands away, "She's nothing more than recreation for me."

"Then watch yourself," his father's gaze intensified slightly, "She is much more than she appears."

Matthew just shrugged off the comment and headed back down the hall, not taking his father's words to heart in the slightest.
 
Tim met his Father on his way to the fairy's chamber. "Father", he said " I'm 14 , I want to help with the fairy like my older brother, he started when he was 14 " he said. His father thought about it, he was right, the older brother had started at that age. "Alright" he said, come with me. You can help with her feeding and then I will give her a bath.

Tim followed his father into the outer room and carried the food that they provide the fairy. He noticed it was not as nice as what was on his plate each night. He took it to her anyway and watched as she ate. Then his father told him to go, that it was her bath time. He wanted to help, but his father was adamant. He turned and left he inner cage but at the last minute turned and hid in the shadows as he had the day before.
 
The fairy timidly ate what was presented to her, picking it up with her hands and placing it into her mouth in small amounts at a time. Her mouth carefully chewed the food before swallowing, as if she was taking pleasure in its taste as one of the few things she enjoyed about her life. She never once looked either of them in the eye, as they were dim with disinterest and perhaps even a hint of apathy toward them as humans.

When his father felt confident that his son had left, he reached over to the fairy and laid his hands on her shoulders. She offered no resistance at all as he then stripped her, tossing the clothes to the side of the cage before he set a bucket of water beside her. He reached in and grasped the sponge at the bottom of the bucket and began to rub it over her body, his eager eyes scanning her every curve. He paid special attention to not wet her wings, as they would be damaged by the soap, but otherwise his hands roamed her body without relent. One hand held the sponge, which actually did the work of cleaning, while the other rubbed her sides and breasts, pulling heat to her cheeks as she remained passive toward his actions. As he finished washing her upper body, he laid her down on her side and started to pay special attention to her womanhood, spreading it and cleaning it out carefully while the fairy struggled to contain her body's natural desire to moan.

"Matthew really needs to pay more attention to me... Its not like he will ever impregnate her, but even so," he turned his attention to her long thin legs and rubbed the sponge across them, "Its hard for me to admit that I wasn't much different from him at his age."

"You like that, don't you?" he teased her body a bit more, his own arousal growing while she lay before him, her breath already coming in short gasps, "I can tell when you like it."

The fairy looked over at him finally, a sense of sadness and fear hinting her features as she did so. She most certainly did not like his advances any more than his son's but did nothing to stop him from fulfilling his lust on her.
 
Tim watched , mouth open in awe at what his father was doing. His father had a look in his eyes he had never witnesses, it was hungry, and whicked, almost a sneer. The fairy, for her part, looked paniced, and completely unhappy about what was happeneing to her. It made tim cry, to see her like that, tears streaked down his face. It made him burn with anger for his father , and brother. He vowed to himself, that one way or the other, he would right this wrong, and free her from her captivity.

He looked around the room for another way out, some way that they could escape together, but he saw none. There was only the main door, and that required the key. He needed to make a copy. As his father left, Tim crept out behind him and followed him home. His father hung the key on a hook and went to bed for the night.
 
He refused to actually sleep with the fairy, instead simply teasing and enjoying her soft body with his hands until he grew tired of it. As his father stepped out of the cage and fastened his clothes around his shoulders, he locked the doors behind him and placed the key on a peg before heading to bed. He had a rather satisfied gleam in his eye as he slipped under the covers, unaware of his younger son's plans to betray him. Matthew, moreover, was heading down to the fairy's cage himself.

The fairy, meanwhile, sat still unclothed in her cage with a look of shame and sorrow on her face as she stared blankly at the wall beyond her cage's bars. She would often dress herself again following these regular assaults on her body, but it seemed that she was feeling particularly helpless and somewhat apathetic, realizing that there was nothing she could do to stop them and that the cycle was likely to continue, passing her from father to son until she finally expired from old age. For whatever reason, the fairy herself did not seem to age at all, perhaps due to their extremely long lifespan but perhaps due to something else as well... Only time could tell.
 
Tim followed his father to the house and hid out side the kitchen door. he watched as his father hung the key on a hook high up on the wall. When his father went into the bedroom, he snuck in and using a chair, stole the key. He took it outside and pressed it into the mud to make an impression of it. then he took it and hung it back on the wall. The next day he took his mud impression and payed the blacksmith to cast him a key. He told the blacksmith it was for his bird cage. The next night very late, when everyone was sleeping he went to the fairy, and opened her cage. "Will you come with me ?" he asked her. I will take you to see the sun in the morning! Its glorius!"
 
It was a rather cold night, and his father had granted the simple courtesy of giving her a blanket to wrap around herself. The stale air around her offered little in terms of sympathy, while the ever-present silence declared how truly alone she was in that cage, the lateness of the our dictating that all but nocturnal beings should be within the grips of slumber. Not her, however, as on nights such as this the fairy would flap her large wings around herself, as if trying to bring warmth from her exertion, while the blanket was wrapped around her legs. Her eyes turned toward the groaning lock to her room not expecting a visitor at such an hour.

The fairy looked up at him as he opened the cage, her wide eyes turning away from him and down toward the floor of her cage. She did not understand what he meant by his words, but she thought that he was merely making the usual sorts of demands. Letting the blanket drop from around herself she laid on her side as if to give him a better view of herself and closed her eyes, wings still flapping slowly. She had never actually be outside the cage, so of course his words were foreign to her, as she had not put the effort into learning the language at all.
 
"Come out! please!" he took her hand and gently tugged on it trying to get her to rise. "I want to set you free!" he said. He didn't understand why the fairy was not anxious to leave. He pleaded with her trying to get her to understand. "we need to hurry, before someone else comes!" Tim heard foot steps and knew it was too late. He relocked the cage and hurried away.

As he slept that night he dreamed of the fairy and what he had seen. He wanted so badly to save her. He kept the key close to his heart,
 
The fairy watched him leave, a confused look on her face as he scrambled from the room. She had never seen someone have such a strong desire for her to act on something, deciding to put a bit more effort into understanding him if he would return in the future. The next morning she thought things would just proceed as usual and that the boy would not return until late at night. However, the father asked Tim to assist him in washing and feeding the fairy, deciding to watch his reactions carefully as he led him to the cage and unlocked the door. He handed his son the bucket filled with soapy water and with a sponge at the bottom.

"Go ahead, just wash her as you would give a sponge bath to any other woman," he told him, "and be sure to... Stimulate her body to get her blood flowing."
 
Tim's hands trembled as he reached for the sponge. He had never beenclose to a naked woman before much less a fairy. He tooke th sponge and began gently. he saw the look in his fathers eyes as he did so. He'd seen it before, and he didn't like it. He did his best to e gentle and kind knowing he had no choice in what he was doing . His face showed nothing but regret as he looked in the fairies eys and mouthed "I'm sorry" hoping his father would not notice. He washed her most intimate parts as he was told to trying not to invade her privacy, but knowing his father expected that she stimulate her.
When the washing was done, the cage was closed and the two left.

The older brother returned that afternoon to perpetuate his usual pattern of abuse.

It was late that evening however, when all should have long been asleep when the door to room opened and Tim walked in and placed his key in the locked cage. He opened the cage and extended his hand. motioning the fairy to come out with him. This time he did not touch her but beconned her come with him using the motions of his hand and facial expressions.

Tim waited, hoping he could convince her to step out of the cage.
 
The fairy stood and stepped with unsure footing toward him, stopping at the edge of the cage for a moment and looking up at him, her eyes filled with worry. She didn't know what he intended to do with her once she was outside the cage, but she reasoned that it would be better than suffering punishment for disobedience. She timidly walked through the cage door and stood beside him, her wings slowly stirring up the air around them as she tilted her head to the side slightly, as if asking him what he wished from her.
 
Tim smiled broadly and took her by the hand and slowly led her out of the room and down a long dark hallway, then through a heavy door and outside. It was a beautiful warm clear night, the coutyard lit by a full moon, having risen in the east. He led her along the stone wall to gate which he opened with his key and the out into the surrounding woods. He locked the gate and then they started off into the woods, which wer alive with the sounds of small animals and deer. They walked along a narrow path worrn into the forest floor by the deer. He wanted to get as far away as he could before morning. He knew that by morning, the fairy would be missed and they would begin to track them.

As the first faint signs of dawn began to show, the came to a small creek. Time walked her down and into the warm water so that they might throw off the dogs. They followed creek about a mile and then as dawn was breaking got out and continued south. They came to a large banyon tree which Tim began to climb, and then beckoned the fairy to follow. He sat on a large limb high off the ground, and motioned to her as he had before.
 
The fairy didn't seem particularly concerned about why he was taking her outside, but rather she was eagerly taking in all the different sights and sounds around her. Everything was new and strange to her, from the babbling of the creek to the whistling of the wind and the calls of the wild animals. Her feet skipped along the path as they traveled, her wings starting to flutter about in a joyful manner and her inner glow began to grow in intensity. Her hands reached out toward the branches and touched the dew which collected on the leaves, bringing it to her lips and tasting the moisture. A smile graced her lips for what might have been the first time in many years and she looked down at the young man with a tender expression.

On they ran, however, until Tim came to the tree. She reached her hand up and grasped his, her wings fluttering and lifting herself up off the ground to sit beside him on the branch. She turned her head to the side slightly and smiled once again, laying her hand on her chest.

"Hanabi," she said clearly, pointing to herself.
 
Tim mimiced her gesture and said "Tim" then repeated himself "Tim". He made the gesture for sleeping and the laid down on the branch and patted his hip inviting her to lay on his hip and rest. They needed to rest andin the tree they would be safe. he knew that when evening came they would have to run again.
 
Hanabi obliged, laying her head down softly on his hip and folding her hands together before going to sleep. She was very light, and her head hardly even felt like he had anything resting on him at all. She slept soundly, hardly moving at all except for a few times when her wings stirred as if by habit. If she had learned anything during her life it was to be able to sleep in a variety of uncomfortable positions.
 
They woke in late afternoon. Tim climbed down from the tree. and looked around, foraging for food. he found some berries, and apples, as well as mint leaves. Looking further he fond pine cones and shoo out their tasty nuts. he motoned for the fairie to come down and share the meal.

The sun would soon be setting and they would need to keep moving so as not to be caught by his father and the rest of the guards. Losing the fairy, would not be good for them. Tim was not concerned though, he knew the woods well and all of its hiding places.
 
Hanabi fluttered down from her perch and sat down to join him. She picked up one of the apples and looked it over, unsure how to eat it as she had eaten some of the others before.
 
Seeing her puzzled look, Tim picked up an apple and bit into it with a crunch and a smile as Hanabi watched. Then he took some pine nuts and mint and ate it together. The sound of the forest were all around them , the singing birds, crickets, and tree frogs making a symphony.
 
Hanabi smiled and copied his actions, her wings fluttering happily behind her as she started to understand that he was merely enjoying being with her rather than trying to get anything from her. She watched him eat, a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she began to wonder why he acted different from the others. Humans never seemed to actually care about her. No, they seemed to only care about themselves and merely sought to take what little that she had from her: her dignity, her peace of mind, her enjoyment of the simple things. Yet, even with all of these wonderful and strange things surrounding her, which she could only wonder if they corresponded to her mother's songs, she found this young man to be the most interesting and strange.
 
Tim loved the fairy, she was joyful and happy and good, and she smiled in a way that Tim had not seen since his mother's death. he had a wonderment in her eyes that made her different than the human girls he had seen. For her, everything seemed to be an adventure, in Tim's eyes. For a while, he actually forgot that they were still most likely being pursued and were in danger.
 
Hanabi reached out and touched Tim's hand with her own, the soft warmth of her skin spread across his palm as she studied it, as if wondering if he were actually the same as the other humans. She then suddenly stood up and turned backward toward the woods, the distant sound of barking reaching her ears. Still holding Tim's hand she pulled him to herself, wrapping her arms and legs around him before her wings began to flutter rapidly, trying to pick both of them up off the ground. For a time, she didn't seem able to do so, but with some additional effort put into it she managed to pull the both of them up into the air about three feet before speeding off.

They were merely hovering, but it would be enough to keep them from leaving their scent on the ground in the very least. Eventually, the had somehow managed to throw off the dogs and the fairy dropped down in what appeared to be an open field, utterly exhausted from the strain of carrying both herself and Tim on her relatively unused wings. She laid down on her side and let Tim go, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. She was much too fatigued to pay much attention to the beauty all around them, the brilliant blossoms gleamed in the afternoon sun like thousands of colorful gems.

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"How could we loose them again?!" Matthew kicked a stone in frustration, his father also seemingly at great dismay at their failure thus far. They had found their little camp that they had sat at just half an hour earlier, but they seemed to have simply vanished into thin air, the dogs unable to pick up their trail from here.

"Don't worry, they can't stay hidden forever," his father replied soothingly, but Matthew was not convinced.

"He wants her all to his own damn self, I know it!"
 
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