Here's a little story, a slash one-shot, about some faeries. I always liked the idea and eventually finished writing it (at last!).

Enjoy!

Forbidden

That is what they whispered to me when I asked of my brother. “Forbidden!” they hissed then ignored me for a while. They wouldn’t tell me why he’d gone, or where. I lived in a life of secrets, vida del secreto.

I was a prince, the prince of the faeries, a crown prince too when my brother disappeared and they wouldn’t tell me. I always asked about him. But still they refused to tell me. I remembered little of him because I was just a little boy then. A little boy who knew nothing it seemed. At the age of three with him being fifteen, I don’t suspect they expected me to know much at all, let alone remember him for so long. But, I ruined their little ideas, I stomped on them.

You see, how could I forget? How could I forget the young man with the laughing blue eyes who made me laugh for the first time? How could I forget the young man with the messy shortish white blonde hair that whipped around in the wind identical to my own when he taught me to fly with my silvery blue gossamer-like wings identical to his own? How could I forget the young man who showed me the moon and the constellations on those hot summer nights when we lay on the grass beneath the stars his fair skin similar to the moon’s pearly colour just like my own? How could I forget him? How could I forget my own brother? How could I forget my hero: kind, loving, tender, funny, calm and gentle Rozar? They wished I could, but I couldn’t and wouldn’t.

I was in the wing of our summer palace a year ago, where he used to live, where his rooms were. At the time I was fourteen. If I got caught there I’d be for it. They never wanted me to even say his name. But I had to know what happened. I had to.

I walked to the very end and saw his door. It was slightly ajar and I pushed it gently open. Inside what I saw shocked me. It was as though it had been caught in time. I think it was spelled. Someone could do it if they tried. There had been a fight, any fool could see. The elegant unbreakable crystal chairs were knocked over and there was faerie blood on the floor. Just a stain, but it was still there. I seemed to glare out at me, its silvery sheen catching the refracted rainbows of light that came through the lake water then through the glass windows of the room. What if it had been Rozar? It made me feel sick.

I wandered through the room and saw the torn bedcovers. The blue silk was ripped and bloody. I gagged at the sight. There were clothes neatly folded at the end of the bed. Two sets of clothes in fact. They seemingly hadn’t been touched. Someone was with Rozar here. I didn’t dare touch the clothes to see them more closely but to my utter surprise, they were red and black. They are the colours of the fire faeries. We are water faeries thus they are our sworn enemies. Rozar had been here with an enemy? Why?

I went to by his bed and saw a drawer there. I don’t know why, but I was desperate to see what was in that drawer. I knew it was important. I crouched down before it and looked carefully at the lock. It was enchanted. I wouldn’t open unless he had chosen to let you. I thought it was worth a try anyway and tugged at the handle. It opened. I didn’t stop to wonder why and scooped out the few possessions in there. I sat down on the floor and put them in my lap.

There was a letter. It was folded neatly and said, it said my name on it. It was written in an elegant cursive scrawl that seemed to fit what I remembered of my big brother. I opened it carefully and read this;

Dear Aletear,

Hey Ally, I’m glad you found this. This letter is from me, Rozar, big Zar. I hope you haven’t forgotten me. You promised you wouldn’t you know. Only you could possibly open the drawer by the way, so I know this letter is and was safe. The question was whether or not you’d ever manage to get near my room you see.

I have had to write this in a hurry Ally, they’re coming for me you see, for me and for Quemar. I wish you could have met him. He’s great. I call him Emmi by the way. He is with me as I write this and says he wishes he had met you before we had to go away.

I’m not going to run away from them Ally. They’re going to kill me and him, but we will not be scared. We may fly just to show that we can and so we can do it one last time. I want you to know what happens to me. I doubt they’ll tell you, at least not the truth anyway. Put on my necklace Ally. It was enchanted to return to the letter when I died. If it is not there, then I am alive. It will show you everything you need to know little guy. I wish there was nothing to tell though.

I wish I could have seen you grow up too and I am so sorry that I have left you all alone with that lot. You’re probably about my age now I expect. I am sorry, I say that again. All my love for now and all eternity little Ally,

Rozar, xxx (+Emmi)

I sat there and looked underneath the letter. His necklace sat there, so innocent and beautiful. I could not help but cry. So he was dead. I knew that certainly then. I did as he bid and slipped the necklace around my neck. The diamond full of water and vapour on the thin silver faerie metal chain began to glow and I found myself being told a real life story by one who saw and knew all and seeing it as I went along…

His name meant Skim in the fair language, for as he could fly sooner than he could, unlike every other before him, walk or even crawl, and when he did, he had the beauty and grace of a dragonfly hovering and skimming over the Lake within days. He skimmed the water. He was magnificent.

When out flying one evening, admiring the stars as he was so fond of doing, his wings glinting in the moonlight like flickering silver, he attempted to help a moth to get out of a spider’s web. It should not have been there. The spiders knew that the butterflies, dragonflies and moths were not allowed to be eaten, as was true with the faeries. ‘No eating pretty things with wings’ was the motto. As he freed the moth, it was so flustered and frightened that it knocked the fourteen year old prince into the web himself and he was stuck fast.

He himself was frightened and struggled, tossing his pretty blonde head about trying to break free. He groaned with frustration and eventually, aware of the danger, yet even more so of his predicament, he yelled for help.

Into his view flies a young man who seems about his age with sun browned skin and warm brown eyes and messy shortish black hair. He, like Rozar, wears a crown upon his head. He is a prince of faeries like Rozar and is in fact the fair haired boy’s mortal enemy, at least, so he is told.

The boy grins at Rozar and says;

“So, you’re the fabled prince Rozar? Nice to meet you. Mind if I call you Zar? Good. So, Zar, I’m prince Quemar. Call me Emmi.” Zar, as Emmi had called him, was rather desperate and realised that Emmi might be his only was out.

“Listen, it’s nice to meet you and so on too and, well, erm, could you get me out of this thing? Please?” Emmi laughed and did so then they talked for a while, realising, with a jolt I might add, that they were very similar and neither had a clue why they were supposed to be enemies.

As the lights of dawn begin to break through, both realise that they should be going back, or their people would worry. Or rather, Zar’s advisors would worry and Emmi’s parents would worry. Emmi turns to Zar before he goes.

“I’ll see you again soon” he says.

“You will?” replies Zar, surprised, “Even if not, I thank you.”

“Yeah, well, it was my pleasure; however, I do want something from you as a reward…” Emmi says slyly, a cheeky grin on his rather handsome face, at least Zar thinks it handsome at any rate.

“What would that be?” asks Zar, an amused smile on his, what Emmi thinks to be, beautiful face.

“This” mutters Emmi as he presses his lips hard against Zar’s.

Zar looks surprised but kisses the other young prince back. Their harmless, or rather not so, kisses escalate into far more, becoming passionate and wanting. Both boys find themselves breathless and wishing they had the time to do more. Both their hearts beat fast and both know it’s not simple attraction.

When a faerie is kissed by the one they are meant to be with, they take a little of each other’s soul. The two boys feel the exchange and know what has happened. Neither boy cares. They are content with the idea, they are already in love. Faeries fall in love very fast you see.

The two boys leave each other with a gentle kiss and a promise to meet again the next night. They do so. In fact, they meet every night, ignoring the danger that both of them face if anybody finds out. Not only are they both male, which is not accepted in their societies and people like them are usually banished, but they are also both crown princes and supposed to be sworn enemies.

This idea of meeting at night continues for months and eventually, they figure out ways to see each other even more and sneak each other into their palaces and sit together for hours in their bedrooms, talking, dreaming and being in love. They keep their secret for a year and a half, then, they get caught. It’s the littlest mistake, but it costs them their love and their lives.

They are lying back on Zar’s bed, heads close to each other, black hair and golden hair, talking quietly as Zar writes the letter to Ally, holding each other close. Zar’s advisors are heading straight for his room though and Zar has not locked the door.

He can sense they are coming, but he thinks he has more time, he thinks he’s locked the door. They’d only found out about Zar and Emmi because a guard had seen them kissing in the forest. Zar and Emmi had trapped him in a web, but he is back now, after a two days, he is back, and they all know.

They burst into the room, faces instantly angry and disgusted. Two of the strongest haul the boys to their feet, dragging them up by their hair. Both boys fight like demons and do not stay still for a moment. Emmi only refrains from struggling when they hold a knife to Zar’s throat, pressing enough that silver blood wells up in a thin line.

Zar says softly, tears in his eyes;

“This is the way it’s supposed to be, don’t worry about me. Fight, never stop” With theses words, he thrashes like a wild thing and frees himself of the arms restraining him, going straight towards Emmi who breaks free of his own guards. The boys embrace in the middle, their lips meeting in a kiss more perfect than anything.

The head advisor sends a bolt of magic straight at his prince, striking Zar in the back of his head. Zar’s body jolts for a moment then he slumps in Emmi’s arms. Emmi glares at the advisors, eyes burning with pain and anger. His actions appear torn between crying and killing everyone in sight.

Instead he takes the dagger of his family from the side where it was with his clothes. The advisors step back slightly, wary of the furious, now armed, enemy prince. Emmi doesn’t do what they expect however; he sinks down to his knees, holding Zar’s limp body gently in his arms and kissing his cold forehead, then he cuts his own throat with one quick slash. His body slumps to the ground, silver blood spilling onto the floor.

That blood is never meant to have been spilt, let alone for something so selfless and sad as love. The bodies of Zar and Emmi begin to fade to a shadowy glimmer of something beyond what can be understood. They rise to their feet and stand, holding each other close. The advisors are shocked.

“True love is not meant to be destroyed. What have we done?” whispers one.

“Sacrifice should never be so great that a royal blade should be used for a prince to take his own life. What do we do?” says another.

The ethereal souls of the two princes turn to the advisors.

“We’ll not go, not yet. We’ll wait until Ally finds us and sets us free” says Zar. Then both boys, hand in hand, fly straight through the glass of the window right out into the water of the lake where they stand calm and entwined on a tall stone, Zar resting his head gently on Emmi’s chest, both pairs of eyes closed as though in sleep.

Before the eyes of the advisors, both boys turn to white marble and a statue is left, perfect right down to the strands of hair around their faces and the eyelashes gently resting on their cheeks and the soft smiles on both faces.

The advisors leave the room in a hurry and have the wing closed off. They stand together and make a vow never to let Aletear find out about his brother, lest he should become so ill in his head or help his brother. They glanced at the sleeping toddler in his cot, looking just like his brother had been once. They would never let him know, never…

Ally sat, tears running down his cheeks. Zar had been in love and they’d punished him for that. How could they? Love was love however you looked at it. The advisors were narrow minded idiots. But was it real?

He scrambled to his feet and went to the window and looked out, catching sight of a stone. He is gaze travelled up it and he caught sight of the statue. His breath caught in his throat. There was his brother, leaning frozen against Emmi.

He was angry that they were forced into such a harsh predicament and a bolt of raging magic flew from him through the glass, not shattering it, and hitting the statue. The statue, however, did smash, into smithereens. But then Ally saw it.

Through the cloudy, dusty water, he could see two figures stretching and moving themselves apart from a very long embrace. They turned to him and Ally saw a brother he thought lost for good. The necklace around his neck flashed and reappeared around his brother’s as he and Emmi flew straight towards him, gliding straight through the glass unharmed.

Ally cried with happiness as his big brother enfolded him in his arms, ruffling his hair gently. “I’ve missed you so much Zar” he mumbled. Zar laughed.

“I’ve missed you too Ally.” They simply held each other tight for a while more, and then Emmi introduced himself, all confidence, smiles and warmth. Ally knew they would get on well from the moment they began to talk.

The three then decided to take back what now belonged to Zar by birthright - his kingdom. They walked through silent passageways only Zar knew of and went then through the doors of the assembly hall, stopping in the middle, in front of the entire court.

“Missed us?” asked Zar with a grin to the advisors who sat dumbstruck, then looked around at all his courtiers, amused. “I think I’d like my crown and my seat back” he stated, gesturing at the seat the head advisor sat in and the crown on his head.

The man rushed forward, clumsily placing the crown on Zar’s head and leading him to the throne. Emmi and Ally were brought chairs too, then there was silence.

A young female courtier pushed through people and came to stand before Zar.

“Is it really you?” she asked him, softly. Zar grinned.

“Of course it is Bibby, like I they could keep me from my destiny.” The girl laughed, on hearing the familiar voice and the nickname he had given her. They had been close friends as children. At her laughter, the courtiers erupted into happy cries and the message spread around the palace like wildfire while Zar and Emmi caught up on the years that they had missed.

“You,” Zar said later on, pointing to the advisors, “Are banished” he smiled as the men, accepting their fates bowed to him and left. He leant over and kissed Emmi hard on the mouth with a kiss the other Prince returned gladly. Many people gasped.

Zar couldn’t have cared less, neither could Emmi, but it was neither of the two crown princes that spoke, it was Ally. He rose to his feet and looked out over the court.

“It is love. Don’t question that, surely even all of you can see it. It shines in their eyes and their smiles. What does it matter who they are? Do not be surprised at their actions, understand only that it is love that binds them, true love. Will you accept them on these grounds?” The courtiers simply smiled and knelt before their rulers who, they saw, had something precious and worthwhile to have, and who were no worse for it, maybe even better. They also bowed before their prince, for he understood what they had not, and had wisdom beyond his years.

Many cried that day, for when it is witnessed by your own eyes, there is little more you can do but let emotion run free, it, of course, being true love, that will last forever.

Ok, this is very silly and ends far too well, but, hell, I liked it. I hope you liked it and I'll love you forever if you review my little story now you've read it!

Luv, I-B-Y-F, xxx