The King's Delight

“Kaleb was asking again, about Odin’s Well.”
 
“What did you tell him?” a small woman with large purplish-translucent wings inquired.
 
“I told him they’ve begun to sing the songs.”
 
“That’s not really an answer,” the sprite with the extra-large emerald eyes and the pouty lips said.  Though she didn’t really sound as if she were scolding the large, well-framed man.
 
“Do you know why they still speak the old tongue?” he asked, in such a soft voice you’d think he’d never a day in his life been mad.
 
“Only the old tongue carries the scars, of what used to be.”
 
The large man with the kind smile looked down at his pixie friend, though he’d never think to actually look down upon her. 
 
No… he’d walked these roads far too long, and far too many times to ever think the less of any of his companions now.
 
Tho… Allistar was slight, and had such a peaceful way about her, you’d almost swear she was almost a wisp of air, a spec of light, come to dance in the shadows of our world for a time.
 
“Kaleb will take us to war.”
 
“I know,” she told him, at the same time her folded wings gave a shiver, sending a shimmer of light out across the opalescent sea they were standing next to.
 
“We could put it off,” the man said, as he wrung his hands, and then looked once more out upon a thrashing waves.
 
“But they will only grow more powerful,” the man who had lived more than a four-hundred-thousand lives remarked truthfully.
 
“Humans are like that,” the pixie said with a degree of disgust, mixed with an almost nostalgic revere.
 
“Still miss your flapper days, eh?” the King of the Fae asked of his life-long friend.
 
“That was one of the best assignments I ever received, I will admit,” the pixie remarked with quite a devilish grin.
 
“Your hair was darker then, if I remember correctly,” the man who wore time like a cloak said, with such a delightful chuckle you really would want to melt into his arms, if only you dared.
 
“Didn’t that Hitler fella ruin everything?” she asked him with a sigh, and a small shake to her curl-covered head.
 
“You don’t think Kaleb…” the giant of a man began, but then let his eyes finish.
 
His lips though… danced in such a way you’d think he was silently calculating the odds of such a thing.
 
“No.  But even a warming fire takes a match,” his tiny friend said, just before she kissed his hand and flittered off to see how the refuges were coming.
 
“No one would fault you, for closing the well.  Not after what happened last time,” a thin figure who had remained at his side said.
 
The King of the Fae, a man who had gone by more names than he could ever recall, stood facing the West, and the setting sun, thinking for a very long time.
 
And then the man who had never asked to be King simply said, “We have asked for change, and so it is change we must accept”.
 
“How long ago did their probe land?” the King inquired of his second in command, a very angry looking elf named Zetian.
 
“Two hours ago, our time.  Two months their time.”
 
“They’ll send more now,” the King said without any emotion, though it danced in his eyes as the two moons overhead cast their glow in his icy pupils.
 
“Yes,” Zetian said.  “They will.  It is their way.”
 
The humans had tried sending probes before, but always they had been destroyed in transit, or the fae had destroyed them before they’d had a chance to respond.  But human technology had finally caught up with the magic of what they called ‘Planet X’.
 
“If they understand the time dilation, they will be able to breach the barrier,” Zetian said, as if the King didn’t already know.
 
But the King only nodded and agreed, because he’d come to know by long years of working by the elf’s side, roughing her ego would only hamper her brutal effectiveness.
 
“Kaleb wants to use lethal force,” Zetian reminded her Captain, her King, a man she’d lay down her life for, without a second thought.
 
Just then a loud explosion rocked them both backwards on their feet.
 
“A time bomb?” the King inquired, though it was more a declaration of rage than a question.  Because both knew immediately what had happened, by the way the sea spray had frozen mid-air and then had fallen straight down a half-tick later. 
 
As if gravity had reached up and grabbed ahold of it.
 
“Are they through?” the King of the Fae barked at his men, as they began to land all around him in great droves.  “Kaleb has sealed the well,” a woman with smokey grey eyes and long black hair informed him, just as her golden tipped wings alighted her onto the ground next to him.
 
“What?!” the hulking fairy demanded, as his own wings bristled behind him.  Sharp, sharper than the most finely crafted swords, the King’s wings were made of an alloy that could only be found on Terceira, the world the humans called Planet X.
 
It an alloy that could withstand the hottest of temperatures, even contact with the surface of the sun.
 
“I told him not to,” he growled, showing a bit of his large canines in the process.
 
“Zetian, go untie your pet… we have some hunting to do.”
 
The tall, slender elf with the large pointed ears and the diamond crusted knives, smiled a limp, yet coy smile that was packed with implications the King didn’t really understand, and then she was gone, running faster than most of the fairies could fly.
 
“Take a party and collect Kaleb’s family, and have them meet me in the Cave of Sighs.”
 
For a moment the well-armed fairy at his side quivered, but then he leapt into the air and was off, blowing some kind of horn as he went.
 
“We could send the probe to another realm, to another…”
 
“It was fate.  Humans and the Fae have long been destined to learn of one another,” the King began.
 
“Well, we’ve known about them for eons, and we’re no better off for it,” his brother remarked, chiming in has he’d always done, on things he’d spent less than a half second thinking about.
 
“We have not,” the King said with a laugh, and in such a coy way even his older brother scoffed in fun.
 
“No, I guess we’ve only watched, from the outside.”
 
The King’s older brother was a gentle man with broad shoulders and zero imagination.  Still… he’d been the rock that had kept their world together whenever the King had to leave.
 
Ten minutes later the King stood at the entrance to a large cave. 
 
His soldiers had managed to get his rival inside.
 
“Honestly, I didn’t really think you could do it,” he said, patting the startled commander on the back.
 
“Don’t worry… I’ve got it from here,” the noble man with the shaggy beard and the bright blue eyes said with a relaxed smile that said ‘I totally got this’.
 
“Thank goddess,” his commander said, dropping his wings by half-an-inch.
 
“Are they all in there?” 
 
“Kaleb only has his sister.  And yeah, they’re both in there.”
 
Kaleb had been the Master of Spells so long there weren’t many creatures on Terceira who didn’t respect the man’s innate powers.
 
However, everyone also knew it was his sister that was the true threat.  The real dark horse in this tale.
 
“You’re not going in there… alone?  Are you sure, sir?” the soldier asked in such a way as to both make the King chuckle, and a little nervous.
 
Still, the generous man smiled, and patted the nervous soldier with the long sword on the back and simply said, “You don’t get to be King by doing the easy stuff.”
 
And like that, he walked straight into the cave.
 
Down into the darkness he went, descending rapidly down a long narrow corridor that was only lit by strange orange lichen that grew on the damp rock walls.
 
Finally, after a bit of time, the King emerged out into a vast opening, with a small lake in the center.
 
“You missed me… admit it…” a strange voice called out from the dark surroundings, just as a bright light was birthed on a small island at the center of the lake.
 
“I did,” the King said, as he turned and swooped down on top of an amazingly beautiful fairy.
 
“You still can’t tell them we’re working together?” Kaleb’s ‘sister’ asked of the heavily muscled man, as she coiled her supple form around his waist and arms.
 
“They wouldn’t understand,” the King purred, as he nuzzled into the woman’s long hair, taking deep whiffs of her scent as he went.
 
“Will we go to war?” she asked in a whisper at his ear, her candied breath like honey to his senses.
 
“We will.  For you,” he told her, as he wrapped his long supple fingers around her throat and squeezed, tighter and tighter, until she closed her huge eyes and titled her head back and let out a wicked groan.
 
“Don’t forget about me,” the lithe man who suddenly appeared at her side said, as he reached over and grabbed the back of the King’s head and then kissed him, so deep and so passionately you’d think they had been lover all of their lives.
 
“Who could forget about you?” the King asked, as he took in the sight of his secret family, his secret life.
 
“I’m going to go through the well, so I can assess what’s coming.  And you two are to stay here and prepare everyone for war.”
 
“And what?  Keep pretending to be siblings?  Cuz that’s getting pretty old, mate,” his best friend asked, just before he grabbed a handful of female fairy and pulled her into his arms.
 
The King smiled a knowing smile that was so full of hurt and sadness and loneliness both of his companions reached for him and pulled him into an enormous hug.
 
“We’ll find her, I promise,” his best friends told him, as they both kissed his lips and his cheeks and then pulled him even closer into the both of them.
 
“That’s why I have to go.  We can’t afford this war without knowing the child is safe.  We have no choice.  We can’t wait for prophecies any longer.  I have to go…”
 
Thistle and Nolan, AKA Kandra and Kaleb, both looked at the man who had saved them from a hell nobody could ever understand.  But neither said a word.
 
“They are a deadly race, full of hate and apathetic violence,” Nolan told his friend.
 
“And BDSM…” Thistle said with a small smile that implied many larger things.
 
Then she turned to the man who had saved her and asked, “Who will you love while you’re there?”
 
But the King only smiled.
 
“You can’t spend the whole time alone…” the wild-looking Thistle stated in such a way you could tell she was already missing him.
 
“They’ve got good drugs tho…” Kaleb said with a smirk.  “Thought I saw a talking giraffe once.  Turned out it was just Stephen Merchant.”
 
Both the King and Thistle laughed, even though neither really thought it was true.
 
“No one else can follow me through the well.   And no one must know where I’ve gone.  Do you understand?  If I fail… If I don’t come back… You’ll have to tell them what we tried to do.  You’ll have to fight them alone…”
 
“We can’t just seal it off for another thousand years?” Nolan asked, already sad from the answer he already knew.
 
“We asked for change, and change is upon us.  But we can at least try to direct the rising of the tide.  We can try… to find a place for all of that energy to go.  Rather than let it simply let it consume us.”
 
“But first…” Thistle said, as she let her long dress fall to the ground around her.
 
“Oh, yes… first…” the King said with such a hungry look in his eyes you’d have thought he hadn’t had sex in years.
 
“We will miss you,” Nolan reminded him, as he slowly removed the King’s shirt, and then trousers.
 
“Oh!  And… and we’ll certainly miss this…” Thistle said, as she freed his large cock from the laces of his underclothes.
 
“Then let’s make a memory that will last!” the man with silver tipped wings, and a halo of gold said, as he took both of his friends into his arms.
 
“Let’s make this a memory to last a lifetime.”
 



© Raena Exe 2022

*All characters, places, and events are completely fictional.
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