The Betrayal

“Surprised?” she said with the air of a sadistic chuckle.

The man stood there, silent.

“Me too. Didn’t think I was cut out to be a dainty warrior. But someone,” she lingered while pulling out a silvery sharp sword. The tip was bloodied with the golden pixie dust of the enemies. “Someone showed me the way and then betrayed me. I was ready to kill them but they disappeared.”

“But now,” she chuckled, full of revenge. “Now I can show them what I’m really made of.”

“Who was it?”

“Someone within my vicinity,” she said as she played with her sword.

The sword went flying right past him, taking the edge of his tunic and pinning him to the wall.

“Need I say more?”

“Who are you?”

“You don’t remember me, do you?” she sneered as she came out from the shadows. “Classic. Guess I’m so different from that little orphaned rose fairy from ten springs ago.”

She was tall, slender but had enough muscle to say that she wasn’t weak. Her black hair in braids and a French twist was strewn with gold ornaments. Thin gold traditional pixie armor lined her body, defining the most important parts to flaunt and protect— her back, shoulders, neck and chest.

Her eyes were hazel with a tint of a peach rose which burned with rage. The traitor seemed to have remembered her eyes…

“Pinky?”

“It’s Damaris, you back-stabbing fool!” she shouted as she held a new dagger at his neck. “And you know what you did.”

“Leaving you to join the other tribe was the hardest thing for me to do, Pinky—”

“Stop calling me that—“

“But I did it to protect you. If I didn’t go with them, they would’ve killed you first on the spot during the invasion and then everybody else.”

“And just how do you explain that you were fighting with them on the next invasion, killing everyone we loved and knew in our tribe and cutting off my foot?”

“I did it all to protect you. I had to pretend I was one of them. I’m sorry that happened but no foot is better than no life—“

“It’s just as bad if it had gotten infected and then it would have a slow, painful death. How, then, would that have helped me, Perry? How?”

“I’m truly sorry—“ the words were cut short before he collapsed on the marble floor.

“Too late now. You lived a decent life though…”

It seemed that the so-called traitor Perry heard her voice as he turned his eyes to look up at her, her goodbye for the last time. He probably deserved it.