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Between Happily & Ever After [Chapter 2: Beau]

Beau can’t stop his feet from uncontrollably fidgeting, but luckily no one else seems to notice as they are hidden beneath the large table before him. He doesn’t want anyone else to realize how nervous he is. He feels kind of out of place in a room filled with so many important people. He has to muster up every ounce of control to stop his small iridescent fairy wings from twitching nervously. To get rid of some of his anxious energy he fiddles with the buttons on his light blue blazer vest but can already hear his mother’s voice ringing in his ears shouting at him to stop messing with them. So, he moves his attention to straightening the silver circlet that crowns his golden-haired head, the symbol of a fully-fledged fairy godparent.

Next to Beau, at the table’s head, is sat Prince, or he supposes now its King, Dashing, the son of Queen Cinderella and King Charming. Dashing’s perfectly chiseled features and perfectly quaffed brunette hair gives the young man an air of leadership and courage. It is Dashing’s castle, in the kingdom of Aurelais, that this council of the rulers of Yensid is taking place. This is the first time since the Fade that things have calmed down enough for any such meeting to even be considered. The last two years have been consumed with despair, and mourning, and trying to keep the entire world from falling apart. Only a handful of the rulers of the realms were able to make it to the council, and some didn’t even bother to reply to the invitation.

Across from Beau, the daughter of Snow White and ruler of the kingdom of Tabor, Queen Ivory takes notes on what is being said. Beau can’t help but think about how similar to her mother that Ivory looks, ‘the little fairest’ everyone would jokingly call her back in their youth. As the children of the most famous and powerful defenders of good, Beau has known the people in this room since he was a small child, some better than others. Though, as Beau looks at Ivory, he doesn’t see the young girl that would play chase with him around her mother’s apple gardens, now he sees the strong and confident queen she has grown into. Besides Beau she is the oldest of all the rulers that are there at 21 years old.

On Beau’s other side Queen Briar, the ruler of the kingdom of Ulstead and the daughter of Queen Aurora and King Philip is slumped in her seat playing with her dirty blonde hair, not really paying attention to the council. Beau can’t really judge as he is not paying much attention either, but Briar’s lack of attention seems to be out of boredom rather than nerves. She is much younger than the rest of the rulers present, only 15 years old. Beau has heard that Briar is not Aurora and Philip’s eldest daughter, that they have another daughter who was meant to take the throne, but they hid her away for an unknown reason, which is why Briar was forced to take the crown when her parents vanished, but this is all rumor. Beau is sympathetic towards the teenage queen; it is hard enough to take over the job of your missing parents especially at such a young age.

The last of the rulers that are attending the council are the twin bothers of Arendelle, King Sven and Prince Agnarr, the sons of Queen Anna and King Christoff. Agnarr always has a brooding look about him, but today he is especially grim, but Beau can only guess as to why. Though they are twins, Sven and Agnarr look nothing like each other, if it wasn’t for the matching Arendellian royal outfits they were wearing Beau might have mistaken them for being from entirely different families all together. King Sven, though the older of the two, is shorter than his brother by a good several inches, his brown hair a disheveled mess upon his head. Agnarr on the other hand is a tall lanky boy, with his mother’s fiery red hair burning bright, much more neatly lain than his twin’s, and his face seems to be set in a permanent frown. Agnarr is watching as his brother next to him is speaking to the entire room, reading something off a parchment in front of him.

Beau suddenly notices that the talking has stopped, and everyone is staring right at him, looking expectantly. Beau feels his face growing red as he realizes he has been zoning out and has no idea what is happening or what even has been said.

“Well, Beau, what do you think?” Dashing asks the fairy, a bit impatient, clearly awaiting the answer to what must’ve been a very important question.

“I-I’m sorry your highnesses, I couldn’t quite hear clearly,” he tries to come up with a good excuse, but he can tell he isn’t very convincing. “What was the question?”

“King Sven said that the disappearance of Elsa has left Ahtohallan without its fifth spirt and no one to serve as an ambassador to the magic of nature.” Ivory interjects to save Beau from any further embarrassment.

“Yes,” Sven concurs, “and without the fifth spirit the spirits of nature are bound to become unruly and cause even more chaos than we already have to deal with.”

“I thought that Elsa was training someone to take her place as the fifth spirit one day?” Dashing questions. “Where are they? Can’t they solve this problem?”

Agnarr lets out a scoff, as if Dashing has just said the most stupid thing that anyone could have said. Dashing shoots, a look of disdain at the prince, clearly not used to being addressed in such a manner. Dashing and Agnarr have always had a bit of a rivalry, no one is quite sure why but ever since they were children the two never seemed to quite get along. Agnarr simply roles his eyes at Dashing, furthering the King’s contempt for the Arendellian.

“Soren was Elsa’s apprentice as well as her adoptive son, but right before the Fade he was sent off to travel the world to better understand his powers, but it seems he as yet to master them.” Agnarr reveals to the room, as if this information is obvious.

“What my rather rude brother says,” Sven glares at Agnarr for embarrassing them both in front of the other royals, “is true. We sent word to Sven right after the Fade occurred and asked him to take our aunt’s spot in Ahtohallan but he claims that he isn’t ready yet. He fears that his powers could lead to many people becoming hurt or worse.”

Beau speaks up, still confused at this line of conversation. “So, what exactly does this have to do with me?”

“Well,” King Sven begins. “I spoke with the rock trolls, and they think that if you could get a couple dozen nature pixies to temporarily leave Pixie Hollow and move to Ahtohallan than their power might be enough to keep the nature spirits at bay at least for a while.”

Now Beau understood where he is to come in. As the Fairy Godfather, he is responsible for the management and training of all the fairies and pixies in Yensid as well as the keeper of all the happily-ever-afters, a huge responsibility. Beau has always dreamed of one day being a fairy godfather, he had sacrificed so much to ensure it was so, but he never imagined that one day he would be the Fairy Godfather. Unlike the others in the room, Beau was never expected to take his mother’s place, her fairy immortality took care of that issue, but the Fade left him with no choice but to take up his mother’s mantle.

“I suppose I could spare a few pixies, but you must remember, for every human that was affected by the Fade, ten times the amount of faery-folk were affected. There aren’t as many babies laughing as their used to be, so the number of pixies is limited.”

King Sven lets out a sigh. “I suppose that will have to do, thank you Fairy Godfather.” The King of Arendelle addresses Beau with his formal title, which still sounds strange to Beau’s ear.

“Alright,” Dashing stands up, asserting himself as the center of attention, “since that has been taken care of let’s get on to the next bit of business.”

For the next couple hours, the council goes on, taking turns giving statuses on the stability of their own kingdoms, as well as the problems that plague them. Ivory shares that the people of Tabor are doing relatively well, with only minimal increases to illness and criminal activity, but with all the working age Dwarves gone, it is impossible to use the gemstone mines that her kingdom rely upon, so Tabor is in an economic depression, even she has had to give up many of her royal luxuries.

Briar doesn’t speak much but she does say that Little Boy Peep has moved his criminal operation somewhere within her boarders and that he is terrorizing her people. Even if Little Boy can be found it is impossible to fairly jail him, his shepherding occupation is a front for his criminal activities and he rarely commits any crimes himself, leaving it up to his goons. Little Boy will have to wait for another day.

Dashing reports that Aurelais has weathered the Fade rather well on an economic and criminal front, but it seems that the souls of the dead terrorizing the living have become a problem in the north of his realm. Apparently with the disappearance of Hades, the lord of the Underworld, there is nothing stopping the malevolent dead from crawling through the gates of the Underworld near Mt. Olympus and dragging the living down with them. Beau has never seen the Underworld before, but he assumes that it can only be bad news for the dead to be invading the land of the living.

“Finally, we must talk about the royals who did not attend the council.” Dashing says as the meeting begins to wind down. “Sultana Amira of Agrabah responded to the invitation, she politely declined stating that it was not prudent for her to travel so far from her realm during such a time, which is understand able.” The others in the room all nod, mumbling in agreement. “That being said, not a word from either Corona or Tirulia. Have any of you heard any news from the courts of King Asterion or Queen Harmonia?”

Beau has heard rumors of what has been going on in Corona and Tirulia but he hasn’t given them any real consideration until now. When the Fade happened a few of the kingdoms were in a more vulnerable state then others. Beau remembers that the seaside merchant’s kingdom of Tirulia was ruled by King Eric and Queen Ariel, with their daughter Princess Melody next to sit the throne. When the three royals went missing, Princess Melody’s five-year-old daughter, Princess Harmonia was forced to take the throne. Some say that a mysterious stranger has taken the opportunity to take control for themselves and mold the young queen to whatever their intentions may be.

Meanwhile, the fate of the kingdom of Corona remains a mystery. Not even two months after the Fade, the newly crowned King Asterion, the son of Queen Rapunzel and King Flynn, closed the city to all outsiders going so far as to destroy the famed Corona Bridge that connected the island kingdom to the mainland. Since then, no one has ever made it in and out of the closed off city, not alive at least. A darkness has lingered over the city of Corona since King Asterion took the throne, a powerful and wicked darkness unlike any Beau has ever felt, something sinister lurks within.

“The people of Arendelle have been suffering at the hands of the Tirulian’s.” Agnarr retorts, an angered tone in his voice. “On the orders of Queen Harmonia, many coastal villages have been attacked by the Tirulian armada.”

“Be rational Prince Agnarr,” Ivory interjects, attempting to defuse the situation. “A seven-year-old girl cannot be held responsible for these attacks, Queen or not.”

“Tell that to the dozens of orphaned Arendellian children!” Agnarr stands, slamming his hands on the table in frustration.

“My brother is not wrong,” Sven chimes in, in a rare instance of agreement with his twin. “If these attacks do not cease soon, I will have no choice but to defend our people and declare war upon the kingdom of Tirulia.”

The rest of the room perks up at the mention of war, even the disinterested Briar sits to attention. War between the kingdoms hasn’t happened in the past 100 years, and no one is eager to break that streak. Beau can’t believe that war is even on the table, they have enough to deal with, between the aftermath of the Fade and the evil of the wicked villains, fighting each other is not the answer, that Beau knows for certain. Not to mention, the Tirulian’s are known for having the most powerful naval fleet in all the realms, if Arendelle goes to war with them they won’t stand a chance.

Bickering breaks out amongst the royals, Dashing and Ivory attempting to assuage Sven and Agnarr from taking such drastic measures, with Beau stuck in between, the shouting only aggravating his anxiety. Then all of a sudden, in the midst of the yelling, Briar loudly clears her throat, obviously trying to grab the attention of the room. Everyone grows silent and turns to the young girl, an annoyed look upon both Dashing and Agnarr’s faces, expecting her to waste their time.

“If anyone would like to hear what I have to say?” She questions flippantly, without even looking up from her nails.

“No disrespect to you Queen Briar, but you were invited here as a courtesy to your parents, I believe it would be best if you just sat there and let the adults handle the situation.” Condescension dripping from every word coming from Dashing’s mouth.

“Those are some big words from the guy with the most pretentious name in the room.” Briar shoots back. Agnarr can’t help but chuckle, a rare occurrence, at the undignified look on Dashing’s face due to the teenage Queen’s backfire.

Ivory, ever the peacemaker, interjects yet again. “Do you have something to add Queen Briar?” She asks genuinely.

“Well,” Briar starts off, drawing out her words. “If any of you had bothered to ask, I would have mentioned that I have an informant on the inside of the Tirulian court.”

“And you waited this long to tell us?!” Dashing shouts angrily at Briar, who seems unbothered by his temper.

“Calm down Dashing, it’s ok, we know now.” Ivory puts her hand on Dashing’s shoulder, calming the passionate king down. She turns her attention back towards Briar. “How did you even get someone into the Tirulian court? Whoever is pulling the strings there is taking every measure to ensure that Queen Melodia is kept under their influence.”

“Let’s just say I know people, people who are really good at being in places where they aren’t supposed to be. The point is, I have information on who has been manipulating the child Queen. A woman by the name of Tethys, an enchantress, has Queen Melodia under her spell. From what I have been told, any who question Tethys’ actions are immediately imprisoned by the Queen or worse.” Briar dramatically draws her finger across her neck, miming a throat slitting motion.

This is worse than Beau had thought, he didn’t want to believe the rumors, but it seems they are true. Despite this, for a moment, when Beau heard who the cause of Tirulia’s troubles are really, he sighed a breath of relief. When he had heard that Tirulia was possibly being run by a malevolent manipulator, his mind immediately thought of one person, the worst person that Beau had ever known, but part of him is glad to hear that it isn’t who he thought it was. That wouldn’t have been good for anyone.

“This isn’t good,” Dashing muses, rubbing his chiseled chin.

“Understatement of the century.” Briar remarks sarcastically.

Ivory brushes past Briar’s comment, speaking up before Dashing can think of a retort. “Can your person on the inside do anything to stop this Tethys person?”

Briar shakes her head in rejection. “She’s in a perilous enough position as it is, I can’t risk her life on this.”

Agnarr stands up, facing Briar angrily. “If it was your people being ransacked and slaughtered you wouldn’t hesitate to do something about it, but because its only Arendellian’s that are being killed, you won’t lift a finger to help!” The prince grinding his teeth together in seething rage.

The bickering breaks out once again, the room erupting in shouting and behavior undignified of royalty. Beau sinks back, not wanting to be a part of the screaming. Ivory and Sven are attempting to keep a fight from breaking out, only barely succeeding. Beau tries thinking on how this can be resolved. How were they going to get someone to infiltrate the city of Tirulia and put a stop to Tethys’ meddling without instigating a war. Besides Briar’s informant it seems like the enchantress is keeping her thrall far away from heroes of any kind. And then suddenly an idea hit Beau, a terrible and extremely risky idea, but the only idea that might work.

Beau awkwardly raises his hand, trying to get everyone’s attention. For a few moments no one notices but eventually Ivory sees his meek attempt, and she speaks loudly to help him out. “It seems, like the Fairy Godfather has something to add.”

All the attention turns towards Beau, his worst nightmare. He stands, and reluctantly he puts forward his idea. “I believe I know someone who may be able to speak with Tethys without causing anymore trouble.” He stops, having to force himself to even finish his thought. “But no one is going to like it.”

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