Chaotic - Fallen Angel (best classic literature TXT) 📗

In prehistoric times there was a conflict between the humans and the fairies. The humans didn’t want the dark fairies to poison their people and land. The fairies were offended since not all the fairies used dark ways. The ones that were bad was deported to the Lily of the Valley Bush, an appropriate name since the leaves and nectar of the bush are poisonous, where they stayed fighting for survival amongst one another. The humans were still not convinced and started attacking the fairies. The furious fairies unleashed the citizens of Lily of the Valley Bush to fight with their wicked ways. Amongst that group was the fearful Larkspur that is known to commit the cruelest of crimes. To defend themselves the human’s became wizards to help with the war. The humans and the fairies didn’t know that the real broil was a child that had been lost a few days back. It was the child of the king of humans, King Snapdragon, and the queen of fairies, Queen Acacia, which thought the other, had stolen their daughter…
The sun shone like a strong golden flame. Iris walked through the museum garden in its thriving glory. She was there for a school field trip which she had to beg her foster parents for the money to attend. She breathed in the air, loving the feeling of warmth that seemed to envelope her. It felt as if the flowers knew how the girl felt and seemed to sing with the breeze making it all the more peaceful. She stumbled over a twig and fell to the ground springing the trap that the Larkspur had set for their unlucky victim. The last thing she saw was a brilliant flash of red.
“Wake up”, a man said in a harsh voice that sounded like nails on a chalk board. Iris opened her eyes and saw nothing. The light was too dim to see so she was waiting for her eyes to adjust, but the man had other ideas. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to another room that smelled of sweat and blood. Such a metallic smell thought Iris. By now her eyes had adjusted and she was staring at a hideous face that belonged to what looked like a woman.
“Do you know where you are and what you are meant to do” she asked in a surprisingly pleasant voice compared to her appearance. Irish concealed her surprise from reaching her face and kept her mouth shut. She began to notice that they weren’t the only ones in the room. There were children, teenagers, women, and men in the smelly room. “Good you don’t talk much which means when you go an missions you won’t ask questions and if you die then you won’t get so dramatic and scream your lungs out” she said in a singsong voice. She then pointed behind her. Iris made a mistake and took a glimpse and saw the accumulating pile of dead bodies that protruded the smell of the room. She also saw the winces that the prisoners made. Knowing that having weakness could kill her she kept her emotions concealed.
She was suddenly thrust a stick and the woman brought her battleaxe down on Iris. Iris only had seconds to react and she used them well because she nearly missed the blade. “Good reflexes I see” the woman preached. “By the way, my name is Ms. Hyena” Ms. Hyena continued to give fatal death blows and in turn Iris nearly escaped them. Ms. Hyena liked what she saw, but she didn’t know that Iris could do much more. All Iris showed her was that she could dodge.
At night everyone went into their rooms. The beds didn’t look that bad which was a
good sign that she might be able to sleep even though her head was brimming with questions. Her bed was the bottom of one of the bunk beds. She did see a flash of yellow atop the higher bunk, but was too tired to be that curious.
When everyone got situated it was so quiet that you could hear a pen drop. Iris could feel the tension in the air and that made her want to go home even more. After waiting a few long, agonizing minutes Iris couldn’t take it anymore. “Where am I?” she said in a quiet, but demanding voice. “You are at the place where the Larkspur keeps people to train” whispered a small voice from one of the corners. Iris closed her eyes to the unwanted information. She was schooled on this group and there cruel deeds. “What are we expected to do here?” she forced her mouth to say. “We have to train to be assassins and the weak get slaughtered” said a boy on top of one of the bunks. “She seems to have a liking to you” says another boy with an English accent. “I suggest you learn fast or end up dead” advised a teenager. “What happens after we are finished training?” asked Iris. “Missions” everyone seemed to say in union. “A girl was recently deemed fit for missions and left yesterday. That’s why you are here” said the English boy.
The morning came swiftly, but not swift enough for Iris not to have a nightmare. She saw a woman that had soft golden hair like the rays of the sun on the day she was at the garden. She was reaching out a hand, but when she was about to reach Iris she turned into a younger version of Ms. Hyena. Ms. Hyena then started a laugh fit for a hyena. There were images of the golden woman meeting a handsome man and they were falling in love. Another image was with the woman having a child. The next was one night a person came in and stole the child. The last one of the images of sorrow and rage mixed together and the man and woman fought each other with ferocity, but they still had great sorrow when alone.
Iris then woke up with a jolt. There was a noise that sounded like a bad imitation of a blow horn. Everyone got up and marched out to the eating room. Today they were serving oatmeal and Iris learned that they only served breakfast and breakfast was always oatmeal. Iris forcefully swallowed the garbage they called oatmeal so she wouldn’t be hungry during the rest of the day.
They watched as the blades and sharp objects turned on the obstacle course they were supposed to maneuver without being sliced to pieces. A bulky man went through smoothly and only got a big gash on his back. Others weren’t that lucky and finished with bruised, sliced, bleeding bodies. Iris watched until she was the last one to go. Ms. Hyena came in and there was a blanket of uncomfortable silence. “Come on now, you and I both know you can do it.” she urged Irish.
“Ms. Hyena, let’s make a blood deal” Iris said after thinking. There was a twinkle in Ms. Hyena’s eyes as she said, “What’s your deal”. “If I could make through this obstacle course without a scratch from its sharp edges everyone will have medical supplies to treat their wounds until it heals.” “That would be fine, but I do not have a medic to treat them” she said with wickedness in her eyes that suggested that she was lying. “That’s okay, I can do it” Iris said with confidence. “Fine, but you also have to assume the responsibility over breakfast” she said with ignorance since her attempt of stumping Iris was futile. “Deal” Iris agreed.
Iris took what she knew when she practiced at gymnastics back in her old life and applied it to the obstacle. She saw a few obstacles that could serve as beams and bars. She backed up and faced it head on. She did a triple flip, landed on a beam, jumped and span on a bar until she had enough momentum, and then she propelled herself onto the other side. All eyes were on her, but she stared into Ms. Hyena’s eyes. Ms. Hyena did the slightest nod that she could only see. “Go to the eating room.”
Iris started for the eating room, but bumped in to a boy with red hair. “Excuse…” Iris was about to say. She then knew that she didn’t need to excuse herself since he did it on purpose. Iris gave an exasperated sigh and walked away from the boy who she thought she recognized. She didn’t like it that Ms. Hyena had little helpers around here, but why did he have to be so hot. “Iris” he called. Giving a sigh Iris turned around. “You must come with me” he said. Iris didn’t know why, but she followed him. Maybe it was the way his voice sounded reassuring, or the way his hair reflected the light, or how hot he was. Whatever it was when he led her to a secret door that revealed the room of Ms. Hyena. She wanted to face Ms. Hyena with her face blank, but she didn’t seem to see them.
“Don’t you dare tell the girl that she is the daughter of the king and queen.” said Ms. Hyena to the lady in charge of food. “But…doesn’t she have the right to know her mom is the queen of fairies and her dad is the king of the humans?” “Don’t you dare say their names ever again!” hissed Ms. Hyena with so much venom that it would take billions of venomous snakes to produce it.
Iris felt hysteria rise within her throat and continued towards her mouth, but she swallowed the bile feeling making sure that no expressions were on her face. She forced herself to continue listening, but there wasn’t anything that there was to listen to. She quietly let herself out and started for the kitchen. She could hear the boy walking behind her, but she continued.
When arriving at the kitchen someone would think that there were pigs who decided to live there. Food was smeared here and there, dishes piled high upon the puny sink, knives scattered in various places, but it all looked as if it were intentionally put there. A fork was too straight, plates stacked neatly for more quantity, and towels placed carefully on the floor. Iris pulled up her sleeves and started to work. “Put the towels in that bin, silverware in the dishwasher, and anything that isn’t usable or just plain weird put it in the garbage. You’re in charge of the floor.” Iris said to the red headed boy. “What’s your name? Since you already know mine we can’t introduce each other properly.” yelled Iris so that he could hear her through the sound of the water she turned on to wash dishes.
“I’m Eucomis. I have had 137 missions in a month and I can do whatever is needed to succeed in a mission.” He sighs in a practiced reply. They continued working for a few hours and the kitchen was clean. Iris was going to wake early in the morning to cook. She turned and left for the door, but before she went out she turned around and said, “Nice meeting you Eucomis. Thanks for the help and I don’t doubt that you’d not do anything to succeed in a mission.” With those last words hanging in the lavender scented air she left.
Iris spent the rest of the day tending to people’s wounds, a lot of admiring comments flung at her, and she day dreamed about Eucomis no matter how hard she