Phantasia

“Never mind,” said Kaori, shrugging off the confusion, “I’ll just have to watch what I think from now on…” She said it with a reassuring smile, like she was prepared to give Faye the benefit of the doubt, but Phantasia could see her aura forming a barrier between them. Faye must have noticed some form of mental barrier, as she was quick to comment.

She is not prepared to trust me. As I am aware my actions could reflect negatively upon you also, I shall be cautious in future when dealing with Kaori Shimomura.

Kaori, though, would be the least of her worries. Phantasia wondered just how many lives her handmaiden’s arrival would shake up. One faerie had caused enough trouble for them – now they had to deal with two!

***

Princess Phantasia’s friends did not think highly of Faye – but she did not think too highly of them, either. A riotous collective, it was no wonder the wayward princess enjoyed their company so much – even if half of them only pretended to like her. Their education system – and their attitude towards it – made Faye question the validity of the Academy.

“Ah’ll be reading your poems tonight and giving you feedback tomorrow,” said the English teacher, Tes Anderson. Unlike the strict scholars from the Water Palace, her thoughts were far from the lesson at hand and instead focused on cardinal fantasies of muscular warriors striding through the fields of battle. Not that her students were much better: Doyle Kennedy’s sexual delusions exploded whenever Tes Anderson bent over her desk to reach something. Frustrated by the constant noise, Faye immersed herself in the book she had been given, and the layers of memories contained within.

The cover was smeared with frustration and its edges thumbed with the reluctance of numerous past students, while its crumbling brown pages were lined with the personal thoughts and fantasies of all who had read through them. Decades of teenage experience flooded Faye’s mind but not a single thread of logical reason emerged. All the book told her was that many human teenagers were reluctant to study and most were more interested in developing sexual relationships before hey were killed in a war or some other apocalyptic scenario.

“Ye see to be into ya poetry, Faye,” said Tes Anderson, drawing the room’s attention to Faye’s reading. She looked the teacher in the eyes – a sign of trust and understanding, according to Queen Thetis.

“I do not understand the writing contained within this tome. However I do find the contents most fascinating and would like to study them further,”

Poor girl wont ever understand it, thought Tes Anderson, showing more knowledge of Faye’s people than anticipated. “I’m glad ta see you’re getting inta the subject right away, “ she said, “Unlike some of these kids…”

“I do not understand why an individual would attend this institution if they had no desire to take advantage of the knowledge it is offering,” said Faye, moving her gaze across the students, “Doyle Kennedy, please elaborate as to the reasons for your presence here,”

Doyle’s thoughts snapped from the inklings of fantasy. Why the hell is she picking on me again?

“You are more concerned with chauvinistic fantasies concerning your teacher submitting to you sexually,” said Faye. For some reason half the class found her revelation amusing, while the other half – including Tes Anderson – pulled back in embarrassment. Phantasia slammed an elbow into Faye’s side.

“Oh Faye, you’re so crazy!” she said.

Tes Anderson was panicking. I’ve got to stop this girl before she starts a fight! “Well now, class, it’s getting near the end of the lesson so why don’t you all break early for today?”

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