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bloodsong1) wrote2014-07-31 07:47 pm
bloodsong1) wrote2014-07-31 07:47 pm
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ARGH!
Racking fracking Tall Fey and Sparkling Arctype and his bloody insistence on ROMANCE.
Once upon a time, there was a baby girl born to a dying race. Her people faded as mortal belief faded and she was the last child born alive. To protect her from the fading death, her parents performed an ancient ritual, imbuing her with all the remaining magic of her people, and swapped her for a mortal babe. Her parents, dying themselves, were determined she survive, so they took the mortal child's blood and infused it into her. Long ago, such switches were used to bring healthy mortals into their society for breeding. Not even this practice saved them from the death of belief. Only a few of their world lived on and thrived and those were the dark, dangerous ones. As a final layer of protection, the baby girl's parents petitioned a king to watch over her. This king was capricious and cruel, but he understood the severity of the situation and agreed. He even agreed to a blood bond, taking some of the babe's mortal blood into himself, but at the cost of the parents' lives. They paid the price with smiles.
The child, named Sarah by her mortal parents, did not suffer as other changelings had. The mortal blood kept the inherited magic in check, so Sarah grew from happy baby to cheerful toddler to outgoing child. If her imagination seemed advanced for her age and her invisible friends lingered longer then most, it was of little concern. Her parents had been carefully chosen, for they were creative, imaginative mortals who still believed in fairies and magic and the Other Folk. Her mother, Aurora, had a small gift of Sight and would smile when she saw the garden gnomes watching her child or hearing her entertain a king. It wasn't until Sarah was six that things began to change.
"Your Majesty, when I am quite grown up, may I please be your queen?" Sarah asked one fateful afternoon in the garden. Aurora was hanging laundry to dry and spun around when a deep, sexy voice replied "It would be my honor." She gasped when a figure appeared to match the voice, a tall man with white hair and black clothes that sparkled in the sunlight.
"Sarah!" She cried and rushed over, putting herself between the Fey and her daughter. The king looked her over condescendingly.
"You are too late. What is said is said." He sneered. Aurora planted her feet.
"My daughter does not know what she is asking. Take back your promise!"
"That, little Witch, I cannot do. My word was pledged to her real parents on their last breaths. Sarah is under my protection."
"Mommy?" Sarah asked, now confused. Aurora bit her lip, but kept her chin up.
"Sarah is MY daughter. I knew all along she was given to us and I thank the Divine for her. If you have pledged her protection, I would have your name, as we are joint caregivers with only her Best Interests at heart." The king laughed.
"Brave little Witch. They chose well. I am the Elvinking and that is the only name you may use."
"I am Little Witch. You may have no other name." Aurora replied firmly. The Elvinking felt the surge of Power and his eyes widened. This was a Gifted mortal woman, one who knew the Old Ways. She had protected herself, giving him access only to a nickname HE had provided. Her true name was now sealed from him. He gave her a shallow bow.
"Raise her in the Old Ways, Little Witch. When she is of age, I will return for her and make her my Queen."
"She will choose her own path," Aurora said firmly. This time the surge was weaker and the Elvinking grinned. This mortal could not override Fate, only delay it.
"If you have need of me, speak my name into this and I will come." He tossed her a palm sized crystal ball. She caught it, hissed, and used her shirt to hold it.
"I will raise her to be a strong, wise woman. That is all I can do. Every parent knows it is up to the child in the end," She said. The Elvinking bowed again, blew a kiss to Sarah and disappeared. Aurora sank to her knees and carefully rolled the crystal onto the grass.
"Mommy, what was that about?" Sarah asked. Aurora reached around and pulled her daughter into a tight hug.
"Your king is a powerful person, Sarah. He will watch over you when I cannot, but do not rely on him."
"Will he really make me his queen?"
"Why did you ask him to do that?"
"Because I want to be a queen! It's ever so much better then being a princess. Princesses can't do ANYTHING but learn lessons and run away to be saved by some stupid prince. Queens get to be the boss and make rules and decide important things." Aurora laughed and kissed Sarah's forehead.
"You're right, being queen is better then being a princess. But you still must be very careful in what you wish for. Some queens have very sad lives and can't do anything, not even learn lessons or run away."
"Oh." Sarah thought about that. "Do you think His Majesty would make my life sad?"
"He could, sweetheart. He's not a nice king, not to most people."
"He's nice to me!"
"I know and it is my fervent prayer he is always nice to you. But he might not be, so you have to be careful."
"How?"
"By becoming strong and wise."
"Like you?"
"You think I'm strong and wise?"
"Of course! No one else stands up to the Elvinking and keeps the ones she loves safe for as long as possible! You're the strongest, wisest mommy EVER!"
"Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate that." Sarah bussed her mother's cheek and skipped off to play with the garden gnomes, who swarmed around her and checked her over carefully. The largest looked at Aurora and tipped his floppy felt hat. Aurora nodded, sighed and went back to the laundry. The next ten years were going to be interesting.
Once upon a time, there was a baby girl born to a dying race. Her people faded as mortal belief faded and she was the last child born alive. To protect her from the fading death, her parents performed an ancient ritual, imbuing her with all the remaining magic of her people, and swapped her for a mortal babe. Her parents, dying themselves, were determined she survive, so they took the mortal child's blood and infused it into her. Long ago, such switches were used to bring healthy mortals into their society for breeding. Not even this practice saved them from the death of belief. Only a few of their world lived on and thrived and those were the dark, dangerous ones. As a final layer of protection, the baby girl's parents petitioned a king to watch over her. This king was capricious and cruel, but he understood the severity of the situation and agreed. He even agreed to a blood bond, taking some of the babe's mortal blood into himself, but at the cost of the parents' lives. They paid the price with smiles.
The child, named Sarah by her mortal parents, did not suffer as other changelings had. The mortal blood kept the inherited magic in check, so Sarah grew from happy baby to cheerful toddler to outgoing child. If her imagination seemed advanced for her age and her invisible friends lingered longer then most, it was of little concern. Her parents had been carefully chosen, for they were creative, imaginative mortals who still believed in fairies and magic and the Other Folk. Her mother, Aurora, had a small gift of Sight and would smile when she saw the garden gnomes watching her child or hearing her entertain a king. It wasn't until Sarah was six that things began to change.
"Your Majesty, when I am quite grown up, may I please be your queen?" Sarah asked one fateful afternoon in the garden. Aurora was hanging laundry to dry and spun around when a deep, sexy voice replied "It would be my honor." She gasped when a figure appeared to match the voice, a tall man with white hair and black clothes that sparkled in the sunlight.
"Sarah!" She cried and rushed over, putting herself between the Fey and her daughter. The king looked her over condescendingly.
"You are too late. What is said is said." He sneered. Aurora planted her feet.
"My daughter does not know what she is asking. Take back your promise!"
"That, little Witch, I cannot do. My word was pledged to her real parents on their last breaths. Sarah is under my protection."
"Mommy?" Sarah asked, now confused. Aurora bit her lip, but kept her chin up.
"Sarah is MY daughter. I knew all along she was given to us and I thank the Divine for her. If you have pledged her protection, I would have your name, as we are joint caregivers with only her Best Interests at heart." The king laughed.
"Brave little Witch. They chose well. I am the Elvinking and that is the only name you may use."
"I am Little Witch. You may have no other name." Aurora replied firmly. The Elvinking felt the surge of Power and his eyes widened. This was a Gifted mortal woman, one who knew the Old Ways. She had protected herself, giving him access only to a nickname HE had provided. Her true name was now sealed from him. He gave her a shallow bow.
"Raise her in the Old Ways, Little Witch. When she is of age, I will return for her and make her my Queen."
"She will choose her own path," Aurora said firmly. This time the surge was weaker and the Elvinking grinned. This mortal could not override Fate, only delay it.
"If you have need of me, speak my name into this and I will come." He tossed her a palm sized crystal ball. She caught it, hissed, and used her shirt to hold it.
"I will raise her to be a strong, wise woman. That is all I can do. Every parent knows it is up to the child in the end," She said. The Elvinking bowed again, blew a kiss to Sarah and disappeared. Aurora sank to her knees and carefully rolled the crystal onto the grass.
"Mommy, what was that about?" Sarah asked. Aurora reached around and pulled her daughter into a tight hug.
"Your king is a powerful person, Sarah. He will watch over you when I cannot, but do not rely on him."
"Will he really make me his queen?"
"Why did you ask him to do that?"
"Because I want to be a queen! It's ever so much better then being a princess. Princesses can't do ANYTHING but learn lessons and run away to be saved by some stupid prince. Queens get to be the boss and make rules and decide important things." Aurora laughed and kissed Sarah's forehead.
"You're right, being queen is better then being a princess. But you still must be very careful in what you wish for. Some queens have very sad lives and can't do anything, not even learn lessons or run away."
"Oh." Sarah thought about that. "Do you think His Majesty would make my life sad?"
"He could, sweetheart. He's not a nice king, not to most people."
"He's nice to me!"
"I know and it is my fervent prayer he is always nice to you. But he might not be, so you have to be careful."
"How?"
"By becoming strong and wise."
"Like you?"
"You think I'm strong and wise?"
"Of course! No one else stands up to the Elvinking and keeps the ones she loves safe for as long as possible! You're the strongest, wisest mommy EVER!"
"Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate that." Sarah bussed her mother's cheek and skipped off to play with the garden gnomes, who swarmed around her and checked her over carefully. The largest looked at Aurora and tipped his floppy felt hat. Aurora nodded, sighed and went back to the laundry. The next ten years were going to be interesting.