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Post by dreamwriter on May 6, 2011 13:26:39 GMT -5
I ran through the forest and still I heard them behind me. The glints of silver and gray. The Wild Hunt. I knew that I, Leila Madison, was not the one they hunted, but I could see them, could see all Fey. But even that is not the extent of my power. I have the most controled grasp of magic my long-lived family has ever seen. That's how I was able to hide it so well for sixteen years. But the day I turned seventeen, too many strange things happened to explain away as I had the miniscule things that had happened before. But my grandparents, maternal and paternal, were only interested in how I can see the Fey while my parents were dismally dry of any magic. They're interested because they are, or rather were, the most powerful magic users in the world. My lineage dates back to Merlin, directly. Unfortunately for me, my grandparents aren't the only ones interested in me. The Fey have a vested interest into my ability. As I am, I could potentially betray their glamour and have them killed. But more about that later. Back to the Wild Hunt. The man they followed was dreadfully ordinary. But there was something about him, if you looked from the corner of your eye. I could look straight on and see that he possessed the soul of a demon. This ordinary looking man was a murderer and the Hunt wanted him for their own. Every practical person knows that you're not supposed to get between the Wild Hunt and their prey. Let's just say I abandoned practicality a while ago. I stepped between them and they stopped. Oh yeah. That's another weird thing about me. I speak Fey. I have been sealed by the Fey. Essentially, they can't touch and they have to listen when I speak. I sent them away.
"Just where have you have been, Leila Giselle Madison?" I winced as mother used my middle name. "Do you know what happens to people who are out this late at night? And you have school tomorrow!" I shrugged and shuffled upstairs. The one person I could never win an arguement against was my mother. I went up and went to sleep and dreamed of the Fey and the Wild Hunt.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 13, 2011 13:21:18 GMT -5
There was no way that just happened. I felt totally gyped. I was in the middle of a Hunt when all the sudden I was told to go home by some punky kid! Boy, you can imagine the rage I felt. I slunk around until she went a few feet away, then tracked her to her place, where I sat on her roof outside her window. I watched her sleep and decided it was a good time to sleep indeed. I climbed on a tree nearby and took a nap.
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Post by Erinn on May 15, 2011 14:07:53 GMT -5
Every faerie knew that the Queen was not disposing of her king anytime soon. Her general, rumor said, was not going to be so fortunate. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and all Padriac had to do was find a way to impress his Queen. Stories had reached his ears of a human girl able to see his kind without any sort of assistance. If he was able to bring her before the Queen the job would be his. The Queen was always looking for a shiny new plaything.
Whispers that this girl had interrupted a hunt nearby intrigued Padriac enough that he decided to go investigate. He wouldn't approach the girl yet, just get a feel for the area. Hopefully she'd be easily charmed like the last human he'd encountered who knew too much.
Keeping his body comfortably small he made quick time getting to the girl's house and was slightly disappointed to see her asleep. Sneaking his way in he sat on the edge of the near her head and watched her dreams, confident that they might reveal something of importance to him.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 16, 2011 11:04:04 GMT -5
I awoke to the unmistakable sound of faerie magic buzzing about. It didn't take much squinting to recognize Padriac as he flew into the girl's bedroom. He totally didn't see me, I thought. What a rookie mistake. I walked back to the house, curling up on the roof above the window, making just enough noise to let Padriac know I was there. If he was at this girl's place for the reasons I thought he was, then I needed to speak with him.
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Post by dreamwriter on May 16, 2011 12:57:57 GMT -5
I'd been having a good dream about something I couldn't remember. It had replaced the nightmarish Wild Hunt. Suddenly the jangling that always comes in the presence of a fairy entered my head. In an instant, I was awake. "Padriac." I knew the fairy by reputation only. "You from the hunt, I know you're there too." Unconsciously, my hand closed around the brace that covered the mark of the Fey behind my back. They couldn't touch me, not unless I tried to betray the Fey. "Why are you here?" I demanded with less power behind my voice than I would have liked.
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Post by Erinn on May 16, 2011 13:31:42 GMT -5
Padriac was doing a good job blatantly ignoring the hunt member when he realzied that the girl was stirring. How unfortunate for her, being unable to sleep with a fairy around. It was also very useful information for him. "I was simply checking out the area and was curious." he told her. It was the truth, just with parts missing. He certainly hadn't intended on waking the girl from her slumber and conversing with her. "You're not very good at keeping your abilities hidden."
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Post by dreamwriter on May 16, 2011 15:01:55 GMT -5
"So I'm told." There was something about him that made me not want to trust him. Some part of his character was not entirely truthful. "Was that all you came here for?"
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Post by Erinn on May 16, 2011 16:09:52 GMT -5
"Why yes of course, just gathering information." he told her in a mock happy tone. "You can go back to sleep, I won't intentionally bother you." Padraic hated questions, unless he was the one asking them of course.
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Post by dreamwriter on May 17, 2011 13:05:28 GMT -5
"As my mother so loudly annouced earlier, I have school in the morning. Would you please leave so I can sleep?" My heart was skipping away from me as I reprimanded the court fairy who had invaded my bedroom. The jangling in my head was practically deafening.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 19, 2011 10:08:18 GMT -5
I was getting impatient. I could hear talking from beneath me, so I knew the girl was awake. I scaled down the wall next to the bedroom window and hesitated. If I busted in there, the girl would see me for sure and my cover would be blown. But I had half a mind to go in there and smack that pansy Padriac around a bit for blatantly ignoring me. It was obvious by now that that was what he was doing. Padriac was a smart cookie. He might outwit me all the same. No doubt he was here to take this girl to the queen, not because the queen asked for this girl but because he wanted to get in good with the queen. What a petty faerie. I was starting to get really mad. I heard my heart drive blood through my body with each breath, each beat… Maybe I could get that girl to team with me to get Padriac. After all, he was the real bad guy here. I busted through the glass window and started charging fast as a light to Padriac. My decision was made.
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Post by dreamwriter on May 19, 2011 12:46:09 GMT -5
"Oh, perfect," I muttered as the...person, for lack of a better word, burst through my bedroom window. Of course I would recieve the blame for that in the morning. He looked like a badger and he was charging at Padriac. "Could you both just stop? I really don't want the next Fairy War started in my bedroom." I didn't think the words of a human would do anything, unless... "Stop!" I yelled in the language of the Fey.
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Post by Ben O.O on May 19, 2011 12:53:28 GMT -5
I looked at her like she was nuts. "Stop? Stop!? Don't stop me now! Help me get this guy!" I looked at Padriac and snarled. "No one invades on my hunt then ignores me... least of all some pansy court faerie!"
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Post by dreamwriter on May 19, 2011 12:59:47 GMT -5
Okay. The Badger was obviously NOT Fey. The Fey were all compelled to do what I said when I spoke their language. And whatever he was exactly, the Wild Hunt picks up the strangest people, I didn't think he liked me...at all. "Why are you here? And did you know who that man was? With the power of the Wild Hunt, he could murder thousands...in a night! Being of the Wild Hunt yourself, you ought to at least understand that."
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Post by Ben O.O on May 19, 2011 13:09:59 GMT -5
I laughed. "Him? HA! I eat Wild Hunt for breakfast!"
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Post by dreamwriter on May 19, 2011 13:11:47 GMT -5
"Oh, really?" I asked skeptically, glad i couldn't hear my mother charging up to my room. As soon as she saw the window this nut broke, she'd be as mad as a bull. "Who exactly are you?"
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