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Post by Cuppy on Sept 4, 2020 6:49:42 GMT
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Ofelia:
Mother said there are no fairy tales, not for her, not for me, not for anyone in this cruel world. But she was wrong. Fairy tales are real, a book only closed to those who obey without thinking. The Faun had not led me astray, and with the blood of my dying mortal body I opened the portal to my Father’s magical kingdom. My real father, not the capitán that my lonely mother married. It was beautiful in here, all gold reds and scarlet tones, what a contrast to the cruel dark world out there, where the only warm colors came from explosions fro the Resistance.
Mother. Mother is here, sitting on the throne beside Father, and they have been waiting for me to complete the Trinity. I’m a princess now. Princess Moanna, but Mother still calls me Ofelia, so that is what I will call myself.
My brother, the one I had saved with my disobedience, he is out there to grow up to be a fighter for the better world Mercedes, her brother and the doctor had begun building. He is of mortal blood, but his soul is majestic. I’m longing to see him again, the boy who got nurtured by a woman’s womb and a mandrake’s will. Mi príncipe.
The girl I was became a woman, beloved by her people. It was a truly happy ending, one that did not seem possible in the world above.
One evening, three days before the full moon, the Faun approached me again.
“Princess Moanna, it turns out there is a fourth trial for you.”
This time he did not let me find my own way, nor was there a book to guide me. Within the blink of an eye I was on the edge of a forest that seemed both mysterious and dangerous, nurturing and destructive, but most of all dark and impenetrable. The first step in one direction already made me lose orientation.
“You have to be brave, princesa,” the bodiless voice of the Faun sounds from all around me, “as your brother has come lost from the world of the mortals. He has gotten lost in the world of the Fae, and he needs your help. Without the príncipe the world above will fall to the next tyranny. Here, I will give you my fairy.”
With a light sound the fairy I have met so many times before is right beside my head, whispering things that slowly form to words in my mind.
“The world’s fate is upon you, princesa. We believe in you, but you cannot trust anyone. When you meet the King of the Fae, you will find salvation or he will seal your fate forever. Beware, Moanna, beware.”
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Post by King Áedh Finvarra on Sept 8, 2020 7:53:28 GMT
Coming back from the world of mortals was always exhausting. It was even more so since he had to stay up there for so long. Leading the Wild Hunt was one night during the full moon. He had been up there for months. All because Death wanted him to help a seer. Well, the seer was settled with her new husband and temple. Secure in destiny. A happy ending all around.
As he took off his scabbard which held his sword at his hip. Having it lean up against the side of his dark grey stone throne, he sighed. There was much to do before he lead the Wild Hunt again. More souls that needed to find their ways to the other side. It seemed there were more lost souls with each year. It wore on him.
A sound caught his attention. He saw Bukura E Dheut standing there with her dark violet eyes and secretive smile. She was the messenger for the Moirai. Usually, she was going to Nuad with a mission. A mortal to teach. Rarely has she ever ventured to his realm. The dead did not have to worry about fates, only the living.
She bowed while holding out a amethyst coloured orb to him while speaking in a playful tone, "You're going to have a visitor soon. The lost princess has returned."
He had heard the tales of the princess that got lost in the mortal world and died, only to finally find her way back to her kingdom and family. It was charming but not a tale he focused on. He duty to his realm came before everything else.
He eyed the orb as he asked, "And why should I welcome this girl?"
She smirked as if she heard the best joke, "Because you're going to get a lot busier if you don't help her. You don't have to do too much. Just show her the path."
Feeling a sense of dread, he took the orb. It burst into a dark jade colour before vanishing. Showing that he accepted the task.
As Bukura E Dheut vanished in a dark violet cloud, she said on last thing, "She will be guided by a faerie."
So much for that rest he was planning on.
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Post by Cuppy on Sept 11, 2020 8:44:48 GMT
Ofelia
The fairy beside me is the only light illuminating my way, as I’m stumbling over roots and rip my clothes on thorny undergrowth. The more I walk into this forest, the more convinced I get that this place is trying to keep me out. Well, good luck with that. Telling me I can’t go anywhere never made me stay put in a safe place. As there are no safe places anywhere but on the throne beside my mother and father.
“I am Princess Moanna.” I keep mumbling to myself. “And I’m here to find my brother, the purest creature in this world and beyond.”
There is a strange sound coming from the fairy beside my head, and I can’t tell if it’s worry, laughter or an annoyed huff. If fairies are even capable of these emotions.
“We are nearly there. You must hurry, princesa.”
“I am!” I’m almost yelling now, the very moment my shoe gets tangled in a root, and as I’m trying to untangle it, I can’t avoid losing balance, landing face first in the leaves and dirt on the forest floor. /Now/ I am sure that the fairy’s sound is a light laughter.
When I raise my head from the ground, trying to get up, my gaze is falling on a pair of boots, then upwards to the legs, and I’m almost straining my neck trying to get a look on the face belonging to the legs and boots.
“Please don’t let this be the King of the Fae.” I mumble to myself, tasting dirt on my tongue.
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Post by King Áedh Finvarra on Oct 1, 2020 5:42:57 GMT
She was late. At least, I assume she was late. Time was a strange thing for the Fae. It wasn't a straight line like it was for most beings but it wrapped around and folded onto itself. The joke was that one should never ask a Fae their age because even they didn't know the actual answer. Some would give a random number that sounded impressive if asked. It could become interesting at times.
I didn't stay in my realm but a neutral area outside. My realm could be uncomfortable for all living things. I rather not start off this journey by calming a young woman because she was feeling on edge being surrounded by the dead. There was also the chance that she might come face to face with souls that she knew in her last mortal life. We didn't need to borrow trouble before we even began.
Hearing a loud sound, I turned. There was no sense of danger, so I didn't draw my sword. Still, I waited in silence to see what was coming. I didn't have long. Soon, a dark haired woman seemed to crash through the bushes and collapse at my feet. With a confused expression, I glanced behind her to see the sprite laughing. Confirming that the lady was not being chased. It seemed that we would have an eventful start to the journey anyway.
Looking back down at the young woman, I asked, "Are you hurt?"
Bending forward a little, I offered my hand to her, "Let me help."
The little fairy flittered around us, as if it found this whole situation amusing. Such strange things.
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Post by Cuppy on Nov 13, 2020 11:06:11 GMT
Ofelia
There is an almost comical sound when I swallow down my own saliva, my hand shaking when I take his to help me up. Once thankfully on my feet again, my hands are going over the front of my dress, trying to get the dirt and leaves off it. The gesture takes me back to the times when I was a child, dressed in something my mother could never have afforded by herself, and then ruining it by crawling on hands and knees into some tree cave and getting dirt and slime all over me. Some things just never change.
Only that they have to change, because I’m not that girl anymore, I’m the princess the world’s fate lies upon. And darn it, I have to act like it.
“Th-thank you. I’m Ofelia, and this is….”
My gaze goes to the side, expecting the fairy to be there as she always has been, but only staring at thin air.
“...I mean there was...a fairy….”
My voice is trailing off again, feeling more stupid by the second, and thoroughly intimidated by the one standing before me. There is no doubt that this is the man I had been sent out to find. King of the Fae, my saviour or my demise. Right now he looks more like the latter.
“Anyway...I am here to kindly ask for your help. My brother... I was told he has gotten lost here, and we….I mean the world….the mortal world...it needs him.”
Now my mouth is completely dry and I find myself unable to utter even one more word.
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Post by King Áedh Finvarra on Jul 16, 2021 9:59:44 GMT
Making sure to keep ahold of her hand, so she did not fall over. I nodded as she made her introductions while flustered. Fairies were good for that. It seemed this one was having a laugh at the dark-haired woman's expense. It seems some things never changed.
With a warm smile, "I am well acquainted with fairies. I'm sure it will pop up when it's bored. T'is their nature. I'm sure you've noticed."
After she explained a few things, I nodded, "I am King Áedh Finvarra. King of the Dead. Well, one of the realms. There are many. I shall help you as I can, but even though the mortal world needs him, you need to look after yourself as well. Your kingdom cannot afford to lose you after finally finding you again."
I had heard of her story, and I had met her many times as she passed from one life to another. She might not remember. The living rarely ever remembered death and that is how it should be.
Giving her a moment to collect herself, I asked, "Shall we find a place to talk and maybe some food and drink?"
Something told me that she would at least need water and I might need something a bit stronger if how events were unfolding were any indication.
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