To all,
My apologies to all for the tardy submission of Chapter 9. My muse and inspiration for writing this series has taken a hiatus, due to plague, family, work, and home repair. Her editing skills are sorely missed.
Alas, my personal motivation evaporated, so it was time to pull up the big boy shorts.. As in all things with life, one muddles through, and carries on.
Here is chapter 9.
Any Fae, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, has been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of North East Fae.
Chapter 9
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Priss and Glenda were first to vault up and try and become ready. The queen shot up and went shoulder to shoulder with Priss and Glenda. Drew was clueless on what was happening. Ginny, being non-magical, did not feel the evil essence that came with the gust of cold.
In a manner of seconds, all were enveloped in a swirl of dark clouds and shadow. Drew was fighting for his life against an enemy he could barely see. There was a choking sound beside him, and in the middle of his own fight for life, he could see the shadow tendrils choking Ginny.
He summoned his own power and started to fight the shadows and smoke with a blue light and power. He could feel the lessening of the shadows, but he could not get enough release to get to Ginny.
He could feel and see the life being drained from her body by her unseen foe.
Then the room was bathed in a crimson glow. A beam of pure power shot past Drew and struck the being draining Ginny. The red beam caused the shadow creature to scream in agony and shrivel up and vanish. Ginny slumped to the ground choking and gulping for air.
In Drew's fight with his own shadow creature, he twisted his head to see the source of the crimson glow in the room. His heart stopped, ached, and then fear gripped him.
Elevated above the playpen was his daughter, or what used to be his daughter. Sarah was now something out of legend. Her wings were twice or three times their normal size. They were dark blood red, but glowing and pulsating with an inner light. Her eyes were red spots of glowing molten metal. There was a full body halo of energy pulsing around her. Anger and malevolence pulsated from her being.
A glittering sparkling energy grew from her wings and shot out to burn and destroy Drew's shadow creature. He could feel its agony, as he pushed its crumbling and dying essence away. All the shadows in the room met the same fate. Only one survived and fled in fear.
As the last of the shadows fled or succumb, the light of candles resumed to light the room. A little winged girl floated over to her mother and curled into her arms gurgling and cooing. She nuzzled into her mother's embrace and immediately went back to sleep as if nothing abnormal had just occurred.
The magic users in the room took a seat, shared their glasses of wine, and remained silent. More would be spoken later of this incident, they just stared at the little girl. Not understanding.
They all knew that the power she just exhibited was beyond normal for any Fae. Yet here she was, calmly sleeping in her mother's arms.
***
The Fae council was called into emergency session. Their only stated desire was to get the child and her father to a safe location where the two of them could be protected.
'Protected' Drew thought. Since this nightmare started not so long ago, Drew had heard continual talk about the Fae council. 12 Fae of enormous political and magical power. All of them continually fighting for position and political spin. Shifting alliances, cutthroat politics, it made Game of Thrones look childish.
"Trust no one, count on no one, believe little to none of which you hear or are promised from those of the Fae Council," Queen Isabella had stated, "well except for me of course." She had added
The Council sent out word of their desire to 'gather and protect' the unfortunate Fae/human hybrids.
One phrase was returned.
"Fuck Off"
***
Priss leaned back against the tree and just smiled. Glenda was fussing with baby Sarah while Drew was 'taking a walk' with Ginny.
"Where are we exactly?" Ginny asked again for the 10
th
time. She was walking in a field of sparkly grass, looking at a sky that should have been night but was way too blue and ...perfect? to be real. The forest they were walking through had a fairytale feel to it, just too perfect, almost illustrated.
"I have no idea baby. I am just along for the ride like you are. I just knew we could not stay home. Those things came right out of thin air." Drew responded.
"Yes, but you are magic and so is our daughter. What am I, just a muggle?" Genny got quiet and watched a dragon take off from a rock outcropping high in the mountains.
"We are not in Kansas anymore," commented Drew as she turned to look at him. She could see he was as amazed as she was.
"You really aren't lying, are you? You have never been here before have you?" she questioned.
Drew watched the dragon flag its wings to gain altitude and responded, "No baby, we are in this craziness together."
***
"Fuck off? That's the answer I get? Fuck off?" stormed Sarneth. "Fuck Off,' from that succubae. I am a high king with my people! I am head of the Fae Council!" he screamed as he stomped through his private office suits.
Filra just rolled her eyes and let him vent. As a member of the Fae council she could see his point, but he was dealing with Priss, a strong intelligent woman that was no slouch when it came to her own power. She was also one of the most politically astute outliers that Filra had ever seen.
She always wondered how many of the council Priss had fucked over the ages for her to be so connected. Filra had personal experience with the exquisite connections made with Priss. She had spent many a night with the beautiful succubae.