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[ominous-faechild]

FAERIE'S DAWN (f4-2)

CHAPTER 4: ON WHAT GROUNDS? (part 2)

CHARACTERS:

⚜ Scamall O'Moyner (pov) ⚜ Spéir O'Moyner

SETTING:

[a wild, overgrown forest plane] [in the midst of talamhdé] [in a clearing within the forest] [night; clear]

approx. 1 BA (talamhdé timeline)

story intro table of contents chapter one < last part next part >

Scamall: (voice thick) "—I would-wouldn't do anything to hurt them…"

Scamall: [hesitantly looks back up, pressing her back against the earthen wall behind her and anxiously scanning the broken Faewilde around them]

Scamall: (pleadingly) "not—not even take their essence, if that's what you think! I—I mean, I don't even think I even could, but—..."

[She didn't even have to finish. The pressure immediately, completely eased around her following the first statement. And, before she started to trail off, Talamhdé slowly floated back together]

[Now, Talamhdé formed a forest much more peaceful than the one that'd fallen apart on them. It was no longer full of unruly, tangled thickets forming literal barriers. Now, it seemed like one of Talamhdé's typical forests… with an endless array of wobbly trees, wild nature, and endless magical phenomena causing all kinds of chaos]

Earth: [and, finally, spits Nova out, leaving them splayed across the forest floor, unconscious]

Air: [shudders again with one final echo, though it's weaker and quieter than before) "pro…tec… t…"

Scamall:

Scamall:

Scamall:

Scamall: [slowly, hesitantly looks down at Nova]

Nova: [passed out in the dirt, shivering. Slowly twists in place to curl into a ball, forehead against their knees and arms wrapped around themself]

Scamall: [and looks down at Spéir, in her arms]

Spéir: [tense all over, the blood he'd coughed up staining his shirt and arm]

Spéir: [despite that, only has his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, and ears lowered thoughtfully as he stares at Nova himself]

Spéir: [seemingly completely unaware of Scamall watching him]

Scamall: (voice weak, barely manages to get out) "Spéir."

Spéir: [ears flick backwards, tense, as he quickly looks up at her]

Scamall: [flashes a weak—uncertain—grin]

Scamall: [her ears lowered and brow furrowed, weakly) "are you okay?"

Spéir:

Spéir: [coughs and clears his throat awkwardly, but quickly takes control of the air around him to float and push himself out of her arms, then land solidly on his feet]

Spéir: [coughs even more as he flexes and stretches his arms and shoulders… all while his back is turned to Scamall, his eartips are angled diagonally backwards, and he stares at Nova]

Spéir: [finally, slowly comes to a stop in his stretching and coughing]

Spéir: (words just as slow, speaks hesitantly, his voice thick) "… yeah. Just… tried to use too much magic. Ate some ambrosia. Feel much better now."

Spéir: [and hesitantly looks over his shoulder at her, forcing a smile… though his eyebrows are furrowed and concern is clear]

Spéir: (carefully, voice still thick) "are you okay…?"

Scamall:

Scamall: [face flickers—]

Scamall: [face and legs collapse. Falls to her knees, bringing her hands to her face as she breaks out crying]

Spéir: [sighs, an awkward, pained smile coming to his lips]

Spéir: [quickly—but clumsily, still uncoordinated from his overextension—stumbles forward to drop in front of Scamall and—]

Spéir: [wraps his arms around her shoulders, hugging her tight]

Scamall: [just cries against him, her cloudy afro condensing into a waterfall that drips down her head and pours into her dress. Finally processing the panic of everything that just happened—]

Scamall: (sobbing) "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I—"

Spéir: [moves his hand to the back of her head, rubbing it comfortingly and pressing her face into his shoulder]

Spéir: (voice thick and strangled still) "no, it's fine, Scamall. You've always been the nicer one between us. You just wanted to protect someone who helped us. I get it."

Spéir: [hesitates—]

Scamall: [hair slows in its drizzle, but continues pouring down into her dress before its magic rejoins her form. All the while, just quietly cries into Spéir, relieved by his understanding—] :'D

Spéir: [—sighs heavily, squeezing her tighter]

Scamall: [metaphorically melts into him, hugging him tighter for a moment in return as she hiccups]

Spéir: (grudgingly) "… plus… it would probably be better to have someone else with us…"

Spéir: [shifts around Scamall as he turns to look over his shoulder, at Nova]

Spéir: [snarling slightly; bitterly) although… I don't think they are a good faerie to fill that spot…

Spéir: [tenses for a moment, but quickly eases up and sighs again]

Spéir: [turns to face her again, lowering his hand from the back of her head to rub her back comfortingly]

Spéir: (softly—though his voice is still rough from coughing—says) "… so don't beat yourself up, okay?"

Scamall: [feebly nods, sobbing and hiccupping as she clings to her brother]

Spéir:

Spéir: [gives her one more squeeze, then, awkwardly) "… we should probably set up camp, yeah?"

Scamall:

Scamall: [hiccups and sniffles again, but hesitantly pulls away from Spéir to wipe her tears away with the backs of her hands]

Scamall: [finally, opens her eyes to meet Spéir's with hers full of tears, her eartips against her shoulders, and a weak smile on her lips]

Spéir: [watching her worriedly, but carefully. Clearly analyzing her as he most often did when struggling to come to decisions]

Scamall: (weakly) "yeah."

Spéir:

Spéir: [offers her a weak smile]

Spéir: [and, finally, taking a deep breath, glides to his feet with a gust of wind, then offers his hand to help her stand]

Spéir: (gently) "c'mon. I got you."

Scamall: [lets him help her to her feet, only using a bit of wind to aid her]

Siblings: [and, hand-in-hand, hesitantly step over to Nova]

Nova: [still curled in a ball in the same spot as before… naturally, considering they were passed out and Talamhdé had left them to the siblings]

[Or, well… any other kind of fae-creature could've tried going after them, but…]

Scamall: [despite Talamhdé's leaving Nova in their hands, she had a feeling it was still watching them. And that, if they failed to protect Nova, it would step in itself]

Nova: [a small, surprisingly human-looking androgynous faerie… on a surface level. They had warm peach skin, an endless amount of plain brown freckles, and long, ridiculously curly vermillion hair that distorted into the surrounding environment as it got further from their scalp. More typical for a faerie—and suggesting they might be a nature faerie—they had long, pointed ears; fawn-like legs; wooden hands and forearms; two long antennae stretching from their forehead; and delicate snow-white, mothlike eyelashes]

Nova: [last but not least: although their eyes were closed, Scamall had gotten plenty of time earlier to be able to picture their vivid purple eyes, surrounded by a golden ring and lilac sclerae]

Nova: [… even for a faerie, they were far from normal]

[And so was the fact that their whole form was semi-translucent and flickering…]

Siblings: [sigh in near-unison as they look down at Nova]

Siblings: [then hesitate, turning to look at each other awkwardly]

Siblings: [and force awkward smiles, their eartips drooping]

Scamall: [awkwardly looks away from Spéir, raising her free hand to bury it in her hair]

Scamall: (voice soft, awkward, and apologetic) "sorry, I…"

Spéir: [at the same time, squeezed her hand in his, eyebrows furrowing in worry as he watches her]

Spéir: (gently) "Scamall…—"

Spéir: [but goes quiet as they accidently interrupted each other]

Scamall: [hesitantly looks back to him, face pinched in unease]

Scamall: [gently pulling her hand from his, anxiously) "their form is weak… I'm going to give them some ambrosia."

Spéir: [face twisted in surprise for a moment as she pulled her hand from his, but just as quickly went empty again as he listened to her speak]

Spéir: [sighing heavily, looks away and runs a hand back through his hair]

Spéir: (with his sigh, defeatedly) "… alright."

Scamall: [offers a weak smile even though he's turned away from her—in case he looked back—but quickly drops it to kneel down beside Nova. Awkwardly fishes through the many pockets hidden under the ruffles of her dress in search for an ambrosia square, buried deep within the fabric]

Spéir: (at the same time, hesitantly looking back down at her, voice soft) "I'm going to set up camp by myself. Do whatever you need to for them, alright?"

Scamall: [hesitates, caught off-guard]

Scamall: [can't help a small smile, ears drooping and eyebrows furrowing slightly]

Scamall: (gently) "thank you, Spéir. I know this isn't easy for you."

Spéir: [face flickers, jumping from indignant, to embarrassed, and quickly settling on irritable as he purses his lips and turns his face away]

Spéir: [ears low and pointed back in irritation, grumbles) "I never said that."

Scamall: [giggles softly, raising a hand to cover the lower half of her face. At the same time, draws her other hand—and a square of ambrosia—from one of her pockets]

Scamall: [fae-tipped ears lowered back slyly, teases gently) "oh, you didn't have to say." ;)

Spéir: [scoffs—and, though Scamall can't see it, she knows he's rolling his eyes as he turns away]

Spéir: [stepping away, sulkingly) "whatever."

Scamall: [snorts, then gives a longer giggle]

Spéir: [gives a heavy sigh, his back still turned to her. And yet smiling softly]

Poor, sleepy Nova. 😌

What do you guys think of Spéir and Scamall's relationship? I swear, I didn't even mean to make them mirror each others' actions half the time, it just happened lmao

story intro table of contents chapter one < last part next part >

dividers from @thecutestgrotto, @thyming, and @saradika

[greenisms]

Final Destination Bloodlines thoughts (pros and cons - I honestly complained a good amount I’m sorry. This genuinely tuned into a problems I had w the film post. Even though I did enjoy the movie)

(Also just my opinions. I am not trying to argue or discredit anyone’s thoughts in any offensive way. )

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PROS

Ok the kills were super fun as always. Loved the nod to Terri’s death in FD1. I loved the whole shiny as a penny (heheh) 60s vibe of the opening tragedy / premonition. The effects were so cool in particular because the FD crew fully commits to the fire (there were seriously stunt people on fire, like in fd3). Also I liked the characters and how the bloodlines thing was explained. It made you wonder how many of the other accidents from prior films consisted of people branched out from SkyView survivors. I loved the complicated sibling relationship. Also — it was beautiful to see Tony Todd’s character again and we got to know some more about him.

CONS / OTHER

I MISSED THE ORIGINAL SCORE. WHY WASNT IT THERE. :( okay, next:

I missed having the “signs” - the little clues and hints towards what was to come in a character death. Genuinely felt this was lacking after the premonition, and instead we got this whole she can see it like a puzzle “like math” thing from the protagonist. Who gets ominous vibes, which…okay I get it but it felt like a cop out. Reduced the investment and enjoyment of the death foreplay (?) a little with that, and instead just made me anticipate a random climax (…?) of a death. I thought it was fun how the previous films felt like they involved you more to seek out the signs or get clues. I also missed seeing references to 180. Maybe I didn’t notice it and correct me if I’m wrong but there was not even one fun reference to (flight) 180.

Also the piercing dude being a relative made sense to me? He could have survived the fire chaos and so death would skip him temporarily and go on to his sister. So it seemed random and out of place that they made him not related and death just killed him because he is being a pain in the ass

Last, this is isnt a con exactly, but I’m a bit surprised people are saying this is the best tragedy and the best film in the series. The original 3 films particularly made you care about the characters and their relationships too, and the bloodlines lore wasn’t even needed for that. I feel like the first 3 films deserve a lot more credit than they are given.

[smilesrobotlover]

Now I must know

What are your headcanons on how first became the FD

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON HEHEHEHEH

ok so. After the battle between Hylia and Demise, she decided to bring her people, the Hylians, up to the sky to keep them away from Demise’s wrath. He was sealed away but he was still on the surface where he could harm her people. The Sheikah stayed behind to watch over the seal and were blessed with protection from Hylia, and then skyloft was formed. However, any Hylian that was left behind on the surface were… let’s just say they did not have a good time. Unfortunately, First was one of the Hylians. Now he was dead, so ofc he didn’t go to the sky with the rest of the Hylians. But being on the surface instead of in the sky did something to his spirit. Instead of being taken to the sacred realm where he could rest, he was taken to a strange world. A world that was not touched by any of the golden goddesses. A world that was littered with demons and deities fighting for power. Termina. With his spirit taken to Termina, he was turned into the fierce deity due to magical bs powers. But he doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t remember Hylia, his friends, or his past. I kinda wanna write a fic about fierce slowly learning about who he was in the beginning while fighting demons threatening the mortals of Termina (this is what got him the name Fierce Deity. He was a powerful fighter but was benevolent, so he wasn’t considered a demon to most people). The thing is, Fierce is too different from First. The core beliefs of protecting others isn’t gone, but the personality has changed. Fierce changed. But he does remember Hylia and the comfort she brought him.

I’m just gonna ramble about my Termina lore lol. Termina is a very stagnant place, very empty, and noticeably darker than Hyrule. Since so many demons and deities fought for power, a lot of sages in Termina used their magic to seal each deity and demon into masks. They couldn’t be destroyed, but they could be restrained. There’s superstition with masks since it’s believed that when you put on a mask, that deity or demon’s power is able to break free. The only way to ultimately free the demon from the mask is to destroy it. Luckily, the dangerous masks are hidden away, so most masks are harmless. Anyways, Majora was the most powerful demon and there was an ultimate battle between him and Fierce. In the end, Majora was sealed away, but because of Fierce’s power, he was sealed away as well since everyone feared his strange and neutral power. They didn’t know what he was capable of. The only deity that wasn’t sealed away was the mysterious Goddess of Time, and that’s cuz she never showed herself physically. She’s the ONLY deity that resides in Termina, but she’s not as powerful as the golden three (hence why she used to her time powers to draw in a hero from another world to save them from destruction if you catch my drift ;))

Now, I hinted at this in my fic with Fierce and Talon, but Fierce has grown bitter and hateful towards mortals. As First he was framed and imprisoned for years. As the FD, he was helpful and got sealed away. Mortals do not impress him in any way because they’re always selfish and unjust

But yeah, there’s a lot of lore surrounding my fierce and first haha XD I don’t care if I’m spoiling anything I’ve wanted to share this lore so bad. That’s why I’m stoked about playing MM so I can learn more about Termina more. To me, it CANT be another country in the world of Hyrule, I fully believe that it’s a parallel universe. But yeah.

TLDR; First’s spirit was taken and transformed into the Fierce Deity after he was left behind on the surface and taken to Termina since there was no godly influence to protect him. :)

[leonawriter]

Current progress: File 668

I still love reading the "Screaming Witch in the White FD" case purely because of the Sato lore!

And other cases like the "Kojima competition" and "Mackerel, Carp, Sea Bream, and Flounder" are fun because of- for one thing, there's the wordplay, and for another thing, there's the way it hints further at "Okiya Subaru" and his hidden depths. And trust me, it was so much fun reading thst when it was new and fresh and no one knew yet, so we were all just theorising still!

The current case is also a great one, because the one-off (afaik) character is blind... and instantly pegs Conan as older than he seems to those who can see.

Look at the smile on his face at being recognised but not being in danger of being outed because of it!!

[daggryet]

Phil: Wilbur is my only son, Techno is my good friend, and Tommy is a kid that I sometimes care about kek

Techno: nah I don't got no family

Tommy and Wilbur: Phil is our dad :DDD Techno is our brother :DDD And we are also each other's brothers :DDDD

pls guys

what is the truth...

everyone on the entire planet: yeah sbi fd isn't canon in the dream smp lore, that makes sense with both the characters and plots...wait what's that? it's wilbur soot with a throwaway comment hinting at a blood relation between c!wilbur and c!tommy!

[deanswaywardgirl]

Keeping Faith (Having Faith Part 2)

A/N: Okay, so this is part two to the Having Faith mini-series. I hope you guys enjoy it. I know it took awhile for me to post, but there was quite a bit of editing to be done: adding, deleting, things like that. Enjoy! :)

Six months. Six months of searching and worrying and barely sleeping. Every night, Dean dreamt of her. Faith, the woman he loved in the lethal hands of Michael, the archangel. Every night, she died in his arms, just when he'd found her again, Michael killed her again and again, and Dean awoke in soaked sheets and the images replaying in his head.

Swallowing hard, he threw the blankets off and got up out of bed, turning his attention to the alarm clock, hidden behind several empty beer and whiskey bottles, and noted that it was only a little after two in the morning. He licked his lips and headed out of his room to the library, needing to get started again. He had to find her. Going without her was only sending him to an early grave.

Dean swallowed hard again, and was slightly surprised to see Sam awake, already reading up on angel lore, his laptop open with a police scanner on the screen. Dean smiled softly. Sam loved her too, they were practically siblings at this point. Sam always called her the smallest Winchester.

"Hey," Dean croaked, approaching the table where everybody's initials stared at him. The 'FD' mocked his pain, making his heart clench in his chest. He then forced his eyes to his brother. "Find anything?" he asked.

"Not yet, but I'm looking. I've got other hunters out, I've got Jody and Donna on the look out. It's like Michael's taken her underground or something. There's just nothing." Dean swallowed hard and looked at all the lore before shaking his head and sinking into a chair. "Dean.."

"We have to find her, Sam. It's been six months and there's been nothing." He looked at Sam, only to catch his eye. "Why'd she do it, man? How could she make that deal?"

"She did it for you, Dean," Sam said quietly. "Yea, and look at me now. Did she really think I'd be okay with her gone? That I could shrug the loss off and keep going like...." he shook his head and dropped his eyes to the floor. "No, but at least you have a chance to save her. Which is more than she would've had with you at the bottom of the ocean. Dean, she loved you. You were everything to her. And she knew I couldn't lose my brother."

Sam swallowed hard and ran his hands through his hair. "Dean, we will find her, I promise you. We won't stop til we do." Dean nodded and stood up, headed to the kitchen. He wasn't sure if he believed Sam or not, the images from his nightmares plaguing him once again. He rubbed his eyes as he set upon making him and Sam breakfast, because he needed to do something. Hearing the iron door open and close, he moved back to the library and saw Castiel decend the stairs. "Anything?" Dean asked, clenching his jaw. Castiel sighed and shook his head.

"Nothing. I'm sorry, Dean." The elder Winchester nodded and went to walk away before sweeping every book off the table and walking away. Sam jumped and closed his eyes for a moment as he listened to Dean's footsteps fade down the hallway. When the silence took over, Sam looked up at Cas who looked as sorrowful as he felt. "We have to find her, Cas, I'm not sure how much longer we have before Dean goes out looking and probably gets himself killed." The angel nodded and turned his blue eyes to the exit Dean took, then glanced back at Sam. "Sam, we will find Faith. I won't stop looking. Just don't lose-" "Faith? I'm hoping we haven't already." He leaned back against the table and folded his hands in front of him before looking at the laptop screen, at the police scanner that announced every day random violence, but nothing that concerned them in their current predicament.

It was then the iron door opened once more and a girl, bloodied and broken appeared, barely conscious. "Sam? Cas?" It was then she fell, her eyes falling closed. "Faith!" Sam called. Castiel disappeared and reappeared at the top of the stairs, catching the girl in his arms and looking down at her. He gently brushed the hair out of her face and looked down at Sam, with a nod. Sam took the stairs two at a time, meeting him at the top, an unconscious Faith in his arms. "We need to get her to the infirmary now!" he said and lifted the girl into his arms. "Go get Dean, I got her." Castiel nodded and took off in the other direction in search for the older Winchester. Sam laid the girl down carefully and started assessing her wounds, every now and then watching her face. He breathed heavily, unable to keep the hint of a smile off his face. "Don't worry, Faith, you're safe now."

"Faith?" Dean called, coming into view. Sam immediately backed away as Dean took his place, cupping her face in his hand and looking her over. "My god, what did he do to you?" he whispered, his breathing shaky. "What happened?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her, sliding his hand into hers. "There's no telling, Dean, she just walked in and passed out. Cas caught her," Sam said as he circled around to the other side of the bed. Dean nodded and leaned down, kissing her forehead tenderly, letting his lips linger for a moment before he kissed her again. "You're safe now, sweetheart. We're all here," Dean whispered, setting his hand on the top of her head and rubbing her forehead with his thumb. "You're gonna be okay," he whispered, afraid that she'd disappear before his eyes if he let go of her. A tear fell down his cheek as he was unable to believe she was here. She was home. "Sammy, clean her up, I'll be back."

"No, you should be here in case she wakes up. I'm gonna go make some calls," Sam told him and smiled down at Faith, then leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly as well. "Welcome home, sweetheart," he whispered to her before clapping Dean on the shoulder and leaving the room. Dean sat on the edge of the bed and started cleaning her wounds, making sure to be gentle as some were deeper and worse off than others. He shook his head and sighed when he heard his name.

"Dean?" a soft voice whispered, earning his attention. A smile crept across his lips as he locked eyes with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen. "Hey, sweetheart. Shh, just get some rest. You're alright, now, you're safe." The girl gazed up at him and let the tears fall, her breathing shaky as her grip on his hand tightened. "I'm home?" she asked, her voice just a whisper. "You're home, Faith. Right where you belong," Dean told her and stroked her cheek with his free hand. Faith leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, holding his hand to her face. "Can you sit up?" he asked, earning a nod. He helped her to sit up and gently pulled her into his lap, cradling her head to his chest, rocking her back and forth. "I gotcha, sweetheart, and I'm never letting you go again," he told her, kissing the top of her head before setting his chin there.

He let her cry, and just held her, whispering reassurances to her to keep her calm and remind her that he was there beside her, never to let her go again. Faith buried her face in his neck, clenching his jacket in her fist, her knuckles white as she cried. It was an hour before she'd cried herself back to sleep in Dean's arms, but Dean couldn't bare to part with her as he watched her sleep so peacefully in his arms. He kissed her forehead tenderly once more and glanced up when Sam came into the room, swallowing hard. "She okay?" he asked, quietly. Dean shook his head and glanced down at her, then set his chin back on top of her head.

"Doubt it. She's resting, but..." Dean glanced down at Faith, who had started whimpering. "Shh, sweetheart, I'm here. You're safe, I promise," he whispered and kissed her forehead once more. Licking his lips, he turned his eyes back to his brother. "I don't know what Michael did to her, but I will find out.." "Dean, you should stay here. When she wakes up, she'll need you. We'll worry about Michael later," Sam said, his eyes falling back to Faith as he sighed. "She doesn't look good. Almost skeletal," he said, swallowing hard. Dean swallowed hard as he turned his eyes to his brother.

"Sammy, go make her something to eat, would you? Maybe something light. Who knows how long it's been since she last ate, I don't wanna overdo it," he said and clenched his jaw. Sam nodded and watched the two of them together, then left the room. Dean took her hand into his and stroked the top with his thumb. Bruises littered her skin from head to toe and it only made Dean angrier at the archangel responsible.

"I promise you, sweetheart, I will make him pay. If it's the last god forsaken thing I do, I will make him pay. As long as you come back to me. I don't know what you went through with him, I'm not sure it'd do me any good to know, but I need you to come back to me. I will help you through it, I swear. No matter how deep the scars are or how long it takes, I will help you get through all of it. You've always been there to help me through the crap, Faith. The nightmares, all of it. Let me help you for once. Just come home and we'll get through it together." Dean swallowed hard as he watched her sleep, then kissed her forehead again.

It was a few days before Faith said a word to either of them. She spent most of her time sleeping or eating, mostly at Dean's request. She always ate as much as she could stomach, stopping at the slightest hint of queasiness. Dean didn't like it, but he acquiesced, biting his tongue. TWO WEEKS LATER

"Michael, no! Don't hurt them, take me!" Faith screamed, and turned over, arching her back before rolling back onto his side. "Please! Please, no! Dean, Sam! Take me!" she cried, a death grip on her pillow.

Lightbulbs exploded in her room and down the hall. Dean and Sam glanced at each other as the bunker rumbled, both of them bolting for her room. They both tried the knob, but the door didn't budge. Dean glanced at Sam and back at the door before counting to three, both of them delivering their strongest kicks, breaking the door down, each man taking a side of the bed. "Faith, sweetheart, wake up!" Dean called, taking her wrists and pinning them down. Faith's eyes opened, a glowing blue, and before Dean could resist, he went flying outside the room against the wall. "Castiel!" Sam called. The angel appeared and placed two fingers to her forehead, knocking her out completely, the room going silent.

"She'll sleep now." Sam moved to his brother and helped him to his feet, both of them moving towards her bed. Dean clenched his jaw as he watched her. He didn't blame her. He had no idea the Hell Michael had inflicted on her, in more ways than one. But it had obviously left scars that he couldn't heal in a matter of hours of her return. Glancing up at Castiel, he breathed deeply.

"Tell me you found him," Dean growled, his whole being shaking in fury. Castiel sighed, his eyes still on Faith's sleeping form. "I haven't. He's disappeared, Dean, completely." "We have to find him, we have to dream root her head, something. She can't keep going like this. We have no idea what he did to her, and we can't help her until we figure it out," he shouted, swallowing hard. "I can't leave her like this, I won't." Sam licked his lips and sat on the edge of the bed, and wiped his hand over his face.

"Maybe we should use dream root. Ask her straight out," Sam suggested, then turned and looked at his brother. "Okay, then that's what we'll do," Dean replied, swallowing thickly. He turned his eyes back to his sleeping girlfriend and breathed deeply. Both of them glanced at Castiel. "Are you coming with us?" Dean asked. Castiel glanced at Dean, then at Sam, then at Faith. "No, you two should do this. You're her boys, her family. I'll stay here and keep watch. If she got away without him knowing, he could be looking for her." Both boys glanced at each other and back down at the sleeping girl. "If he is, it doesn't matter. He's not taking her again," Dean growled, clenching his jaw. Sam sighed and nodded.

"Agreed." He stood up and moved to the door. "I'll go get the dream root. Dean, grab a couple strands of hair, I'll be back." Dean nodded and turned back to her, taking her hand into his. "We're gonna get you back, sweetheart, just stay with us, alright?" he asked, and stroked her cheek, then leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I should've found you sooner. Protected you. But, I'm here now, alright? I promise. I'm right here."

It was then Sam returned with two mugs of African dream root. Dean plucked two strands of brown hair from Faith's head and dropped a strand each into the dream root. He took one of Faith's hands, Sam, the other, and the two downed the dream root, laying beside her. Cas put two fingers to both Winchesters' heads and left the room, closing the door behind him.

A/N: Let me know how you liked it and if there should be a part three...I’m putting together of details right now, and could really use the help. Thank you!

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[ominous-faechild]

FAERIE'S DAWN (f3-1)

CHAPTER 3: “NATURAL” OBSTACLES (part 1)

CHARACTERS:

⚜ Scamall O'Moyner (pov) ⚜ Spéir O'Moyner

SETTING:

[a wild, overgrown forest plane] [outside the dominion of Kilrey] [in the middle of the forest] [night; magic storm-blizzard]

approx. 1 BA (talamhdé timeline)

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Scamall: [quickly pulls her hand from Spéir's after they travel a distance away from Nova, turning away from him and crossing her arms… but moreso doing the latter for comfort]

Spéir: [hesitantly looks back to her, fae-ears low and his face twisted in pain]

Spéir: (voice thick) "Scamall…"

Scamall: [sucks in a sharp, shaky breath as her hair storms and she struggles not to cry... or snap]

Spéir: [half-sighs, half-growls, putting his head in his hand]

Spéir: (grumbles) "this is your fault, for trusting—"

Scamall: [eye twitches—]

Scamall: [swiftly flips on her heel, turning to pierce Spéir with a glare]

Scamall: (snaps) "no, you know what this was!? YOUR fault, for being so AGGRESSIVE! They only reached for that ambrosia because you scared them!"

Spéir: [flexes his jaw, face twitching, as he stews on his own response—]

Essence: [flares behind them as Nova and Kilrey fight… and Nova is clearly on the losing side, her essence dying away quickly]

Scamall: [twists in place to violently jab a finger in their direction]

Scamall: (voice hard and raised) "they were brave enough to sacrifice thems—"

Spéir: [snarling, throws his hands up and interrupts) "they took responsibility for their own mistake!"

Scamall: (voice sharp and shrill) "what!?"

Scamall: [steps forward, snarling and with gales of wind speeding around them—]

Spéir: [funny! Does the exact same thing!]

Spéir: [crossing his arms, continues stubbornly) "Imagine what you'd ha—"

Both: [freeze]

Both: [shocked, look over their shoulders in Nova's direction again]

Both: [… can feel all too well that Nova shattered Kilrey's will.]

Both: [jaws drop almost in sync—]

Scamall: [turns to face the direction Nova's in again, mindlessly taking a few steps—]

Spéir: [grabs her hand, stopping her]

Spéir: (incredulously) "Scamall!?"

Scamall: [snarling again, flips on her heel to pierce him with a murderous glare]

Scamall: (harshly) "that fae not only tried to sacrifice themself for us, but they overpowered a Goddamned archfaerie WITH A FRACTION OF HIS ESSENCE!"

Scamall: [yanks her hand from his, snarling still, before finishing) "if you're REALLY so uptight that you don't want ANYTHING to do with them, then MAYBE I don't want anything to do with YOU!"

Spéir: [mouth falls open, eyes wide and turning shiny… but stunned silent]

Scamall: [huffs, brushing him off and flipping on her heel to hurry after Nova… who was probably giving Kilrey instructions, judging by how he was still there]

Scamall: [… though she had no idea what Nova could be ordering him to do.]

Scamall: [but pushes that thought from her mind, chewing her lip and scanning the woods around them]

Blizzard: [slowly dying out]

[“The Quaking” is what the residents of Talamhdé called the random bouts of frenzied electricity in the air, earthquakes, and sudden natural disasters that'd randomly strike the planes. Although few had reason to even suspect it, Scamall and Spéir were among the few to know it only happened when God was enraged]

[Thankfully, the Quaking was quickly dying down, leaving the ever-shifting Faewilde forest ominously silent and still.]

Scamall: (to herself, incredulously) … there's no way that's related to them, right…? The storm's just passed… and… the Quaking never really lasts that long…

Kilrey: [far in the distance, starts heading back off to his town]

Scamall: [distracted from her previous thought; can't help a weak smile or keep the proud tears from swelling in her eyes]

Scamall: fae, I may not know who you are… but I'm proud of you. And I'm going to help you.

Spéir: [finally chases after her, though he's dead silent as he trails behind her, shoulders slumped and his hands awkwardly in his pockets]

Scamall: [ignores him, reconsidering everything she knew about him… even though she'd known him for almost the entire time she'd been alive]

Scamall: (finishing her thought) … no matter what he thinks.

Nova: [collapses and passes out… but all the siblings can really tell is that he isn't moving]

Spéir: [silent for a while as they walk, but finally, awkwardly speaks up, his voice soft) "I just… want to make sure you're safe, Scamall…"

Scamall: [bites her tongue to keep from snapping at him, just continuing through the forest]

[The forest is made up of wobbly, ever-moving trees; hanging branches and swathes of moss; and an endless amount of gnarled roots that all shifted to try to get in their way and block their passage]

[As a land suffused with raw magic, Talamhdé was constantly shifting and changing. It almost seemed to be conscious, and purposely maneuvered itself to make travelling through it annoying… if not outright dangerous.]

Siblings: [had been travelling through various planes of Talamhdé for years, learning to navigate its ever-changing ways and live off of its power, but…]

[The forest is being especially difficult right now.]

Spéir: [uncharacteristically quiet and unhelpful behind Scamall as—]

[the trees creeeaaaaaaakkkkk noisily as they, their branches, and the roots all shift, blocking the siblings' passage toward Nova]

Scamall: [growls under her breath, face twisted into a snarl]

Spéir: [still just watching her silently from behind]

Scamall: [may not be looking with her eyes, but can see well enough with the air and her aura—]

Spéir: [frowning slightly. Has one arm crossed, its hand cupped under the other's elbow, and his other hand curled around his cheek as he watches her]

Scamall: [fae-ears low and hair storming in anger, bites her tongue to keep from snapping—]

Scamall: (wants to scream) YOU'RE BEING THIS STUBBORN ABOUT THEM!? YOU WON'T EVEN FREAKING HELP ME!?

Scamall: [—at the same time, dissolved into air to try to push herself through the gaps between the branches, but—]

Scamall: [slams into an invisible wall formed by the very same Faewilde magic that moved the trees to begin with]

Scamall: [gasps in pain and from surprise, reforming in the air as she flies back from the barrier—]

Spéir: [carefully catches her from behind, one hand around her shoulder and the other at the small of her back]

Scamall: [stunned from the impacts—]

Spéir: [peers down at her, his face unreadable, before quickly looking back up at the barrier and helping Scamall stand]

Scamall: [clenches her jaw, ears low and tears forming in her eyes from anger, but—]

Spéir: (voice light, impassive) "it stops at the treetops. We can fly above it."

Scamall:

Scamall: [hesitates, shocked. Hadn't actually thought he was paying enough attention to try to help… much less actually be willing to.]

Spéir: [as she takes too long to respond, looks at her over his shoulder with his fae-ears twitching up curiously. An eyebrow quirked, offers his hand and asks, deadpan) "ready?"

Scamall: [swallows, looking away as her ears droop in shame]

Scamall: [just lets out a slow, heavy sigh as she takes his hand]

Scamall: (tiredly) "yeah."

Spéir: [nods, looking toward the sky as he swells his essence around them—]

Scamall: [relaxes her magic around her body, lightening it and preparing—]

Siblings: [with a joint gust of wind, push themselves into the air, soaring above the treetops. Except… quickly slow down before they can hit the skybox, coming to a stop in midair]

Spéir: [not looking at Scamall, easily peers through the darkness and at the array of trees between them and Nova]

Spéir: [taking charge as always; evenly speaks above the wind) "we can probably fly past any barriers while we're up here. If anything comes after us, I'll take care of it, okay?"

Spéir: [with that, turns to meet her eyes, face focused]

Spéir: [always made the plans between them, working through the various puzzles laid out by the Faewildes… and archfaeries trying to block their paths.]

Scamall: [can't help the tears in her eyes or her small, weak smile]

Scamall: [cupping Spéir's hand in-between hers, gratefully) "thank you, Spéir."

Spéir:

Spéir: [face twists slightly—a flash of guilt showing—but quickly just nods curtly as he looks away]

Spéir: (voice subtly thick) "let's just go, yeah?"

Scamall: (softly, knowing he could hear her just fine through the wind) "yeah."

Hmmm... what's up with how Spéir's acting?

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[ominous-faechild]

FAERIE'S DAWN (f3-2)

CHAPTER 3: “NATURAL” OBSTACLES (part 2)

CHARACTERS:

⚜ Scamall O'Moyner (pov) ⚜ Spéir O'Moyner

SETTING:

[a wild, overgrown forest plane] [outside the dominion of Kilrey] [in the sky above the forest] [night; foggy]

approx. 1 BA (talamhdé timeline)

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Spéir: [gives another slight, quick nod before releasing Scamall's hand and fluttering his hand forward, gesturing for her to move ahead of him… so he could watch her back]

Scamall: [takes a slow, deep breath, letting her own eyes scan the dark and unruly forest underneath them—though she's able to see much less than him]

[Even from above, the forest is clearly a tangled mess of branches and trees that do not want to let them through]

Scamall: [lips twitch, brow slowly furrowing]

Scamall: (to herself, uncertainly) ... this... is a lot of effort to eat a faerie with such little essence...

Scamall: [but, forcing a sigh and quickly shaking her head, dismisses the thought]

Scamall: [... though her ears still droop uncertainly as she decides) the forest is probably just really hungry... or it's something about their essence, specifically...

Scamall: [without any more hesitation, drifts forward and steadily gains speed, zooming through the air. Keeps an eye on her surroundings and the forest underneath, but heads toward Nova—]

[Mist quickly rises from the forest in a dense haze, obscuring the area beneath

[… and the mist thickens the air, making it difficult to fly through.]

Scamall: [huffs, snarling slightly, but just forces out a gust of wind to clear her path]

[The mist resists the movement, but it's hardly more than Talamhdé's obstacles usually did. It quickly parts, granting them passage… although it tries to slowly creep back into place.]

Scamall: [relieved, but stifles a smile. Instead, focuses on scanning the forest below as she slows her descent, hovering above a particularly-dense concentration of branches]

Essence: [weak, but very clearly Nova's unusual essence… it was hard to place—though Scamall had never been the greatest at distinguishing between essence—but seemed… vast]

Nova: [almost directly beneath her… and all-but-shielded by the thicket]

Scamall: [takes slow, deep breaths to focus as she slowly drops, still suspiciously scanning every inch she could see of the woods]

Spéir: [silent as he falls not far above her, keeping an eye out... as he always did]

Scamall: (to herself) Spéir would say something if he saw anything, but… this feels too easy? For all this trouble?

[The air was still thick—and grew thicker the closer she got to Nova—even without the mist Scamall continued struggling to clear from her sight]

Scamall: [despite being an air faerie who could see through the air itself… there were plenty of threats that could still manage to hide themselves, requiring vision to notice]

Scamall: [after another moment of hesitation, glances back in the direction they'd come from]

Scamall: [and, feeling a sense of dread settle over her, looks back down at Nova]

Nova's essence: [slowly growing weaker, disappearing beneath the overwhelming essence of Talamhdé Itself encasing them—]

Scamall: [heart pounding in her chest, to herself) … this feels like a trap. This feels like a trap! But I need to—

Spéir: [having lowered himself to her side, gently sets his hand on her shoulder]

Scamall: [flinches, quickly looking at him over her shoulder—]

Spéir: [face dead serious, but flashes her a forced-reassuring smile as he murmurs) "you okay? We can go back if you—"

Scamall: [snarling, snaps) "no! We're not leaving them behind!"

Spéir:

Spéir: [sighs heavily, fae-ears drooping as he looks away, but—]

Scamall: [at the same time, mostly releases her magic around her, all but completely dissolving into air. Only keeps a weak grasp around her body in preparation to stop at any moment, but lets herself drop near-completely uncontrolled—]

[The air is still thick, slowing her descent itself and resisting her every movement—both physical and magical. On top of that, the forest's canopy is woven into a dome-shaped cage, surrounding Nova]

Scamall: [fighting her dread again, takes a deep breath and rolls her eyes. Finally, carefully weaves herself between the branches, clambering through the canopy]

Cage: [except… growing denser—with progressively more and more thorns—the closer to Nova they got]

Spéir: [shortly behind her; a slight edge to his voice) "Scamall."

Scamall: [snarling, quickly turns a sharp glare onto him]

Spéir: [interwoven between branches himself, his half-formed hands and legs carefully wrapped around places with as little thorns as possible]

Spéir: [has an intense look on his face, but speaks carefully) "if you really want to do this, I can teleport us the rest of the way. But it's going to take a lot of what I have, and you're going to have to be prepared in case the forest attacks us."

Scamall:

Scamall: [swallows, hesitantly glancing at the thicket between her and Nova]

Voice: (subtly uneven, nervous) "is this seat taken?" Scamall: [tenses, her ears reflexively going back slightly, and quickly looks over her shoulder—] Faerie: [standing awkwardly behind her, subtly shrunken in on themself and fidgeting with an archfaerie's emblem. Has a shabby, clearly-worn dark green cloak on, its hood over their vermillion hair] Faerie: [flashes Scamall an anxious smile] Scamall: [except… after her years of learning how deceitful other fae could be, has learned how to read emotions well] Faerie: [and has subtle creases of fear and loneliness around their face and eyes] Scamall: Scamall: … :'D

Scamall: [takes a slow, deep breath]

Faerie: [uses a majority of their essence to warp the three of them far through Kilrey and the massive Faewilde storm] Faerie: [dragged them past the edge of Kilrey's dominion… and placed themself between the town and siblings, their arm held out as they shield the siblings with their own body] Faerie: (struggling to raise their voice and sound braver than they felt) "I'm going to take him on. Just run. Even if I can't stop him… you can get away. I'm sorry for getting you dragged into my problems."

Scamall: [slowly lets out her breath, then looks up at Spéir with a determined look]

Scamall: [… though it quickly gets replaced by a forced smile as she struggles to act braver than she feels]

Scamall: [holds out her hand for Spéir to take; voice uneven) "let's go."

What do you guys think of Scamall's motivation to "rescue" Nova? And how determined the forest seems to keep her from reaching them? Or even Spéir's constant attempts to dissuade her, then offering his assistance? 🤔

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divider from @mypixeldiary

[ominous-faechild]

FAERIE'S DAWN (f4-1)

CHAPTER 4: ON WHAT GROUNDS? (part 1)

CHARACTERS:

⚜ Scamall O'Moyner (pov) ⚜ Spéir O'Moyner

SETTING:

[a wild, overgrown forest plane] [on the edge of Kilrey's dominion] [in the forest] [in the brambled walls of a cage of thorns] [night; foggy]

approx. 1 BA (talamhdé timeline)

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Spéir: [gives a quick, deep nod as he takes her hand in his]

Spéir: [visibly dissolves into a translucent blob of darkness. The change starts from his head before spreading down, through each of his limbs. And, when the transformation reaches where his and Scamall's hands met—]

Scamall: [her fingers—and, soon, the rest of her body—go cold and numb before losing all feeling as the shadow-infection spreads through her]

Scamall: [would be panicked as she loses every sense and control of her body, but knew to expect this. They've done this before, in emergencies]

Scamall: [and, besides that, she trusts Spéir. Knows he'll return control to her as soon as he's done what he said he would]

Scamall: [even without any true feeling of her body, 'feels' through her aura as—]

Spéir: [wraps his arm tight around her, hugging her protectively against his chest. And, once she's secure against him, shifts them through the shadows, phasing them through the thicket-barrier separating them from Nova]

Scamall: [can't see—can't feel anything—but watches through the movement of air around them as Spéir moves their incorporeal forms through all of the many, many physical barriers around Nova]

Spéir: [and, finally, comes to a stop near a strange concentration of essence]

Senses: [hit Scamall like a Faewilde storm with their return]

Skin: [crawls, sending a prickling feeling down and out through her body—]

Sound: [goes from absolute silence to a roar; the quiet, distant chirps of fae-crickets overpowering after the complete lack of sensory input]

Light: [all but blinding despite its dimness]

Scamall: [naturally floats as she reforms, having always been far more comfortable in the air… though it cost much more essence to allow herself to do so]

Spéir: [at the same time, nearly collapses, his knees buckling under him—]

Scamall: [expecting it—since it'd happened just about every other time they'd done this—quickly solidifies herself, gets a firm stance against the ground, and hefts his arm over her shoulders to help him stand]

Spéir: [simultaneously tense and slumped, leans into her with a furrowed brow and lowered ears as he quickly scans the area—]

Scamall: [feels the tips of her ears drop to her shoulders as a sudden wave of panic hits her]

Scamall: [breath catching in her throat, quickly looks up to survey her surroundings—]

[The siblings are trapped in an encasement of tree trunks, roots, branches, and dirt all domed tight around them, even blocking light from reaching inside]

Nova: [half-buried in the center of the 10-foot dome. Passed out and slumped against a root that's wrapped around them—pulling them into the earth!]

Scamall: [heart skipping a beat, doesn't even think—]

Scamall: [with all her magical might, grips what little air was within the dome to lodge it between Nova and the root like a crowbar, then forcibly expand it]

[The root noisily cracks—]

Spéir: [tenses, clumsily wrapping his other arm around Scamall's waist as his essence flares around them—]

[And the forest completely shatters, breaking apart into fractions of itself that scatter about the faewilde plane]

[Now, the once-forest is a loose collection of endless, untethered trees, dirt, rocks, and wildlife all floating around in a dark, empty sky—]

[Although Spéir hated talking about anything even connected to it, the siblings have seen something like this once before...]

[Only. Once.]

Darkness and cold: [abruptly surrounds and absorbs Scamall again, stealing her senses away—]

Darkness and cold: [before almost instantly disappearing, plunging Scamall into the world again as Spéir slumps at her side]

Scamall: [panics, her heart pounding, but quickly pulls Spéir close. Painfully withdraws her essence from around Nova to lighten Spéir in her arms and picks him up to stumble backwards]

Spéir: [wakes up again with a jolt, but only turns in place to break out coughing violently into his arm, trembling—]

Roots: [solidify once again around Nova with a flash of light, tightening around them. Before Scamall can react, they pull the faerie into a chunk of dirt that then drifts away from the siblings—]

Faewilde: [at the same time, wells up behind Scamall, blocking her from moving any further back—]

Scamall: [panicking, struggles to breathe and see through her tears—]

Scamall: [frantically looks from the chunk of dirt Nova's buried in to the wall of earth behind her, then the rest of the Faewilde crumbling around them]

Spéir: [coughing weakly in her arms, but reaches for some of the ambrosia in Scamall's pockets to shove it in his mouth, struggling to choke it down]

Talamhdé: [swells around the siblings; the trees stretch and elongate into wormlike appendages resembling fingers, which then creep toward the earthen platform Scamall's trapped on]

Scamall: [suddenly remembers—]

Scamall: [heart pounding in her chest, to herself) … this feels like a trap. This feels like a trap!

Scamall: [painfully swallows against the lump in her throat, weakly pulling Spéir closer]

Spéir: [trying to pull a Nova by forcing down a second piece of ambrosia, though it's much harder and working a lot less quickly for him—]

Scamall:

Spéir: [has an intense look on his face, but speaks carefully) "if you really want to do this, I can teleport us the rest of the way. But it's going to take a lot of what I have, and you're going to have to be prepared in case the forest attacks us."

Scamall: I was not ready… :'D

Scamall: [crying silently, can't help a broken smile as she takes in the broken, scattering plane around her]

Scamall: (still to herself, weakly) … though… it's not like I ever thought I'd somehow manage to get myself in this situation… so how could I have been ready? :'D

[The tree-hands slowly close around the edges of the platform under the siblings, tipping and wobbling it. At the same time, Talamhdé suddenly starts vibrating]

Voice: [echoes through the land itself, speaking in a warped voice and sounding strangled) "what… motive!?"

Scamall: [freezes, her breath catching in her throat as she hugs Spéir even closer]

Spéir: [hesitates, ears drooping and going back as he looks toward Nova again]

Scamall: (voice wavering, incredulously) "wh-what!?"

Talamhdé: [grows tenser, hotter, and tighter, ramping up the pressure around the two]

Talamhdé: [reverberates, in the same warped and strangled tone) "with the… faerie… motive!?"

Scamall: [breath catching again and ears going back uncertainly, hesitantly looks back toward Nova's approximate location… or, at the clump of dirt she was pretty sure encased them]

Scamall: [hesitantly looks around again, uncertain where to focus her attention]

Scamall: (her own voice strangled) "I just… want to help them? I'm—"

Scamall: [weakly makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, using her magic to wipe her tears from her eyes]

Scamall: (brokenly) "I'm sorry?"

[The pressure eases on them. Then, the giant, wooden fingers finally separate from the earthen platform. It tips and wobbles as it's released, but only slightly—the siblings are never put at risk of getting knocked into the abyss beneath]

Voice: [once again reverberates, strangled) "not… hurt?"

Scamall:

Scamall: [stunned, stammers) "wh—hurt!? NO! I—"

Scamall: [eartips drag against her shoulders as she awkwardly looks away, turning to look despairingly at the ground beside her foot]

Scamall: (voice thick) "—I would-wouldn't do anything to hurt them…"

Scamall: [hesitantly looks back up, pressing her back against the earthen wall behind her. Takes a moment to anxiously the broken plane around them as she finds the words—]

Scamall: (pleadingly) "not—not even take their essence, if that's what you think! I—I mean, I don't even think I even could, but—..."

[She didn't even have to finish. The pressure immediately, completely eased around her following the first statement. And, before she started to trail off, Talamhdé slowly floated back together]

[Now, Talamhdé formed a forest much more peaceful than the one that'd fallen apart on them. It was no longer full of unruly, tangled thickets forming literal barriers. Now, it seemed like one of Talamhdé's typical forests… with an endless array of wobbly trees, wild nature, and endless magical phenomena causing all kinds of chaos]

Earth: [and, finally, spits Nova out, leaving them splayed across the forest floor, unconscious]

Air: [shudders again with one final echo, though it's weaker and quieter than before) "pro…tec… t…"

Scamall:

Scamall:

Scamall:

Scamall: [slowly, hesitantly looks down at Nova]

Nova: [passed out in the dirt, shivering. Slowly twists in place to curl into a ball, forehead against their knees and arms wrapped around themself]

Sooooo... what do you think of all of THAT!? 😉😘

Crazy how Talamhdé Itself came to Nova's defense like that, huh? Why do you think it did? And, oh BOY, how did you like the descriptions and imagery of the magic???

How did Talamhdé's movements come across? Like, both description-wise (did it sound cool/was it understandable?) and in general! Was it interesting? Did it seem dynamic/fluid/abstract/alien?

And what about that shadow magic stuff Spéir pulled off? 😉😄

Or the general panic between him and Scamall when Talamhdé turned against them...?

story intro table of contents chapter one < last part next part >

divider by @thecutestgrotto

[ominous-faechild]

FAERIE'S DAWN (f1-2)

CHAPTER 1: “A NORMAL FAERIE” (part 2)

CHARACTERS:

⚜ Nova “Me” ??? (pov) ⚜ Scamall O'Moyner ⚜ Spéir O'Moyner

SETTING:

[overgrown, mossy swamp plane] [within the dominion of Kilrey] [in a tavern inside of Kilrey] [night; clear]

approx. 1 BA (talamhdé timeline)

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[The tavernkeep—whose name Nova overheard to be Byrne—was marching directly toward the group. His lip was curled into a snarl, earthy form was sloughing apart, and firey hair was blazing from rage.]

[And, worst of all, his eyes were focused squarely on Nova.]

[Spéir immediately stepped to the side, clearing the path between the two]

Nova: [eyes all but bulging out of their head and ears drooping onto their shoulders, stares in horror as Byrne approaches]

Nova: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—

Nova: he noticed me reaching for the ambrosia… I hadn't meant to, I just—

Byrne: (all the while, sharply) "who do you think you are, trying to take our rations without—"

Byrne: [stops in front of Nova, his eyes narrowed on them, and reaches forward to yank Nova by the wrist. Completes the motion, but—]

Nova: [at the same moment his hand closed around their wrist, warped their form to disappear from the seat and simultaneously reappear several feet away. Has a panicked grin on their face, their fae-ears lying flat back in panic, and their hands held up in surrender]

Nova: (interrupts sharply, panicked) "I didn't mean to! I'm sor—!"

Byrne: [eye twitching and ears pressing against his skull, moves to grab them again]

Byrne: "you little—"

Nova: [squeezing his eyes shut and turning his face away, quickly reaches into his cloak to pull out one of his Silina Emblems. Then, holds it out toward Byrne with both hands]

Nova: (desperately) "I'm from Silina! Please, have mercy! I come in peace, I didn't mean to do anything wrong! I'm just on my way up North!"

Nova:

Byrne: [silent]

Nova: …

Nova: [ears slowly perking up, hesitantly peeks an eye open and turns just enough to peer up at Byrne]

Byrne: [eyeing him critically. His blazing hair has died down to a steady flame, earthen skin has stabilized instead of sloughing off, and fae-ears are low as he eyes Nova suspiciously]

Nova: [heart skipping a beat and ears dropping again, to themself) … he's figured out What I Am, hasn't he?

Byrne: [plucks the emblem from Nova's hands, turning it around in his fingers as he eyes it skeptically]

Byrne: [after a moment, looks back up at Nova, eyes still narrowed and eartips lowered suspiciously]

Byrne: (sternly) "I think I need to take you to Archfae Kilrey."

Nova:

Nova: [eyes fly wide, heart skips a beat, and breath catches all at once as they stumble back in terror, ears drooping through their shoulders]

Byrne: [reaches forward to try to grab Nova by the arm again, but—]

Nova: [takes several stumbling steps backwards]

Scamall: [shoulders in-between Byrne and Nova, her ears quirked back and an arm held out to her side. Like she's... trying to shield them?]

Spéir: (hisses) "Scamall!?"

Scamall: [ignores him, still sparking up. Both her face and voice cold) "they're from Silina. If you doubt them, go on and bring the emblem to Archfae Kilrey. But leave them out of it."

Byrne:

Nova:

Both: [stunned silent, well aware Scamall was basically putting herself on the line for Nova]

Byrne: [snorts, but—with a wave of his hand and essence—jerks a wedge of dirt like a piston. The ambrosia beside it is flung from the counter, shooting at the side of Nova's head]

Nova: [flinching, quickly looks at the projectile over her shoulder. Simultaneously swept an invisible hand of essence over and around it, cupping the ambrosia in place to catch it a foot from her face]

Nova: [tense and frozen beneath her neck, breathlessly looks back to Byrne with wide eyes and drooping ears]

Byrne: [snorts angrily]

Scamall: [snarls and starts to step forward, her storm-hair popping and cracking—]

Byrne: [only flips on his heel, marching toward the door with his hair blazing and earthen skin sloughing again]

[He slammed the door behind him.]

[The tavern was dead silent.]

Nova: [swallows nervously, their ears slowly popping back up, as they hesitantly scan the room and clutch their ambrosia]

Faeries: [staring at her, but… soon look away, whispering amongst themselves]

[Out of everything that was whispered, there was one thing that stood out from the rest.]

[One that made Nova's breath catch and heart ache.]

["Dhia."]

[Not too many. Only a handful of them noticed, but that didn't matter.]

[Word was going to spread fast.]

Scamall: [stops in front of Nova, squatting just enough so she's at their eye level]

Scamall: [having returned to her earlier calm, pale blue form, offers Nova a sad smile... though there's a subtle tension in her shoulders]

Scamall: (voice gentle) "are you okay, little one?"

Nova:

Nova: [swallows, quickly looking away to hurry to sit down again. After he's seated, he immediately starts stuffing the ambrosia down his throat]

Scamall:

Wind: [stirs slightly behind him]

Nova: [focuses on eating and watching those behind him through his aura, praying they look away soon]

Spéir: [places a hand on his shoulder—]

Nova: [tensing and ears drooping again, turns their entire side intangible so Spéir's hand falls through it, releasing him. At the same time, quickly yanked away and turned to pierce him with a glare]

Spéir: [reflexively pulled his hand away as it fell through them, face twisted in disgust. But, all the while, ears lowered in anger, said harshly) "my sister asked you a question."

Nova: [seemingly ignoring him, forces themself to somewhat relax and continue eating]

Ambrosia: [the most delicious thing in the world, made of literal pure magic and honey… but Nova doesn't have the time or energy to appreciate it. She needs to hurry.]

Nova: [instead, satisfied that the other faeries had stopped watching her, reaches with her essence to pull more ambrosia rations from the counter, drop them out of view, and float them toward her]

Spéir: [snarling, sharply under his breath) "fae! Are you a thief!?"

Scamall: [at the same time, hesitantly moved to Spéir's side to gently place a hand on his shoulder]

Nova: [spares Scamall a glance, but quickly narrows her eyes—and a snarl—onto Spéir]

Spéir: [—at the same time, turned a sharp look onto Scamall]

Scamall: [meets Spéir's eyes with an uncertain look before quickly looking back to Nova]

Nova: [as they both look at her, pauses eating to retort sharply) "no, I'm a fucking 'saving our asses', if you'll let me eat!"

Scamall:

Spéir:

Nova: [turns slightly to reach over and behind the counter, where she grabs the ambrosia she'd dragged over]

Nova: [and back to stuffing her face!]

Air Siblings: [stunned silent and ears drooping, hesitantly meet each other's eyes, glance around the tavern, and then look back at Nova]

Spéir: (keeping his voice low, demands) "what do you mean, 'saving our asses'!?"

Nova: [half-groans, half-growls, rolling their eyes as they quickly erect a sound barrier directly around the three of them]

Nova: [once it's secure, narrows their eyes on Spéir again]

Nova: [pauses eating to practically spit out) "because Scamall came to my defense, they're going to hold you two accountable for me, too!"

Spéir: [though he's not sure exactly what the sound barrier is, noticed Nova build it and figures well enough what it's doing]

Spéir: [snarling, raises his voice to insist) "what do you MEAN!? What's wrong with that!?"

Nova: [freezes, their blood going cold, ears dropping, and eyes widening... but only lets themself falter for a moment]

Nova: [forcibly recollects themself with a sigh and an aggressive shake of their head before answering) "because I'm—I—"

Nova: [swallows against the lump in their throat as they instead look away and glare at a wall through tears]

Nova: (voice hard, but thick with pain) "—I'm not from Silina, I stole that! I'm wanted there! Now, with them taking that to the archfae, he's going to be able to reach out to her and find that out! And you two will get dragged in WITH me!"

Nova: [finished, quickly goes back to choking down as much ambrosia as she can]

Nova: … but what if they turn on me.

Nova: what if they decide the best way to survive this is to turn me in…?

Okay but ain't Nova just the sassiest child? lmao

Who's your guys' favorite character? 👀

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[ominous-faechild]

Talking with my sister about Faerie's Dawn (and overall general Faewilde) worldbuilding and thought some of it was spoiler-free / interesting enough to share! 😉😘

(note, not everything she says is canon or true. It's her trying to make sense of what I'm explaining with her hyper-scientific analysis lol)

(I love Magic and their not-at-all suppressed AuDHD lmao)

[ominous-faechild]

Does god appoint archfae or do theu just... appoint themselves

ooooooh, juicy question...

Each archfaerie would often have a different answer for you!

Some would claim to be appointed by God; others would claim that they'd been gifted the abilities they had by God so they could forcibly attain the power they rightfully deserved; and others would go so far as to claim that God Themself was a pathetic being whose throne was ready for the taking at any moment!

All God needed was to show their face.

God, on the other hand? Would tell you all archfae are full of shit, and that they all appointed themselves. They were arrogant faeries who thought borrowing Their power put them above the others.

And all they needed was to give Them a reason to knock them down a peg.

[ominous-faechild]

me, looking at the titles of the faeries' side of fd: "oh, how i love being evil" >:D

[ominous-faechild]

Tysm! 🥰

Although, I want to clarify: this isn't technically God in the sense I think you're thinking (the capital-G Christian God), but the God of the Faewildes Themselves. They're the Faewildes given consciousness, the Existential God of Magic.

I've been on Writeblr for a good bit and Magic (the god) was literally my most popular character, so it inspired me to start Faerie's Dawn. (Which they're going to be a super important character in!)

Regardless, at this point in time, Magic is used to hearing faeries call them straight-up "God", so that's just what they told Aurik to call them lol.

OUT OF CONTEXT:

FAERIE'S DAWN

(actual writing for once lmao)

(tbh consider this kinda a teaser)

Aurik collapsed, but... did he ever stop falling?

Everything swirled around him and was still at the same time.

Where was he? Who was he? What was happening?

So much was moving, everything was moving, nothing made sense and—

A heat welled up in Aurik's chest—did he even have a chest? What is that?—and flooded out from the hole in his face. The heat wracked his body, begging, pleading to escape, but he couldn't let it.

He didn't have a choice.

The world was spinning, spinning, spinning!

At the same time, the voice that called itself God spoke above all. It was the only thing that made sense amidst all the madness.

"Right, so!" it started, hints of bitter amusement within it, "this is my heart, where my power is strongest!"

A whirling flash of colors and colours and colors. Thousands of hands spun in circles around him, and only about 300 of them belonged to him! They hugged and tangled around him, tearing into his flesh but leaving no wounds.

"Just about all of—well, me, but—Faewildes! Gods, that's such a stupid name, you know that, right?" it rambled cheerfully, either ignorant of his pain or relishing in it.

The earth split and ate him whole, but it never ate him. He'd always laid atop an endless field of green, but it wasn't grass—it was lava, burning him alive.

"Like, geez, you put together 'fae' and 'wild'???" the voice prattled.

The heat had finally escaped from his body; it was pooled around him. He laid with his back against the green lava, gasping painful breaths as he stared at the wobbly, dark hands jutting from the lava, and the void of blue they reached for.

"Like, c'mon, we're more original than that, and most of us give ourselves literal names!"

Except, the lava wasn't burning him. It was cool, calming. Soothing.

The man called Aurik closed his eyes, struggling to take a deep breath.

His throat and sides ate themselves alive.

God's voice fell silent, and ants crawled from Aurik's eyes.

Finally, as cold balls of fluff filled his lungs, a faint, awkward chuckle reverberated throughout the world.

"Oh, right," the voice said awkwardly. "Humans. You're not good with, well... me."

Where am I? Aurik found himself able to think.

Who am I?

God sighed heavily, then finished impatiently: "right, well. I guess I'll give you a second to… catch yourself or whatever. Take your time, I guess."

This was too fun, I had to share it.

So, I'm curious... what do you guys think actually happened in this scene?

I'm sure my color-coding probably helps lol

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[ominous-faechild]

FAERIE'S DAWN

Following the Shattering of Reality, the world was plunged into what came to be known as the Faewildes: an ever-changing world suffused with magic and danger.

Humanity crumbled under the weight of the new reality while fae—and the archfae above them—emerged to rule over the new world. Humans couldn't compete against the fae's sheer magical prowess, and soon built strongholds in territories with weak magical presence to stand against them.

Now, so many generations later, humanity has finally learned of faekind's weakness: metal, which weakens fae and blocks their magic.

A war is breaking out between humanity and fae, with gods each picking sides in the conflict. Between faeries Nova, Cloud, and Sky, and the human settlement Eve and Asa protect... who will win?

MAIN NAVIGATION:

⚜ story introduction ⚜ table of contents ⚜ #faerie's dawn

⚜ #fd outlines ⚜ #fd lore post ⚜ #fd shitpost ⚜ #fd behind the scenes ⚜ #fd out of context ⚜ #fd extras ⚜ #fd asks ⚜ #fd fandom

MAIN CHARACTERS:

DHIA “NOVA” ???

⚜ character intro ⚜ #dhia “nova” ??? ⚜ #nova's domain ⚜ #nova the criminal

SCAMALL “CLOUD” O'MOYNER

⚜ character intro ⚜ #scamall “cloud” o'moyner

SPÉIR “SKY” O'MOYNER

⚜ character intro ⚜ #spéir “sky” o'moyner ⚜ #sussy sky

EVE PRIMAVERA

⚜ character intro ⚜ #eve primavera

ASA PRIMAVERA

⚜ character intro ⚜ #asa primavera

SECONDARY CHARACTERS:

⚜ Craobh “Branch” O'Folachán ⚜ Zahara Mahbub ⚜ Thunzi Uthufke ⚜ Freki ⚜ Marri “Steely” Fae ⚜ Liane Dunst ⚜ Aurik Albrecht ⚜ Garin Berg ⚜ Aster Draus ⚜ Lindiwe Draus

ARCHFAERIES:

ARCHFAE KILREY

⚜ #kilrey himself ⚜ #kilrey mention

ARCHFAE TROTH

⚜ #troth himself ⚜ #troth mention

ARCHFAE AMAHLE

⚜ #amahle themself ⚜ #amahle mention

ARCHFAE SILINA

⚜ #silina herself ⚜ #silina mention

ARCHFAE FOLACHÁN

⚜ #folachán himself ⚜ #folachán mention

ARCHFAE AKAS

⚜ #akas herself ⚜ #akas mention

ARCHFAE ART

⚜ #art themself ⚜ #art mention

LORE HINTS:

⚜ #fd lore hints ⚜ #fd worldbuilding ⚜ #nova's domain ⚜ #dhia mention ⚜ #sussy sky

⚜ #on archfae ⚜ #on fae ⚜ #on taint ⚜ #on domains ⚜ #on the faewildes ⚜ #on the old world

⚜ #god of the faewildes ⚜ #the existential of magic ⚜ #the existential of order ⚜ #veritheya: the savior ⚜ #the existentials

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