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"Mira you have to agree, that was one of the best damn movies we've seen!" Nyx exclaimed as the two girls walked out of the cinema.
"You're just saying that because you thought the prince was hot." Almira said to her friend.
"You're damn right he was, absolutely, one thousand percent gorgeous!" the older girl replied, "But seriously did you see those special effects?! The troll market was awesome but I have to say my favourite part of the whole thing was Nauda training!"
"Of course you did, that was the only part where the Prince was shirtless! You know on a serious note, you really need a boyfriend..." Amira said waiting for her friend to realise what she'd just said.
"Well duh- hey wait a minute!" she hit Amira on the arm, "I do NOT need a boyfriend! I have yet to find cartoon characters hot!"
"You find elves hot, it's just a matter of time..." Amira trailed off
"Oh shut up!" Nyx growled.
"I'm just saying!" the red head smirked at her older brunette friend.
Nyx rolled her dark blue eyes and shoved the green eyed girl playfully, "Let's go."
The girls walked into their apartment in London and collapsed on the sofa, they had finished their work in half the time they usually would just so they could see Hellboy II on the day it came out. "In all seriousness though," Nyx said, "The Prince was sooooo hot."
"Well you can have him," Almira said, "I don't find him all that good looking."
"Yeah you probably have a crush on Abe or something, you were always into the nerds."
"I'm not into Abe! I liked Myers, I can't believe they didn't bring him back for this movie."
Nyx shrugged, "They only brought back the cool characters."
"Myers was cool!" Almira said indignantly.
"If you say so..." Nyx replied clearly not believing her, "You know, I think it'd be so cool if we lived in that world, it be so much more exciting to live in a world where creatures from the other world existed... don't you think it's kinda hard being the only ones of our kind?"
Almira looked at her hands and watched as water rose from them, "Sometimes, but then I realise that we can't be the only ones, I mean think about it, there are six billion people on our planet, technically speaking it's impossible to be the only ones on the planet."
"Yeah I guess, but I seriously doubt that any one of our kind is going to go out and show the world what they can do, in order to find others."
"I suppose..." Almira trailed off and looked at the clock, "Aren't you going to be late for your training?"
"Shit, you're right, I'll see you later."
"Can you get the lights?" Almira asked and Nyx let a bolt of electricity flow out of her hand and turned off the hallway light as she left.
Nyx walked down the street towards the sports centre where she got her training and was stopped by a slimy voice, "Hey baby how's about you and me go somewhere nice a private..."
She turned around and glared at him, he was drunk, "How about you go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and leave me the hell alone."
He grabbed her and she brought her fist up to punch him, but before she could someone came up behind her and smashed a metal pole across the back of her head. Nyx collapsed to the ground in an unconscious heap. Instead of everything fading to black like it should have in a situation, all she saw was blue, a bright blue light, so bright that it was blinding, so bright it burned her, she tried to scream, tried to block out the light but nothing happened, it just got brighter and brighter, if that was even possible.
When Nyx woke up she was in an alleyway that she didn't recognise and it was dark. wincing as she sat up, she reached up to the back of her head, finding her hair matted with blood. "Where the hell am I?" she whispered to herself. She tried to stand up but failed, she was too dizzy. Nyx reached out a hand to steady herself and was startled to find something that looked liked dark purple wings, "Oh my God..." Surprisingly Nyx managed to shift them, she watched them flap in the open air, and nearly screamed when she felt a sharp pain travel from the tip of the left wing down her back. She saw that it was bent at an awkward angle, gingerly touching it she gasped as the pain spread out through the wing again. "Wonderful, I have a broken wing...boy there was a statement I never thought I'd say." Looking to her right she saw a beautifully designed sword, it had some sort of crest on it but she didn't give it a second thought as she picked it up.
"Well boys, it looks as though we got ourselves a little freak right here," A disgustingly overweight man said to a group of sweaty old drunks as he looked at her, "Well isn't she a pretty little thing," he grinned, "Why don't we see just how much this little freak has in common with human women, eh boys?" they started laughing as they advanced.
She gripped the sword and pointed it at them, "Come any closer you'll be sorry!" The men started to laugh at her seemingly ridiculous threat. Nyx tried desperately to get up but she was too dizzy, "The one time my training can come in handy and I'm too weak to even stand up!" she growled at herself.
But before the man and his group could come any closer another man stood in front of her and held up a sword, "I believe she said that you would be sorry if you came any closer." He growled. Nyx looked up at him in awe, he was white, not pale, but chalky white and his hair nearly matched his complexion and ran down to the middle of his back.
"Well lookie here boys the freak has a protector who's just as much of a freak as she is! Let's show them why humans are the dominant species on the planet!" The men all lunged forward and Nyx's protector moved out of their way and cut them down with amazing speed and grace. "she did warn you," he muttered kicking one of the dead bodies before making his way to Nyx "My lady, are you okay?" he asked.
Now he was at eye level Nyx managed to get a good look at him, he had designs etched into his face and dark lips that contrasted his skin, it was then all of a sudden that she realised who this was "Prince Nauda." she whispered.
Hearing this he smiled, "You have heard of me?"
She got an idea to get into the Prince's good books (afterall who really wanted Prince Nauda mad at them?) "Who in this great wide world has not heard of the honourable, strong, skilled and handsome Prince Nauda?" she replied with a small smile, 'You've just met him and you're flirting already!' her inner voice scolded 'I can't help it! He's gorgeous!'
'Okay stop talking to me he's saying something!'
"You think these things of me even after my exile, after the part I played in bringing the Golden Army into existence? Even though you are a Fey and your people don't think kindly of Elves?"
"I tend not to follow my people..." 'There's the understatement of the year!' her inner voice snorted It took everything Nyx had not to yell back at the voice in her head, if she did that the Prince might think she was crazy or something! 'You are crazy!' the voice taunted, 'You're talking to me for crying out loud.'
Nyx grit her teeth, she would NOT yell at the voice in her head. 'Happy thoughts, happy thoughts,' she tried to calm herself down, 'puppies, ice cream...mass destruction of the world... wait a minute where'd that come from?'
"Can you stand?" he asked.
Nyx was vaguely aware of the Prince talking to her and snapped out of it, "Pardon?" she asked.
"I asked if you could stand."
Shaking her head she replied, "I was hit... by something hard, every time I try to get up I feel dizzy," as an afterthought she added, "and I think my wing is broken."
He looked at the purple wing and nodded, "Well then My lady if you will allow it I shall take you to the troll market, we can get you healed, and find you some new clothes..." She looked down at her torn ones and nodded gratefully.
Reaching down he lifted her into his arms with practiced ease, carefully avoiding touching her broken wing, "Thank you." She whispered.
He held her close to his chest and gave her a tiny, tiny smile, "My mother used to tell me stories of the Fey, you know."
"What kind of stories?" she asked curiously (After all she had just been thrown into an alternate reality and now had wings. She really needed to know more about the Fey if she was one.)
"She used to say that the Fey were the most beautiful creatures around, that they were always in tune with nature and gained special powers from it. She told me that as long as the earth was spinning there would always be Fey. She told me of them when I was just a boy, and it was then that I decided that I would take a Fey to be my wife. I'd make one my Queen and rule over Bethmora along side her."
"That's a nice thought," Nyx replied, she noticed that they were nearing a bridge, although she had no idea whether this was the bridge Hellboy used, she knew that they were near the Troll Market.
"My mother thought so, but she told me that all Fey were pacifists and would never think of marrying a great warrior. Of course my father would then tell me that even pacifistic nations needed armies, and there would always be a number of Fey out there who enjoyed violence. I told my mother I would marry a Fey who enjoyed fighting."
"But don't the Fey hate Elves?" she asked picking up on what he had said earlier.
"They didn't always, Elves and The Fey used to live amongst one another in peace, it was only after my father and I allowed the construction of the Golden Army that The Fey shunned us. Above all the Fey are a people that wish for harmony among all creatures, it didn't matter that the humans thoughtlessly killed our kind. As you know the Fey have one rule kept sacred above all others, never kill that which does not harm you. And the humans never touched the Fey, never harmed a single one of them." He finished looking down at her.
Almira turned on the television in the apartment after Nyx had turned off the lights, she never did like watching T.V with the lights on. She sat in silence as she watched her favourite programme; there was a crash outside of the apartment. Getting up she made her way over to the front door and poked her head out curiously. She wasn't expecting something hard to fall on the back of her head knocking her out. Like Nyx it wasn't black she saw as she fell into unconsciousness, it was blue, bright blue, that just got brighter and brighter as the seconds wore on.
When Almira woke up she was near a bridge that she'd never seen, in a place she didn't recognise, standing up she swayed a little and felt the back of her head where she knew something hit. It wasn't that bad, just a bump, but it did hurt like hell. Looking down the red head noticed that her clothes were now dirty and torn, looking to her side she saw something looming over her shoulder, a wing…a dark green wing. "Oh. My. God." She breathed looking at it. Standing up straight she looked behind her hoping that the wing belonged to someone else. No such luck it was hers, she had wings! Freaking wings! How the hell did that happen?!
Nyx rested her head against the Prince's shoulder and sighed contentedly (A/n wouldn't you?) she closed her eyes and figured she could get a little sleep if she was going to be carried, but she was violently shaken, "Hey!" she complained, "I'm tired!"
"Forgive me my lady but you can't sleep, not until your head wound is healed," Nauda said in an apologetic voice.
"Oh fine," she grumbled slightly before noticing someone rather familiar standing under the bridge, and she had wings too. "Mira!" she whispered.
The Prince looked down at her in question, "My Lady?"
But she ignored him, "Mira!" she yelled catching the girl's attention.
"Nyxie?!" Mira asked back practically running towards the other girl.
Nyx looked back at the Prince, "Forgive me Prince Nauda, this is Almira she's like my sister. I thought I was the only one here." She directed the last part of the statement at the younger girl who smiled at her.
"So did I," she replied before looking up at the man holding her friend, "Prince Nauda?" she questioned.
And he nodded and gave her a small smile, "My Lady."
"Please call me Mira."
He nodded before looking back down at the girls in his arms, "Your name is…Nyxie…?"
After everything that had happened today Nyx realised she had forgotten to give him her name, "No it's actually just Nyx, but Mira has the habit of calling me that awful nickname."
"Nyx," he repeated, "It means night in Greek," he surprised her.
"Yeah actually it does. And Almira means-"
"Princess," he cut in, "in Spanish."
"Yes…"
"It would appear we have arrived at our destination," Nauda stated looking at the bridge; he took both girls through a meat locker and spun the code on the three combination locks on the outside of the door to the troll market.
The three headed towards what looked like a garment shop and went inside, Nauda sat Nyx down on a chair before leaving to talk to the owners, when he came back he picked Nyx back up and looked at Almira, "Allaighah will clothe you," he gestured to someone who appeared to be a Nymph of some sorts, "I will take Lady Nyx to a healer first and then bring her back here to find some clothes." Almira nodded and watched as he walked away with her friend in his arms.
Setting her down on an examining table the Prince left to find a healer, when he came back a large lizard like creature followed him. "My, my," the creature hissed, "A Fey…how delighted I am to meet you." He gave her a slimy grin and reached out to touch one of her wings, the un-injured one. Nyx drew back her wings away from him and gripped her sword. "Raken!" the Prince yelled placing his sword at the things throat, "I believe it would be in your best interests to heal her and then leave, your life is worth nothing to me and if the Lady wishes it; I will kill you for trying to foul her with your disgusting wants!"
Raken's eyes widened and nodded, "Of course Milord," he bowed and picked up a jar of some sticky green substance and brought it over to the examining table, "Milady if you will please present your wing." Nyx looked over at the Prince before spreading her wing out as much as possible without hurting herself. She felt the lizards large claw like hand grasp her soft feathers and whimpered when he pulled it out completely straight, "My apologies Milady, but the wing must be fully extended." He said it without a trace of compassion and poured some of the green substance onto the broken area of the wing. He shoved it roughly back in place and a small scream tore from Nyx's lips. And the Prince gave Raken a warning glare. The lizard smiled back at him before wrapping the wing in a healing cloth. "The herbs and the cloth should heal you within a day, after which you are to take the cloth off and wash away the residue." He moved onto her head and merely sprinkled some sort of silver dust on her wound, Nyx felt a stinging sensation and could practically feel the skin closing up over the wound. "It is done!" Raken smirked, "Now the matter of my payment." His eyes raked (no pun intended) over Nyx's form before the Prince placed his sword under the Lizards neck once again, "Your life should be sufficient." The lizard nodded nervously and moved away from the two.
Nauda looked down at Nyx and smiled, "Come My Lady," he held our his arm for her which she gladly took and they headed back to the garment shop they had left Mira at.
After Nauda and Nyx had left the garment shop, Mira was promptly stripped of her clothes and measured up, once done she quickly put her clothes back on with a red face. The nymph instructed her to pick the design and colour to her liking and once done she was left to her own devices in the shop. She found that the garment shop was house to a vast array of books and another nymph, that popped out of nowhere, said that she was free to read what she wished. Looking through the volumes she found a book about all sorts of magical creatures, and much to her delight, it told her much about the Fey.
According to the book the Fey as a people had dispersed throughout the world, going into hiding after a creature of unimaginable power arrived on Earth with the intention of using their power to resurrect the demons of old. The worst of the worst in the magical community, creatures that ruled the lands using fear and destruction. Once the others in the magical community had found out about this, they set about killing off the Fey, if their power was needed to bring the demons of old, then they would be destroyed so none of the demons could come back. So the Fey hid. They fled the magical lands of Bethmora, Natradee, Parlesda and many others. And hid amongst the humans, the last Fey that had been sighted was over two hundred and fifty years ago.
It had only been about half an hour when the Nymph came back holding a beautiful dark green dress with white designs patterned from her left shoulder down to the right bottom corner of the dress. "It's beautiful," she whispered.
"Thank you Milady," the Nymph said beaming at the praise, "Please do try it and tell me if the fit is to your liking."
Mira did as she was told a donned the dress, "It's perfect." She smiled at the her.
"Thank you," the Nymph replied, "Milady, do you have any indication of what colours and designs your…friend would like on her dress?"
"Well she loves the colours purple, black, red, green, blue, brown and white. But she won't want a dress."
"Milady?"
"Nyx can be very…how do I say this…? Well to put it lightly she despises dresses, she is a fighter by nature, she even refused to wear a dress to her own aunts wedding, and she was the Maid of Honour! She wouldn't mind a long shirt, up to about mid thigh, along with some fitting trousers that allow her to move with ease in a fight. She is always preparing herself for a fight."
"I see. I shall see what I can do for her, though I doubt the Prince would be pleased with her dressed in anything else."
The doors to the garment shop opened and Nauda and Nyx walked inside, she had her arm looped through his, Mira noticed the girls bandaged wing and came up to them. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Nyx shrugged, "My…wing hurts like a…" she looked over at Nauda who had gone over to talk to the Nymph, "hurts like a biatch but it'll pass. The evil lizard-y thing that healed me tried to feel me up!" she complained.
Mira made a face, "Eew. Anyway it's your turn to go in and get some clothes. By the way, there's a book I left on the table you might want to read, it's got a bit about The Fey in there."
Nyx nodded, "Fine," she headed into the small room in the back after the Nymph and watched as she shut and locked the door. After doing so she stripped her down to nothing and she looked at them indignantly, "Hey! I'm sure you could measure me up some clothes without me being naked!"
"Your clothes would slow down the process and the Prince wants this done as soon as possible," the Nymph replied.
"Interesting markings," she muttered looking her up and down. It was then that Nyx noticed her back and front was covered in different tribal-esq designs, most of which were black against her slightly tanned skin. Those that weren't were blue and green. She also noticed that she had un-broken designs running up her sides, from her hips to just under her breasts. They were black but in the centre of each of the designs, following the patterns, were thick red lines. "Jesus." She whispered to herself. Once the Nymph had finished making her measurements and knew which designs were required she left Nyx to her own devices, quickly she picked up the book Mira left on the table and read through the chapter on Fey.
"You know it was rather surprising seeing you two walk in," the Nymph that had told Mira to read whatever she wanted to said. Causing Nyx to jump as she once again appeared from nowhere.
"Why's that?" Nyx asked.
"Because of the Fey's self exile that's why! After the community joined forces to destroy the Fey, they left, swearing that they would never return. They swore that no matter what we would be the ones suffering for their destruction. Most of us believe the Fey to be extinct, most young ones, those younger than three hundred will tell you that the Fey are nothing but a myth, that they are a forgotten nation, a memory. And then you and your friend appear out of nowhere, for no reason. I would say that it is a sign."
"A sign of what?" Nyx asked.
"A sign of that which is yet to come. The Prince may not remember how those Fey that would fight went to battle since it has been so long, but we Nymphs remember, The Fey would always send a few harmless looking young ones into the arms of the enemy, only those young ones wouldn't really be harmless. They would have had extensive training and they destroyed most beings in their path in the enemy encampment, before giving their own armies a way in, to destroy the rest that dare opposed them. For a pacifistic nation, your people are pretty violent."
"Hush Reena," Allaighah said as she walked in with the clothes she had made for Nyx, "You must forgive Reena, she has an active imagination Milady."
"But Mother!" Reena protested, "I merely stated what I know, besides, did you not see her weapon?! It bears the Royal seal! Only those Fey experienced enough can wield swords that carry the Royal seal, it is obvious that she is a warrior of great stature!"
"Reena I said hush! Now go to your room this instant! I will deal with you later!" Allaighah scolded her daughter and watched as she walked out. She handed Nyx the clothes she had made and offered her a stiff smile, "My apologies Milady, please try these on."
Nyx looked at herself in the mirror, she now wore a short blue tunic that came up to her mid thigh, it was rather fitting, but allowed her perfect movement. She had found that if she pulled her wings close enough to her back they would disappear and be replaced with two purple tattoos on her back of wings. The tunic had two gaps in the sides to show off the two markings on her sides. The design on it was black an had red in it like her markings and trailed from where her markings stopped at the sides of the outfit to the middle, making it look like a continuous design. The trousers of the outfit were black and had very little design on them. They also fit her to perfection, and she couldn't help but think that trolls made the best clothing ever. "Thank you," she said, "This is beautiful." Allaighah gave her a grateful smile, hoping that the Prince would not cause trouble for her since he had instructed her to give both girls dresses.
"You should go and see the Prince Milady." She nodded and walked out of the room.
She blushed a little when she felt more than saw the Prince's eyes rake over her form, "You look beautiful," he said slowly causing her to smile.
"Thank you." She replied quietly.
"If you ladies don't mind I will go and see to the matter of payment." They both watched as he walked to the back.
"What's with the tatts?" Mira asked Nyx.
She just shrugged in response, "No clue, but you are going to flip out when you see them all, oh I also found out a couple more things about the Fey from one of the Nymphs I'll tell you about it when we find out where we're staying."
"Where do you think we're staying?" Mira asked, "I feel kind of bad living off of the Prince..."
"Me too, but I don't see what else what we can do right now."
Inside the room Nauda took out a bag full of gold intending to hand it over to the Nymph he stopped short and looked down at her. "I wanted her in a dress," he growled and the Nymph shrunk back.
"My apologies Milord, but she insisted that she loathed dresses, I did not want to upset her, she is a very powerful creature!"
"So am I! And you have angered me Nymph!"
"Please Milord, I did all that you asked to the best of my abilities, she is untouched! They both are!"
"I see..." he looked at her, "There is more? Well?" he asked impatiently.
"I doubt that the first girl will fall for your advances, I offhandedly mentioned you and she did not seem…suitably impressed. However the other one seemed rather taken with you…"
"Excellent," Nauda smiled, he tossed the Nymph the bag of gold before leaving, he would make one of these girls his, to have a Fey by his side would ensure he would rule over all of Bethmora unquestioned. He would stop at nothing to rule!
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