A/N - It has been pointed out to me that (oops!) even though I mentioned this would be rewritten over the last few weeks, I have forgotten to reiterate that in here...so for integrity's sake - my original story was written before Dreamfever, however the events of Dreamfever and Shadowfever rendered pieces of my plot obsolete. T I have changed the title (this was originally knownas 'To Topple A Seelie Prince, but as he wasn't...well =), and begun rewriting the story. The original premise still applies...(read PLENTY of MEGA action! =) however the general sense has changed - which is to be expected seeing as the outcome of Shadowfever was as it was! Hopefully readers of my ff will enjoy none-the-less!
If I was to believe in a human definition of the word hell, then this would be it. The knowledge that my maker could leave me, could ever have found his mortal whore of more value than myself, that my King could trap me in this icy prison, free enough only to witness my absolute isolation. Stasis that is not truly stasis – I am not unmoving, as I can still see and think. I can see those shining silver runes that the foolish sidhe-seers believe could hold me sparkling on the walls around, the blue pulsing bars of my true prison. I can feel the thrumming energy of the sinsar dubh, no – me; the unharnessed power that burns beneath my form. I can feel the faint hum of energy flowing beneath my physical shell. Me, they all think they can hold me, forever, against my will. I dare them to truly believe that. To even deem it possible that they could hold me below ground, far from their puny civilization, whilst my followers run free above is absurd. They underestimate my power, as did my father, my creator. He underestimated me when he thought to lock me in this prison. He saw down the line of eons and believed what I had him believe – that this simple cell would be mine for an infinite time.
But it will not. My centuries spent amongst the Seelie was not for nothing, neither my time among the humans. Although MacKayla is beyond my reach, there are others who are not, others who are susceptible to my powers, my certain charm as humans like to title it. I prefer their term magnetism, for I attract all.
Though I only need draw in one, one whose presence I feel, from the connection I forged. ten long years I have waited for my moment, for my key to return.
Now she is here, many miles above me. Now is my time.