Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction, hope y'all enjoy it!
Chapter 1
Brokk
My name is Brokklyn H'reidmar. I was made 5 days ago by Robin Goodfellow, or Puck, of the Seelie courts. I can still remember those bright, green eyes smiling down on me. He said I was a weapon. A spy. At least, he seemed to be telling the truth. I don't remember my human life, but Puck told me that he stole me from a school. I was 17 at the most. I am fey now. I can feel the glamour around me. It's unnatural, weird. I can see shapes dart in front of my eyes even now, five days afterwards. Why me? Why now? Questions run through my mind, and I feel so... so confused. I pass out, for the umpteenth time.
When I wake up, Puck is standing over me, looking concerned. I sneer at him and send a gust of wind in his direction, flooring him. I hate him. I hate him. I repeat this to myself over and over again, as I fly up and run down the corridor. Blinded by my own tears. No. I mustn't submit to feelings. I am fey now.
The warm rush of air sickens me as I try and look down the cliff. I was always too weak for heights. Now that's going to change. I'm going to change. I'm going to train myself to become the most powerful fey. Soon, I will be ready to challenge Puck and kill him for what he did to me. He says he had to take care of a few things. He wiped my mother's memory and he sent my father crazy. To the lunatic asylum. That's what Robin did. I hate Robin Goodfellow.
My muscles tense and I squat low enough to get the trajectory right. Then I screw up my eyes and I spring, launching my arms in the air. The feeling of exhilaration is amazing. I summon up a current of wind to support me further, and my body levels out. I'm flying. I'm actually flying. The wind comes naturally to me. Miniscule movements in my fingers adjust my flight path. I look down. The vertigo no longer makes me retch. The pain can wait. I need to see what I'm capable of first.
After I've settled down, I try to get my bearings. The thorny bushes that seem to travel in slow rolling waves give me a clue. I see a small vine snaking its way round my ankle, trying to trip me up. For a moment, I panic, not sure what to do, but I find myself flexing out my warm towards it, a warm swirl of golden glamour at my fingers. A small spark of fire soon sends the vine reeling back. A snap in front of me causes me to look up, squaring my shoulders the way Puck does. Defensive. I need my guard up. Sure enough, a great huge... thing rears up, like a rhinoceros with teeth. I send a tornado of fire and ash towards it, incinerating it where it stands. With my newfound powers, I set off, afraid of nothing but weakness. Brokk - 2, Wyldwood – 0.