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So, this is my first post of a story that I came up with myself. Of course this is mythology. I obviously didn't come up with all this myself. I don't take credit for anything that isn't mine. All that I can claim as mine is the story line and made up characters. In the future some will or may be some characters, name and character-wise, that will greatly resemble the faeries of mythology and I do not claim to have created them.
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Now! To the story!
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Rhoslyn and the Faerie Courts
Run!
That was all Rhoslyn could think. She turned and darted through the sand, running as fast as she could. The desert wind felt like needles against her skin and it stuck to the fluff of her cat ears, slightly muting some of the noise, but she had no time to dwell on it. She felt the tremors under her feet through the sand and looked back over her shoulder.
Rising out from under the sand, was a massive pale yellow body. Sand falling from his horned head and shoulders, the monster looked straight at her. "Where phouka going!"
She smirked back at the ogre and stuck her tongue out at him, tempting the beast. It roared and trudged toward her, sweeping low with his hands to grab her. She laughed and picked up her pace, keeping just out of his reach.
Suddenly, the ogre jumped toward her and grabbed her in his enormous fist.
"Want back what was stolen! Your games not fun!"
The ogre tightened his grip on her as she writhed and wiggled, trying to escape.
"Aw, you know it's fun, Uggluk!"
"No!" Uggluk squeezed her tighter. "Give it back!"
She sighed and shook her head. "Oh alright, alright let me go it's in my pocket."
Glaring at her, Uggluk put her down, holding his hand out to her.
She dug into her pocket and clamped her fist around it. She held it up and he pushed his hand closer. She dropped the item in his hand.
Uggluk moved his hand closer to his face to see it, only to find a little pixie, sitting on his palm, blinking up at him in terror. He roared and threw the poor pixie to the ground, which exploded into a poof of leaves fluttering to the ground. Uggluk looked down to where Rhoslyn was standing, only to find an empty space. She laughed and Uggluk looked up to see her crossing over a hill.
"Rhoslyn! You damned phouka!" The Ogre yelled.
"Thanks Uggy baby for the tooth." She winked and disappeared down the hill. Just in time to miss the roar from Uggluk and the boulder he threw at her.
She smiled, feeling the trembling sand fade away and she took a few steps and stuffed the tooth inside her trench coat. She slid down the side of the hill, causing a blur of sand behind her. As she reached the bottom of the hill, she stood upright, dusting off her clothes.
"Tsk. Sand is such a pain to get out." She tried to shake the sand from her ears and tail, but she still felt sand in every nook.
She sighed and looked around at her surroundings and found the jungle in the distance. She flicked her auburn hair over her shoulder and started walking.
After a few minutes of walking she reached the jungle. She approached a tree with a scarlet cloth tied to it and placed her hand against its trunk. A light burst from the tree, revealing a door and she stepped through.
On the other side was a busy dirt street full of all kinds of faery from many different courts, Seelie, Unseelie, and many other smaller courts alike. Banshees, dwarfs, dryads, fir darrigs, goblins, pixies and many others roamed the street. Rhoslyn stepped through, earning a hiss from a passing swelled up spriggan. She grimaced at the grotesque creature but dismissed him, walking through the crowd of faeries.
She cut across the crowd and headed straight into an alley. As she walked she saw the shadow of a boogie following her, reaching towards her, but she kept her pace. When one of the shadows nearly touched her, she spun and grabbed the boogie's pale, thin neck and squeezed tightly, digging her black nails into his skin and glaring into the black depths of his eyes.
"I'm busy boogie. Fuck off." She pushed him back and he stumbled for a moment, but regained balance, turned and walked out of the alley, glaring back at her. Rhoslyn watched until he disappeared into the madness of faeries on the street and then she turned, walking further down the alley. She passed many dark shadows and could feel eyes on her, but she pushed forward, ignoring the hisses and growls she received.
After various turns and curves, she came to high iron gate. She glanced down both sides of the alley, smiling. No fey would dare come close to iron, even if it was just an illusion. She walked straight into the gate. At first the gate rippled, but once she walked through, it snapped back into its previous shape.
She blinked, adjusting to the darkness she stepped into. Once crimson eyes had adjusted, she looked around to see a black abyss with random colored doors floating in their places. She looked around and found the orange door. As she paced toward it, she counted down from twelve, but she had to be sure to leave out the six, or this would never work.
"Twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, five, four, three, two, one."
She stood just past the orange door and an ink-like substance flooded up from the black nothingness below her. The dark goo molded into a door with a door knob that was the face of a screaming ghoul. She slid her middle and ring fingers down the ghoul's throat. The ghoul choked and she grimaced and turned her fingers clockwise until there was a 'click'. She pulled her fingers loose and the door drifted open and she stepped through.
Once through she was met by a seductive looking glaistig, who was looking at Rhoslyn expectantly from behind a wooden counter.
"Did you get what I aaaaasked, Rhos?" Her 'a' dragged like that of a goat, which she only did in front of Rhoslyn.
"Yea I got it Basil." Rhoslyn never understood why people called her Rhos half the time. It wasn't even pronounced right for the spelling. Everyone said it rose but spelled it Rhos. There was no point to it. Nothing about her was flower-like, much less a rose. Nevertheless, Rhoslyn pulled the ogre tooth from her coat and laid it in the counter.
Basil coughed. "Well it certainly smells of an ogre."
She picked up the tooth and inspected it with 'hmm's and nods. When she was done she set it back down.
"I'll give you 21 silver for it."
Rhoslyn brow furrowed. "What? We agreed on 27 silver!"
"Yes, if you brought me a new tooth. This one is obviously a baby tooth that has long since fallen out."
"No! Don't even lie to me you stinking nanny! You never said a 'new' tooth! Give me my 27 silver! Or so help me I will jump over that counter and rip those horns from your head!"
Basil looked Rhoslyn in the eye blankly. Rhoslyn waited for an answer from the glaistig before she strangled her, never taking her eyes from her large, oddly shaped, pupils.
Basil sighed. "Fine, but you better not screw up the next order. I'll trick the damn redcap somehow." She reached under the counter and dropped a brown bag on the counter and Rhoslyn opened it to make sure she got all her pay.
"Well, tell me the whole order next time hag." Rhoslyn grunted and walked to the door in the corner of the room and pushed through. She walked into the dimly lit room and kicked off her boots and took off her coat and draped it on her coat rack and fell face first into the flat pillow. She laid there, unmoving, eyes closed until she heard a quiet tap. She turned her head to the side and slid her arm off the bed so her knuckles were on the floor, her palm up.
She felt little feet climb up onto her hand and little arms go partly around her thumb. She slowly pulled her hand back up to the bed next to her.
"Hey Fen. You held the fort well today."
A little pixie stepped from behind Rhoslyn's thumb and smiled.
Every phouka has one thing that is most precious to them. One thing that they are confident will always be theirs. For Rhoslyn, this tiny pixie was it.
He crawled down onto the bed and made his way up to her pillow.
"You feeling any better today?"
Fen's shoulder's drooped and he shook his head.
Rhoslyn tipped the pale slender chin up with a black nail, to meet her eyes. "It'll be okay. I'm sure you'll be back to normal in no time."
Fen's shoulders seemed to drop even further and he turned glancing back towards Rhoslyn, dread in his eyes.
She looked him in his silver eyes. "Fen, I won't let you stay wingless. I'll find some way to help you get your wings back and I'll kill the bastard who ripped them off. We'll head back to the Unseelie Court and then you'll talk to me again, right?"
Her hand moved up to her pillow and she softly caressed his face. Fen wrapped his arms around it and hugged as tightly as his little arms could. Rhoslyn cupped him in her hand and pulled him closer to her face and he climbed up her shoulder length auburn hair and snuggled into the warmth of her cat ears. His shoulders heaved as his tears started flowing silently and Rhoslyn stroked his short white hair.
After a while of tears and comforting mutterings and gestures, Fen fell asleep nestled behind Rhoslyn's furry ear. She stayed awake and continued stroking his feather soft hair, listening to quiet breaths of sleep and occasional snore. She sighed and nestled down into her bed and slowly fell asleep.
End Chapter 1