So, This is my first multi-chapter fic. I hope it's better than I think it is, and I think It's pretty awesome.
"I've honestly never found anything more disturbing in my whole life." Said a tall long haired woman, as she looked into a basin of water that instead of reflecting her face reflected a picture from far below. Her thick wavy hair fell across her shoulders like ribbons of silk, and they flowed in the air as if there were no gravity. "What are you looking at Elizabeth?" A man with practically no hair asked floating over to her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.
"How could we leave him in such a horrible place, Burt?" She asked looking at him with concern. Burt simply closed his eyes and smiled. "He is strong, Elizabeth, and it was his will to do so." He looked into the basin as well and continued. "No matter how we wish he had not."
On the ground far below the two onlookers a line of beings were being marched down a street, chains on their wrists and ankles, all connecting them together. Crowds had begun to form, all watching them march. Beings of almost every race, heads lowered as if ashamed, chests bare and a dark brand marking the flesh on the back of every being, they were half-breeds. Half-breeds were sold as slaves in every town, and even "Circuses". "Oh goodness..." A human whispered, placing her dark hand over her mouth, before rushing off.
At the head of the group was a young man, who looked mostly human, but his thick dark curly hair and slightly shorter stature showed he was a Human and Hobbit hybrid, and directly behind him, too short to be a giant, too tall to be a human walked a scrawny male, and neither were looking at their feet ashamed. "Stop!" A guard barked and the line came to a halt. They had come to the square, where the bidding was to begin. The line shifted facing the crowd to be inspected.
"Goodness what is he waring!" Elizabeth exclaimed, watching the basin, drawing a few looks from others around her who chuckled as well. An expected reaction from her when her son disguised himself.
Shifting through the crowd two hooded figures clothed in white slowly approached the guard. "Get back you!" The guard said, as the figures approached him, but they did not obey, only lowered their hoods, one revealing golden hair, and green eyes that bore into the guard. Beside him walked a darker skinned, slender woman whose face was as blank as the sun-haired man's. Her eyes a deep brown, ears pointed, and voice sharp. "Release them."
At the sound of her voice a woman from the group looked up, small wings fluttering, golden hair blown slightly, her Caribbean blue-green eyes wide, but the Elf did not look at her. "Who do you think you are?" The guard growled, motioning his spear at her, but the sun-haired man grabbed the wood in his grasp, eyes trained on the man, making him freeze.
"We represent the Order." The woman said, looking across the crowd. "And no longer will the slavery of half-breeds be ignored!" She rose a tanned hand and looked to the rooftop, as a signal, and at that moment a flash of light shot from a rooftop shattering the chains on the slaves, who quickly fled.
From the rooftop, at the right angle so none could see, a man in the same white cloak stood, a gold and silver bow in his hand. He watched the slaves free, and departed to let the elf and man play the dramatics.
The half hobbit ran, as if there were demons on his heels. He looked around for the half fairy girl, and almost giant man, two who had grown close to him on their journey, and he saw both of them stopped ahead. He slid to a stop and stood beside Finn, the half giant and looked at the being standing in front of them. By the height and way the white cloak fell it looked as if it were a woman, a pail hand was outstretched to them, and hanging from the hand was a bag, and that was what had them stilled. Miles away there was a similar figure, hand outstretched to other slaves, offering a bag, this was the way of the order. Offering safety for loyalty, and few half-breeds declined.
By a river, tall and wide white tents were set, unseen to those who were not meant to see, a veil perfected by god and wizard. "I've heard of the order's power, but never thought I would see it myself." The half hobbit said, eating his fill after the starved march and humiliation, just as the half giant and half fairy, and many others. The woman sitting by the fire, feeding and talking to them giggled. "We don't have nearly as much power as we need, hobbit." She said softly, pushing a strand of her thick dark hair back. "What are your names?"
"I'm Finn." The half giant spoke, before gesturing towards the hobbit and fairy. "This is Blaine and Brittany." The woman smiled and nodded.
"I'm Rachel. Here you will find many friendly and not so friendly people. William is one of our founders and you can speak to him for anything, however you may wish to avoid Sue." She said, stirring the pot of stew in front of her.
"Rachel!" A brown skinned woman called, running to her, brown wolf ears perked on the top of her head as she saw Rachel. "Rachel, he's back!"
Immediately Rachel stood. "Bring him here, Mercedes. I don't wish to leave the new ones!" The blatant grin on Rachel's face showed she truly wished to leave but didn't at the same time. Mercedes nodded and ran off to bring whomever they were talking about.
"A lover?" Finn asked, looking up from his bowl when Rachel laughed. "No, not at all. More like a brother. He's our best here, though he refuses to be the face of the order like many had suggested." She explained.
"Why?" Brittany asked, her voice light a smile still on her face, and Rachel couldn't help but smile at the simplicity.
Rachel looked up and saw Mercedes walking with a white cloaked figure, and grinned. "Because he can't change anything when he's a figure head." The three half-breeds looked up and saw the cloaked man, and for a moment could not feel anything but intimidation, that was until Mercedes pulled his hood down laughing.
The sight the three saw shocked them. The man looked like a porcelain doll. His skin was clear and flawless, hair perfectly styled, the light brown reflecting light like a crown and his smile was large as he laughed at something Mercedes said. He looked over to the three half-breeds and Rachel, smiling a little softer, and Blaine was captured in his eyes, that resembled a star in it's death, oceanic colors exploding inside those orbs. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, his voice high, and soft, clearly asking the three half-breeds.
Brittany nodded furiously at him. "You're really pretty, are you an Elf?" She asked, grinning wide eyed at him. The man smiled back at her.
"You are quite lovely yourself, but no I am not and elf." He said removing a bow holster from his back and placing it beside him. "Kurt, you should eat, you have been out all day." Rachel said, but the man shook his hand at her.
Kurt smiled at her, shaking his head and hand. "No Rachel, I have little time and I would like to talk with you and Mercedes before I leave again." He noticed Finn's eyes on him. "What are your names?"
Finn's eyes almost refused to leave Kurt. There was something about him that just didn't seem right. "I'm Finn, this is Blaine and Brittany." He said, and watched as Kurt bowed his head to them as a greeting.
Kurt spoke to Mercedes and Rachel for a few moments before returning his attention to the three half-breeds again. "Soon some of us will be going to the east to the oceans to stop the water trades, if any of you are willing to assist us in any way visit William." Kurt stood slinging his bow holster around his back again. "We could use as much help as possible."
With that the group watched him leave. "What is he?" Finn asked, watching Kurt walk away, and looked at Rachel who giggled once again.
Rachel and Mercedes shared a knowing smile before turning back to Blaine, Finn, and Brittany. "He's a god. God of the Sun, Music, Poetry, and Healing. Known to some as Helios, others as Apollo." The two giggled as they watched Blaine and Finn's faces.
"What is he doing here then?" Blaine asked looking after Kurt, who was at that time rolling his eyes at a rider with hair only at the hairline of his head.
Mercedes smiled. "We don't know. He won't tell us, but he was at the root of the Order... and that he refuses to return home until all slaves have at least tasted freedom."
Far above in the sky Elizabeth grinned behind her hands, that she placed over her mouth, pride radiating from her very being.
Okay, for those who want to say something about Apollo and Helios being different gods I did my research and yes, Helios is the son of Titans, but he is also in many Greek works considered to be Apollo as well, so yes, I know many of you are going to be all "Nya nya nya" Just don't. :)