Not exactly Halloweenie but maybe kinda scary regardless. Have as much fun as Clarke does. ;)
Okay, so for anyone who is confused:
My understanding with Lost Girl was that most fae were mixes of species and had the powers from both parents. It makes sense. There are a LOT of different ones. E.g. Evony was a muse, but she also had the ability to melt people. Bo was half succubus, half ancient, which was why she was so strong. Ciara was a Fairy/Scuffock (warrior) hybrid and could teleport. The Glaive was a wood nymph/telepath hybrid.
Also, some fae are only ever one gender. E.g. nymphs, furies, valkyries, amazons...they're all female. No exceptions. In order to reproduce, the father HAS to be a different species.
In my story:
Clarke is an air nymph/griffin hybrid. Her mother is an air nymph, her father is a griffin, which in itself is a hybrid of an eagle and a lion. So Clarke's almost like a double hybrid.
Lexa is an earth nymph/succubus hybrid. In this case her father was an incubus (male version of a succubus).
Raven is a fire nymph/other generic fire fae hybrid. So she only really has the one ability, but it's enhanced. Plus, she's still wicked smart.
Octavia is a water nymph/fairy hybrid. Fairy's are apparently very photogenic, hence, super model.
Bellamy is technically a water nymph/wolf shifter hybrid. But his nymph abilities are dormant since (in my mind) only females can exhibit nymph powers. Also, Bellamy and Octavia have different fathers.
So yes, I see now how this could be confusing. It wasn't to me, but I had it all laid out. Hope this clarifies things for everyone.
Suited up now, the armoured group made their way towards the elemental nymph, stopping some distance away from her reign of devastation. The city was slowly but surely being tossed onto its head, broken glass and twisted metal and fires dotted the ruined urban landscape.
When they were closer, they started to notice that this was no ordinary tornado. Besides its massive size, and expected swirling debris, there was water, earth, and fire spinning around the funnel only to shoot out haphazardly at anything and anyone unlucky enough to still be in range. Even being nymphs, no one was particularly anxious to approach such a perilous combination. But approach they must, and soon, or half the colony would be in ruins before she passed through to wreck havoc on the next town.
Secretly, Clarke had hoped the elemental would have 'burned' herself out by now and they wouldn't have to 'fight' her. She didn't care for violence at all, not since The Event.
"Jesus Christ!" yelled Octavia nervously, who had forgone the heavy helm for something she could actually see in. "She's like the fucking avatar!"
Clarke had no idea what she was talking about so didn't comment. Neither did anyone else.
The gusts of wind were so strong here that they could barely move forward, that is, until Clarke started diverting most of the air around them. Lexa, Octavia and Raven likewise did the same for any earth chunks, water jets and fireballs that happened to come their way. While they advanced on their demented adversary, Clarke couldn't help glancing towards Lexa, and was surprised to find that she was doing the same. It was an oddly soft look considering their present predicament, one she hadn't seen since their last encounter almost sixty years ago. Unsettling feelings fluttered within, and Clarke immediately averted her gaze and attempted to regain focus on the task literally at hand.
They made good progress until they passed a threshold point, where the tornado began sucking them in, instead of out. Though Clarke was concentrating as hard as she could, sweat continuously trickling down and into her eyes, she was beginning to find the exertion too much of a tax on her system, and before anyone could really react, all four of them were shooting up into the sky, getting caught in the vortex. Vainly she reached for Raven's hand but was pulled just out of reach before she could make contact.
The sheer speed of the winds made it impossible to hear anyone else or the bits of debris bouncing off of her armour, and also caused her eyes to water, further hampering her usually stellar vision. If not for the occasional fireball (one of which she just barely missed being scorched by) she would hardly be able to see in this swirling madness. Still she looked around as best she could, trying to locate the others, hoping that they were okay and hadn't been crushed by a particularly large object, like a car, of which there were several in here. Squinting through the remnants of tears, she made out what appeared to be a garden gnome, or was it a real gnome?
Clarke tried to push out of the vortex's pull with her abilities, but was far too weak. In that moment she knew there was only two ways this would go down. Either she did nothing and let nature (or rather, the nymph) take its course. Or she shifted.
A hundred years ago she swore she would die before shifting again. But this wasn't just her life on the line. There was no choice.
Here's hoping I still remember how.
Without bothering to shed armour or clothing - and really, she couldn't have if she tried, her limbs were more or less pinned to her sides – she found that inner, ancient voice in the back of her mind, allowed it to fill her up with its wisdom and power, felt that forever ago but familiar irresistible tug, and burst forth reborn, like a caterpillar from its cocoon.
For a moment she simply basked in the surge of adrenaline and superiority that swept through her and the primal urges that came along with that. The next moment she cringed at the broken bits of jagged armour whipping away from her to potentially go and harm her sisters. In the third moment, she got ahold of herself and used her enhanced eagle vision to scout out the others. Quickly, she spotted one, and then she unfurled her wings and struck against the pull of the vortex, effectively swimming in the air current as she made her way over to them.
Octavia freaked when she saw this massive beast clawing it's way towards her and screamed. The Fairy-Nymph briefly choked on something that slipped its way inside her mouth. Clarke grasped the struggling girl in her talons and struggled until she had succeeded in breaking free of the pull altogether, out into the open air. As if no time at all had passed since her last transformation, Clarke shot upwards like an arrow, arced gracefully, before depositing Octavia safe and sound on top of a building that had managed to remain unscathed. The wide eyed girl stared at her, at her large glowing blue eyes and said, "Clarke?!"
She dipped her beak and then took off again and back into the fray. Before she got there however, a fireball came spiraling out of the top, and with it, Raven. They were going to collide with the ground at a frightening speed, so she flattened her wings and dove towards her girlfriend, desperately hoping to catch her before then. When Raven noticed her approach, she let go of the flame that she had hitched a ride on, and they more or less collided with one another instead.
Startled, Clarke just barely managed to pull up before impact with the devastated concrete, digging her claws in to bring them to an abrupt halt and avoid hitting a literal brick wall. The force was too much for Raven's grasp around her neck and she still flung into it with a clatter. Clarke cawed her dismay, frowning at the unexpected sound. The hunk of burned metal stirred moments later, lifting its head up to grin dizzily at her. Relieved, Clarke swished her long, agile tail.
"That was fun," Raven said wearily. She focused more. "Damn, Clarke, I forgot how majestic you looked like that. It's so fucking cool!" She winked. "Too bad I'm not into bestiality."
Clarke rolled her over sized sinister looking eyes.
Raven flicked a wrist. "Go do what you have to do, sky girl."
Again, she was startled to hear something she hadn't heard in ages.
Raven held her gaze, suddenly serious. "But come back to me in one piece, okay?"
She cawed her assent and then went after her next target, The Ash.
Preoccupied with looking for Lexa (on the outskirts of the tornado), she was too slow to dodge a vicious jet of water. It cut her half feathered, half pelted side, thankfully not deeply. Still, it stung badly, especially when bits of dirt started finding their way into the wound, and consequently was an unwelcome distraction.
Finally, her keen eyesight pierced through the veil of chaos, locating her former lover. Lexa had also kept her head like Raven, and had secured herself to a large chunk of disintegrating earth the elemental had uprooted, hoping to ride it out. Clarke debated whether or not to simply let Lexa do this and then rinse and repeat her previous rescue.
The debate was short lived as she caught sight of what appeared to be a fire hydrant zinging its way towards an oblivious Lexa. Clarke let herself get sucked into the pull and then struck her way downward, having overshot her destination. She urged herself to go faster, straining every muscle attached to her powerful wings, but was too slow. The hydrant smashed into Lexa, knocking her clean off of the hunk of dirt, and hurtling just out of reach.
Clarke weaved around some miscellaneous objects, dodged yet another fireball, and finally caught the unconscious and somewhat bulky form in her claws.
Pulling free of the vortex once more, she glided on a strong updraft and a safe distance away before depositing the unmoving figure on the ground. She prodded Lexa's dinged armour as gently as she could with her claw, hoping she would stir like Raven had. When there was no response after increasingly rough prods, Clarke freaked and swiftly shifted back to human form. Wrenching off Lexa's dented helm, she pressed a kiss to cold lips, as if she was trying to awaken sleeping beauty (one of the most annoying Fae known to Faekind, besides Finn of course).
The response was delayed, but then Lexa's eyes flew open, blazing green, and she half pulled Clarke on top of her, sucking out a bit of chi. Then she froze at the sight of a nude Clarke half propped above her and was apparently unable to stop herself from looking down and getting an eye full. Clarke shivered, and not because of the chill of the night on her bare skin.
"What are you doing, Clarke?" Lexa said conversationally, as though she wasn't currently in a compromising position.
She caught a glint of gold peeking up through the collar of Lexa's breastplate.
How could I be so stupid?! The immortality necklace!
"I thought you were hurt badly," she murmured, feeling the embarrassment and heat running up her cheeks and thankful that all the power grid was down, masking this somewhat.
Lexa refrained from laughing in her face and instead very seriously said, "An easy mistake to make. It's been a hectic night, to say the least."
They looked at each other for a time, the urge to kiss her again growing almost unbearable. Disgusted at her urges, she finally willed herself to get off of Lexa and turn her back.
"I've got to go back in, try to put a stop to this once and for all."
Armour crunched behind her as Lexa shifted into a (presumably) upright position. "Clarke, wait, you're bleeding."
She nodded vaguely. Now that the adrenaline had been staunched briefly, she could feel the accumulation of many cuts all over her body, on top of the gash on her side.
"It's nothing," she said dismissively, angry with herself for needlessly cheating on Raven and wanting to do it again right after.
"At least take this then," Lexa said, close enough to feel her breath on her neck. Clarke shivered again and tried to ignore the other sensations taking hold.
"I already told you. I don't want it."
Then Lexa said something she had heard from only two other people in her life. But somehow when Lexa said it, she actually believed it for once.
"It wasn't your fault, Clarke."
Fighting back the tears, she gruffly said, "And how would you know?"
"Because I know you. However much you try to hide it."
"I've got to go," she said, kneeling in place.
Her father's gold chain appeared before her face. "Please, take it. If not for me, then for Raven."
Another hot burst of liquid guilt slithered down her belly like poison. With a shaking hand, she reached for the necklace, fingers grazing against Lexa's olive skin and then put it on, just as she had done one hundred years ago.
"All right, father," she said softly, slipping it on over her mane of golden hair, "I will wear the necklace."
They went off behind two distant trees to disrobe in private before shifting. She was so excited that she didn't bother to pile her fineries neatly on the blanket laid out, and simply flung them to the dirt. Her mother would probably get angry about that later on, but that was the last thought on her mind.
She shifted without ceremony, feeling the exquisite, yet enjoyable pain as her bones and muscles stretched to foreign and massive proportions. Though imbued with expanding metal, the necklace was still tight against her feathered neck. Which was probably for the best considering she planned on doing all sorts of acrobatics once she took to the air.
Feeling even more invincible than she usual did in this form, she stalked out of the forest to find her father waiting for her. He stood on his haunches, unfurled his wings and flapped them powerfully once, lifting several feet off the ground. He stayed in place, flapping every couple of seconds, waiting for her to join him. Clarke mimicked his actions and was pleasantly surprised when she too found herself so effortlessly air born.
He smiled with his eyes and then turned and began a gradual ascent, taking his time, letting her get a feel for it before they got too high. But Clarke was impetuous and youthful, and was intoxicated by how liberating this was, and didn't feel like waiting. She shot past him, something he cawed at in displeasure. Clarke wanted to go faster and faster, as fast as she could go.
The landscape below was changing now from trees to fields, and she thought she was going at a good clip. She glanced behind her, looking for her father to see how much distance she had gained on him, and was puzzled that he was nowhere to be seen. Reluctantly, she came to a halt, hovering like a great big bizarre hummingbird, waiting for him to catch up. Then she looked forward again as a massive shape hurtled towards her.
She had time to caw in panic once before her father veered off at the last second, avoiding collision. He smiled at her cheekily this time, making her narrow her own eyes. Then she grinned, and took after him, and they chased and whirled around each other like children would, laughing all the while.
She didn't know how much time had passed while they surveyed their domain. Thousands of feet up in the sky, she could see the whole peaceful, darkened world beneath her claws and in that moment believed that it belonged to her, and her alone. Perhaps it was this hubris that led to her downfall.
The storm seemed to come out of nowhere. More likely they had simply been so absorbed in self rumination that they didn't notice it earlier. Dark clouds and rain hit them from all sides, obscuring their view of pretty much anything other than each other.
Her father needlessly gestured for them to go, and she was about to follow, when he suddenly froze, feathers bristling all along his neck and front quarters. It was almost comical. Then she heard the whine of an engine and she looked up to find an out of control airplane about to collide with her at considerable speed. Before she could do anything at all, her father had body checked her sideways, making her spin around violently. By the time she regained equilibrium, it was to find his battered, heavily cut and bleeding body falling alongside a twisted, on fire hunk of metal, and a crushed human.
Man, airplane and beast careened ever downward through the thundering blankets of clouds and rain. In shock, it took her several moments to go after him, praying he was still alive. She had barely moved when an explosion lit up the night sky like the lightning that was unnervingly close. Clarke screamed as his body was blown apart and the mushy pieces that once held so much intelligence and kindness and life rained down on unsuspecting villagers below.
Shaking the disturbing and traumatic recollection aside, she shifted back into Griffin form and took off. Before she got too far away, she looked back at Lexa, to find her staring at her in what could only be described as awe. Feeling determined and emboldened, she flew high above the ravaged city, until she was poised above the opening of the funnel. She scanned the inside of the tornado for any sign of the elemental, and this time, because she was focusing so intently on one target, instead of worrying about the safety of her friends, she located her.
The elemental was where they had expected her to be, that is, on the ground, walking slowly forward like she was out for a stroll and not destroying everything in sight. The street behind her bare feet cracked and folded inward once she had passed by. Even if Clarke was successful in stopping her, the city was going to need to undergo a considerable amount of reconstruction. If only they – correction, she - had managed to push straight through the vortex without being swept up, they could have put a stop to this ages ago.
She steadied her nerves, then plunged directly downward through the heart of the funnel, buffeting sideways back and forth as the vortex attempted to pull her in again. More things were bouncing off of her, some cutting, and she knew she was going to be sporting some wicked bruises once she stopped the elemental, that is assuming she even could on her own. Clarke swerved around both a chunk of concrete and another water jet and then found herself suddenly in a bubble of space where no howling winds could be felt or heard.
Clarke dropped down, hovering beside the elemental, a short elderly lady with a limp who's wig had come off. It was hard to believe that she was the cause of so much destruction. But then again, the Mongolian death worm appeared just as innocent too and was arguably even more dangerous than a whacked out elemental.
The original plan had been to subdue her with their combined powers, but that was clearly out of the question. So Clarke did the only thing she could think of, she grasped the tiny woman in her claw and took up into the sky with her, tornado and all. The hope was that whatever small shred of sense was left in her would be so startled by this change in altitude and direction, that she might stop her rampage.
She had no such luck, and now the tornado, was pointed horizontally, with the other three elements still swirling from the woman's outstretched hands and up along the vortex. If Clarke flew them out of the city and towards the open water, there was the possibility of hurting people in non-evacuated places before then.
She knew what she had to do now, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Her talons were very powerful. One good squeeze would probably do the trick. And still, she hesitated. It wasn't the elementals fault that she had lost control of her senses. Strange how she could apply that logic to others but not to herself.
Clarke mentally prepared herself, and just as she was about to squeeze the life out of the elemental, a red haired lady in a hideous floral pant suit appeared in front of her.
The lady looked around and muttered, "Oh dear. Nana has been very naughty indeed." Then she flew closer, put her fingertips to her feet and...tickled her?
Seriously!?
The elderly elemental giggled like a child, blinked and then became cognizant of the person hovering by her feet. "Patricia?"
The badly dressed woman flew horizontally, hovering sideways and placed her hands on each side of her grandmothers face. "Yes, dearie, it's me," she said quite loudly, but not exactly yelling "You can stop obliterating these people. I'll take you home now."
"Did you say home?" the older woman said lighting up, and just like that the tornado dissipated and everything caught up in the vortex fell. Clarke was very glad she had saved her friends first. It would have been difficult to have caught them all before they were crushed on impact.
"I did, nana," she said with a smile.
"Oh well, that's all I wanted," replied the older woman, returning the smile. "But say," she continued, taking note of Clarke's talon around her, "what is this all about?"
More or less floating on her back, Patricia glanced up at Clarke. "Ah, well, that's nothing to be concerned about, nana."
Clarke cawed as if to say, 'Why didn't you come sooner?'
Patricia gave her an apologetic look, as if she had understood. "I'm afraid time works differently over there. I only just heard you asking for help. And then I just knew it was my nana, so I came straight away."
The skies had mostly cleared, returning the city to its former nighttime glory. With the power out, it reminded Clarke of the way her home used to be. You could actually see the stars and contemplate all of life's mysteries.
"If you'll be so kind as to release her, we'll be on our way."
More than happy to see an end to this fiasco, she handed the elderly elemental over to her granddaughter. Said granddaughter spared another glance at the devastated city and grimaced.
"And again, I really am sorry for this mess." She smiled at Clarke while nana patted her beak, "And thank you for not killing her."
Clarke bobbed her great feathered head and then the elementals disappeared.
Good riddance.
I feel like the conclusion to this mini saga was about as campy/ridiculous as LG generally was. But maybe you feel differently...or have never watched it...:p
Team Earth or Team Fire? *cue an Earth, Wind and Fire song*
Any guesses what happens next? (I'll use the best ideas...jk...maybe).