My philosophy is pretty simple and day nobody's trying to kill me is a good day in my book.
I haven't had many good days lately.
Not since the walls between Mand and Raery came down.
But then, there's not a sidhe-seer alive who's had a good day since then.
Before The Compact was stuck between Man and Fae (Around 4000 B.C. for those of you who aren't up on your Fae history), the Unseelie Hunters hunted us down like animals and killed us. But The Compact forbade the Fae to spill human blood, so for the next six thousand years, give or take a few centuries, those with True Vision-people like me who can't be fooled by Fae glamour or magic were taken captive and imprisoned in Faery until they died. Real big difference there: dying or being stuck in Faery until you die. Unlike soem people I know, I'm not fascinated by them. Dealing with the Fae is like dealing with any addiction you give in, they'll own you, you resist, they never will.
Now that the walls are down, the Hunters are back to killin us again. Staping us out like we're the plague on this plane.
Aoibheal, the Seelie Queen of the Light, is no longer in charge. In fact, nobody seems to know where she is anymore, and soem people are begining to wonder if she is anymore. The Seelie and Unseelie have been smearing thir bloody was all over our world since her disappearance, adn although some might say I'm being broody and persupper hand over thir fairer brethren.
Which is a really, really bad thing.
Not that I like the Seelie any better. I don't. The only good Fae is a dead Fae in my book. It's just that the Seelie aren't quite as lethal as the Unseelie. They don't kill us on sight. They have a use for us.
Sex.
Though they barely credit us with sentience, they have a taste for us in bed.
When they're done with a woman, she's a mess. It gets in her blood. Unprotected Fae-Sex awakens a frenzy of sexual hunger inside a woman for somethign she should never have had to begin with, and will never be able to forget. It takes a long time for her to recover but at least she's alive.
Which means a chance to fight another day. To help try to find a way to return out world to what it once was. To send those fae bastards back to whatever hell they came from.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, ahead of the story.
I began as most thing begina Not on a dark and stormy night. NOt foreshadowed by ominous here come the willain music, dire warnings at the bottom of a teacup, or dread portents in the sky.
It began small and innocuously as most catastrophes do. A butterfly flaps its wings somewhere and the wind changes, and a warm front hits a cold front off the coast of western Africe and before you know it you've got a hurricane closing in. But the time anyone figured out the storm was coming, it was too late to do anything but batten down the hatches and exercise damage control.
My name is Kagome. Gome for short. I'm a sidhe-seer, a fact I accepted only recently and very reluctantly.
There were more of us out there than anyone knew. And it's a damn good thing, too.
We're damage control.
I haven't had many good days lately.
Not since the walls between Mand and Raery came down.
But then, there's not a sidhe-seer alive who's had a good day since then.
Before The Compact was stuck between Man and Fae (Around 4000 B.C. for those of you who aren't up on your Fae history), the Unseelie Hunters hunted us down like animals and killed us. But The Compact forbade the Fae to spill human blood, so for the next six thousand years, give or take a few centuries, those with True Vision-people like me who can't be fooled by Fae glamour or magic were taken captive and imprisoned in Faery until they died. Real big difference there: dying or being stuck in Faery until you die. Unlike soem people I know, I'm not fascinated by them. Dealing with the Fae is like dealing with any addiction you give in, they'll own you, you resist, they never will.
Now that the walls are down, the Hunters are back to killin us again. Staping us out like we're the plague on this plane.
Aoibheal, the Seelie Queen of the Light, is no longer in charge. In fact, nobody seems to know where she is anymore, and soem people are begining to wonder if she is anymore. The Seelie and Unseelie have been smearing thir bloody was all over our world since her disappearance, adn although some might say I'm being broody and persupper hand over thir fairer brethren.
Which is a really, really bad thing.
Not that I like the Seelie any better. I don't. The only good Fae is a dead Fae in my book. It's just that the Seelie aren't quite as lethal as the Unseelie. They don't kill us on sight. They have a use for us.
Sex.
Though they barely credit us with sentience, they have a taste for us in bed.
When they're done with a woman, she's a mess. It gets in her blood. Unprotected Fae-Sex awakens a frenzy of sexual hunger inside a woman for somethign she should never have had to begin with, and will never be able to forget. It takes a long time for her to recover but at least she's alive.
Which means a chance to fight another day. To help try to find a way to return out world to what it once was. To send those fae bastards back to whatever hell they came from.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, ahead of the story.
I began as most thing begina Not on a dark and stormy night. NOt foreshadowed by ominous here come the willain music, dire warnings at the bottom of a teacup, or dread portents in the sky.
It began small and innocuously as most catastrophes do. A butterfly flaps its wings somewhere and the wind changes, and a warm front hits a cold front off the coast of western Africe and before you know it you've got a hurricane closing in. But the time anyone figured out the storm was coming, it was too late to do anything but batten down the hatches and exercise damage control.
My name is Kagome. Gome for short. I'm a sidhe-seer, a fact I accepted only recently and very reluctantly.
There were more of us out there than anyone knew. And it's a damn good thing, too.
We're damage control.