Disclaimer: I don't own anything here, not even the ones with strange
names. They're usually obscure mythological figures and belong to others.
A/N: This is not my first fic but it is my first attempt at a Laby fic. Be kind.
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Prologue:
She giggled to see her husband leaning over the cradle, cooing to the newborn. No matter how powerful a man was, she mused, his precious children could bring him to his knees. Especially this one.
It had been a fluke, she admitted that, but it was the most wonderful fluke she had known in her three thousand year existence. The first baby in their home in almost six hundred years. She had thought she had been past her childbearing years but she reflected that that had been foolish. When one was immortal, how could you have such limitations?
Her king straightened up and she looked at that chiseled face that was so characteristic of the fae. He arched an eyebrow at her and she realized that she was still wearing a goofy smile. She walked over to him and gave him a little kiss. Even after more than two thousand years of marriage, she still loved him deeply. Her graceful form turned to the cradle.
"Our daughter will be the heir to our kingdom, won't she?"
A cloud passed over her husband's face and she knew what he was thinking. Their other children, while cordial and generally well behaved towards one another, were in an unspoken competition to gain their parents favor, and their thrones. It was very distressing to them. Ten children, how could a parent chose? In the end, the king had decided to give his throne to the one most untouched by the contest, the one with the most virtue and generosity.
"If she proves herself to be worthy of such a responsibility, then yes, I suppose she will be."
"Won't our eldest son, Tyr, be angry that his birthright has been robbed of him?"
Her husband gave a little laugh, "Tyr has more sense than that my dear. You know as well as I do that birthright is not very important to immortals. Besides, he's usually busy in Scandinavia. You know, the whole thing is really unnecessary because we are immortal."
The queen gave him a stern look, "It's possible for us to die, or do you forget that your father died to give you the throne?"
He nodded solemnly. The fae did have their weaknesses. Iron, thank goodness, was not one of them, as many mortals believed but there were some…
He placed his hand next to his daughter and she wrapped her own around his finger.
"My little princess… I hope you will never go through what I did to obtain a throne."
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The baby snuggled into her blanket as a figure stole into the nursery. As it closed in on the sleeping child the moonlight fell across its face. Anyone who saw it would not believe it was the face of a fifty-year-old man. He looked more like he was twenty with his dark eyes, smooth skin and raven black hair. Of course, in the fae world, fifty was nothing. A mere child, just like the one lying before him.
Wrapping the heiress in a blanket, he paused to marvel at his situation. Here he was, Lemures, the scorned, "worthless" fae, kidnapping the most powerful creature of his society. Someday this child would rule the world and, if everything went according to plan, he would be ruling with her. He snickered at this thought. They wouldn't be ruling together for long; he would find a way to usurp all of the power.
Grinning wickedly, Lemures transported himself and the tiny baby to a small town in America. No one would come looking for a missing fairy here. Just in case though, he placed a powerful magic-dampening spell on the girl. He couldn't risk her discovering her powers before it was time, before he came to take her back to her own world.
He stepped into the hospital. Invisible, he walked to the delivery wing. As soon as Lemures entered the hallway he heard the wailing of a heartbroken woman begin.
"NO! NO! MY BABY!"
Her husband was trying to hold his wife back as the doctors tried unsuccessfully to revive the stillborn child (A/N: yes, I know it's awful, I couldn't help it, sorry). Lemures, still invisible, leaned on the doorframe and smiled at the sight of such suffering. Then he shrugged and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the stillborn baby was in his arms and the princess was with the doctors.
Ten minutes later, the thunderstruck doctors handed a crying little girl to the overjoyed mother.
"We don't understand it, Mrs. Williams, but here is your daughter. She seems to be in perfect health."
Lemures lounged out. He had to prepare for the panic in the royal palace when Titania and Oberon discovered that their child was missing.
"See you soon, little princess."
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Well, that's the prologue folks. I'll be writing this one for awhile… I'm warning you right now, it's a rather complicated plot. Any suggestions are welcome.
Oh! And now that you've read the prologue you might be curious to know that while Oberon and Titania are merely fictional characters created by Shakespeare, the Scandinavians did really believe in a war god named Tyr. Lemures is a Greek spirit – but I'll tell you more about him later. And I want to give credit where it is deserved… I'm far from the first one to think of including ancient gods and goddesses as part of the fae. Several others have already claimed that. Obviously, they aren't supposed to be gods in my story, simply revered fae.
Enough babbling… R/R! Please!
A/N: This is not my first fic but it is my first attempt at a Laby fic. Be kind.
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Prologue:
She giggled to see her husband leaning over the cradle, cooing to the newborn. No matter how powerful a man was, she mused, his precious children could bring him to his knees. Especially this one.
It had been a fluke, she admitted that, but it was the most wonderful fluke she had known in her three thousand year existence. The first baby in their home in almost six hundred years. She had thought she had been past her childbearing years but she reflected that that had been foolish. When one was immortal, how could you have such limitations?
Her king straightened up and she looked at that chiseled face that was so characteristic of the fae. He arched an eyebrow at her and she realized that she was still wearing a goofy smile. She walked over to him and gave him a little kiss. Even after more than two thousand years of marriage, she still loved him deeply. Her graceful form turned to the cradle.
"Our daughter will be the heir to our kingdom, won't she?"
A cloud passed over her husband's face and she knew what he was thinking. Their other children, while cordial and generally well behaved towards one another, were in an unspoken competition to gain their parents favor, and their thrones. It was very distressing to them. Ten children, how could a parent chose? In the end, the king had decided to give his throne to the one most untouched by the contest, the one with the most virtue and generosity.
"If she proves herself to be worthy of such a responsibility, then yes, I suppose she will be."
"Won't our eldest son, Tyr, be angry that his birthright has been robbed of him?"
Her husband gave a little laugh, "Tyr has more sense than that my dear. You know as well as I do that birthright is not very important to immortals. Besides, he's usually busy in Scandinavia. You know, the whole thing is really unnecessary because we are immortal."
The queen gave him a stern look, "It's possible for us to die, or do you forget that your father died to give you the throne?"
He nodded solemnly. The fae did have their weaknesses. Iron, thank goodness, was not one of them, as many mortals believed but there were some…
He placed his hand next to his daughter and she wrapped her own around his finger.
"My little princess… I hope you will never go through what I did to obtain a throne."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The baby snuggled into her blanket as a figure stole into the nursery. As it closed in on the sleeping child the moonlight fell across its face. Anyone who saw it would not believe it was the face of a fifty-year-old man. He looked more like he was twenty with his dark eyes, smooth skin and raven black hair. Of course, in the fae world, fifty was nothing. A mere child, just like the one lying before him.
Wrapping the heiress in a blanket, he paused to marvel at his situation. Here he was, Lemures, the scorned, "worthless" fae, kidnapping the most powerful creature of his society. Someday this child would rule the world and, if everything went according to plan, he would be ruling with her. He snickered at this thought. They wouldn't be ruling together for long; he would find a way to usurp all of the power.
Grinning wickedly, Lemures transported himself and the tiny baby to a small town in America. No one would come looking for a missing fairy here. Just in case though, he placed a powerful magic-dampening spell on the girl. He couldn't risk her discovering her powers before it was time, before he came to take her back to her own world.
He stepped into the hospital. Invisible, he walked to the delivery wing. As soon as Lemures entered the hallway he heard the wailing of a heartbroken woman begin.
"NO! NO! MY BABY!"
Her husband was trying to hold his wife back as the doctors tried unsuccessfully to revive the stillborn child (A/N: yes, I know it's awful, I couldn't help it, sorry). Lemures, still invisible, leaned on the doorframe and smiled at the sight of such suffering. Then he shrugged and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the stillborn baby was in his arms and the princess was with the doctors.
Ten minutes later, the thunderstruck doctors handed a crying little girl to the overjoyed mother.
"We don't understand it, Mrs. Williams, but here is your daughter. She seems to be in perfect health."
Lemures lounged out. He had to prepare for the panic in the royal palace when Titania and Oberon discovered that their child was missing.
"See you soon, little princess."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, that's the prologue folks. I'll be writing this one for awhile… I'm warning you right now, it's a rather complicated plot. Any suggestions are welcome.
Oh! And now that you've read the prologue you might be curious to know that while Oberon and Titania are merely fictional characters created by Shakespeare, the Scandinavians did really believe in a war god named Tyr. Lemures is a Greek spirit – but I'll tell you more about him later. And I want to give credit where it is deserved… I'm far from the first one to think of including ancient gods and goddesses as part of the fae. Several others have already claimed that. Obviously, they aren't supposed to be gods in my story, simply revered fae.
Enough babbling… R/R! Please!