Dreams 2
The old man walked over to the girl. Once he was satisfied she was indeed asleep thanks to his potion, he shed the glamour. He limped over to his kitchen area and pulled a cauldron and some other herbs down from the shelves. He took his black handled dagger and walked over to the girl. He bent down and removed a chunk of her hair. He walked over to the cauldron and placed the hair and the herbs inside. He set it over the candle flame and watched.
It turned blue and he smiled. "yes I am right a true child of dananue" he smiled fate had delivered to him the one thing he needed to gain his revenge on Balor, and it was the one thing that could resurrect his beloved. He sighed longingly and looked at the tapestry. Behind the wall was the remains of the princess Nuala. Resting on a funeral dais he had made for her with his own two hands.
Her brother's corpse he left lie. Nuada had cost him the use of his other leg and almost his life. If the cliff had not given when it did he would have lost his head instead of his leg. The fomorian wizard kneeled beside the girl. She had readily agreed to aid him so the requirements were met already. He grabbed her collar and dragged her into the next room. The tapestry parted and he slid her across the polished floor. The remains of the golden army watched with lifeless eyes.
He pulled her onto the stone he had prepared. When this idea had first come to him he thought it madness. There were no true children of Danae left in the world. None followed the old ways and if they did they were merely pretenders. None as young, as pure as this young woman. He shackled her limbs to the stone and stripped her of her clothes.
She must be as she entered the world. As a precaution he checked her to make sure she remained an untouched maid. His own long denied need almost derailed his plans and he went into the other room to quench it. Danny came to slowly she was freezing cold and the guys couch felt like rock. She opened her eyes and saw a strange leaf pattern on the ceiling. She tried to roll over and found she couldn't move at all. She looked down and panicked. He entered the room at her first panicked scream and crossed the room quickly.
Though bethmora was long deserted there were still fae who frequented its ruins. He knew this because they had been reassembling the prince's remains and he couldn't dispose of them until he knew who protected them. He stopped in front of the girl. She was struggling against his bonds and thrashing around. He smacked her check to get her to stop screaming.
"easy child I shall not harm you" he said "untie me you freak, what are you some sort of devil worshiper?" she yelled. He snorted and ignored her demands. "now hush you promised to aid me and aid me you shall, I shall release you when I am through" he said. She watched as he raised a knife over his head and mumbled some words over it.
Absurdly her photographic memory recorded his chant. She watched in horror as he made five cuts on her bare skin. She screamed each time and begged him to stop. She was sobbing as he caught the blood in a silver cup. The ones on her wrists hurt but the ones he did above each breast and above her privates stung more. He took the cup over to another pedestal and began chanting something loud and clear.
She memorized that as well. Then he poured the blood into the statues mouth. She frowned at him all this was over a piece of rock? Then she felt it a pulling at her limbs then at her veins, it became a burning and she screamed in terror and pain as it became blindingly painful. She was sobbing when it stopped and she glanced at the statue.
Was she seeing things, was its chest moving? "yes oh yes it worked oh yes" said the man. He pulled the now living statue woman into his arms and picked her up. "please don't kill me" whispered Danny "oh no I can't do that you've been so very helpful I thank you for your aid and I count your word fulfilled" said the wizard. "he started to walk away carrying the woman statue in his arms.
"please do not leave me like this" she begged "no of course not, I shall leave you your own kingdom" he waved to bethmora's ruins
"and here is your fairy prince, enjoy your stay" he said the chains uncoiled and released her from the stone slab. She rolled off of it and to the ground. She ran to the door he had exited through and found only a rock wall. She pounded her fists against it and sobbed.
"help me, somebody help!" she screamed until her throat burned, then she sobbed. She collapsed by the door and sobbed into her arms. After a few minutes she regained some measure of control. She walked over to the slab and found the remains of her clothes. The pants were history but she was able to make a wrap skirt out of the fabric. Her shirt was likewise so she did the same with it. She wiped at her eyes and looked around.
She spotted the pile of rubble in the corner and realized it was a second statue. She wandered closer. The first statue had been alive was this one as well. She kneeled next to it and looked it over. It was a man, it features were quite handsome. The wizard had called him a prince. She reached her hand out to touch him.
"I guess I only have you for company now" she said. the visage remained unmoved. She touched it carefully someone had been putting it back together and she didn't want to disturb his work. She leaned down and lightly kissed his lips. They were cold and smooth beneath hers. She sighed great I've officially lost it I just kissed a statue. She walked back over to where the woman had been laying a crude circle was drawn on the floor.
Danny smiled to herself and picked up a rock. First she wrote out her story on the wall just in case she died here and someone found her body.
Then she carved the symbols and the circle around the prince's fallen form. The candles she pulled from there niches and placed around her circle in the exact same location the others had been for the girl. After all he had done it and she wasn't exactly a stranger to the craft. She drew a deep breath; this was just like calling the corners she reasoned.
She stood there for a moment. The cup was gone; he took it with him so how would she get the blood into his mouth. She swallowed and also she would need a blade. She looked around the room. She spotted a glint of metal and walked towards it. It was a spear so she decided to use that. She reopened the wounds he had made along the same cuts. And set the wounds directly to his lips.
The wrists and ankles were easy. The breasts and private area, now that was a problem of angles. She was quite embarrassed about being found in that position. She was sure it would look like she was trying to ride the statue. She bent over the prince's mouth and squeezed her breast so the blood flowed down it. She winced when the skin pulled on the cut.
Then she did the private one. She ended up straddling his face and chanting as the blood dripped into his mouth. She chanted the words loud and clear. Putting desperation behind the words she kept going. She slowly slid down his form and straddled his hips. The wounds on her wrists were bleeding profusely and she realized she had cut them too deep.
She was bleeding to death as she cast this spell. "live damn it, breathe take my life if you have to but stop that bastard" said Danny. She passed out lying on top of the prince's body. He blinked and drew a breath. His chest felt heavy but he still drew another one. He shifted and pushed with one hand.
The weight fell off of him. A rock he reasoned and opened his eyes. His first thought was why am I not still dead? He sat up slowly and ran his hand over his form. There was blood on his clothes, human blood. Had he fought a human before he died? He shook his head. No he had tried to resurrect the golden army and Nuala had. He froze "Nuala?" he said out loud.
No sound greeted his query he got up and walked towards the funeral dais. That hadn't been there before, had someone sought to honor his sister. He looked where he had been lying. Barren rock, obviously whoever it was thought he didn't deserve that honor.
Then he noticed the small form crumbled beside where he had lain. Human he sneered at it and walked away from it. He wandered the room. The human was expiring he could tell by its shallow breathing that it was on its way out. Words caught his eyes, human words carved into the walls of bethmora. He raised his hand to wipe the offending graffiti away. Then he paused the words were strange and had caught his attention.* I thought he needed my help I didn't know he was evil. Now he has her and I don't even know how to stop him. I'll probably draw my last breath here but I would undo what it did if I could* he turned to the girl from her story the wizard could be no other but The treacherous fomorian who had betrayed his father's court to the humans and caused the war to begin with.
Jaxster had been his name and he had been fixated on his sister even back then but father knew he had designs on the throne so he denied him the match. He had turned traitor leading humans into fae compounds and selling his people into slavery at the human's hands. Nuada clenched his hands at his side. "No you would not as we did not either" he whispered he walked towards the girl and eyed the spell set up.
"a resurrection spell, and you worked it alone, interesting" said Nuada he flipped her over with his foot. Her clothing was undone and he noticed she was bleeding from several cuts. He saw his weapon clutched in her hand and swore. No wonder the wounds still bled the enchantments on his weapons would prevent them from closing.
He looked around for the vessel she had used and then realized there was none. He frowned how had she delivered the blood to his mouth then. Something tickled his upper lip and he pulled it off and looked at it. It was a black curly hair. He noticed the state of her dress and almost let her bleed to death for her audacity.
He started to walk away from her and she talked. "please don't leave me here" she said. he turned she had somehow regained consciousness and he swore. He had hoped she would just pass and eliminate his responsibility to her on her own. She passed out and he kneeled beside her.
Human or not he owed her for returning him to this world. Though he was less than happy about being yanked out of paradise, his sister was in danger. She had tried to do right and it had backfired on her. She wasn't the first human to be tricked by the fomorian nor did he fear would she be the last.
He carried her into the old palace grounds and up into one of the rooms. He laid her down and lifted the enchantment that kept her wounds from closing. "sleep child you will be stronger by morning as will I" he said. They were tied together now her blood and the spell had insured that tie. This meant if the fomorian had used her blood for his sister's awakening she also had a tie to her as well. His link with his sister had been severed in death. She was his only hope of finding her.