Is it an urge to go into the fog that sends him forward? Or is it the ghost of a laugh he hasn't heard in months? Regardless, Flamebringer moves- maybe not even on his own. The fog rushes around him, embraces him like a friend, and the memories crash down upon him like a wave.
How long is he out there, experiencing three years in the span of so very little time? Regardless, when he comes to he'll have a splitting migraine...
And of course, something else haunting him.
He finds himself standing in a courtroom made of stone and trees, green glass filtering the sunlight in. Two tall, thin beings descend from their thrones, human-like and yet something about them screams 'insect'- little mantis-like fairies flit about, watching hawkishly. One even settles on his shoulder, even though he's not supposed to be real. Observation will tell him that these are the same fairies that haunted the woods during the attack of the stone bear, the great frog and the lichen-covered dragon... but without the masks. They seem innocent now. Doll-like. The one that is capable of acknowledging him offers a berry.
A holy light shines through the door, and in strides Beiwe and Ourania, arm in arm, draped in finery befitting a holy visit to a kingdom.
"The Golden Sun and the Silver Moon bless us with their presence..." The fairy queen says, jaw clicking occasionally.
"And for what, we know. A heavy duty has brushed against our walls..." The king continues.
Beiwe sighs softly, and Ourania gently squeezes her arm.
"That is what we're here for, yes... your forests have spread to embrace the prison of the Fallen Sun." Ourania says softly.
"Yes. Not on purpose, and yet, it occurs: His resting place is now our domain as well. Perhaps... it is for the best? Mortals, should they live again, cannot traverse fae woods well."
"They will live again, and tell your stories. We can offer blessings to make the capricious nature of your forests even more difficult to navigate as well..."
"Ah? To have your magics grace our own, to meld so... few courts could boast the same!" The king seems amused, prideful even. "... But this prison... comes with a cost. What would be the price you would pay?"
Flamebringer gets the feeling the Goddesses are both unimpressed by the question. Do the fairies not understand the importance of keeping their brother bound? And yet, if they request a pound of flesh for the risk, it should be met, should it not?
Something in the sound grows staticy, and the fairy on Flamebringer's shoulder pouts.
"I guess mortals don't get to be privy to the deals of Gods and Kings... Oh well." She says.
And then she flies off, into the sudden darkness into the hands of someone he cannot see. And he awakens.
ACCEPTED
How long is he out there, experiencing three years in the span of so very little time? Regardless, when he comes to he'll have a splitting migraine...
And of course, something else haunting him.
He finds himself standing in a courtroom made of stone and trees, green glass filtering the sunlight in. Two tall, thin beings descend from their thrones, human-like and yet something about them screams 'insect'- little mantis-like fairies flit about, watching hawkishly. One even settles on his shoulder, even though he's not supposed to be real. Observation will tell him that these are the same fairies that haunted the woods during the attack of the stone bear, the great frog and the lichen-covered dragon... but without the masks. They seem innocent now. Doll-like. The one that is capable of acknowledging him offers a berry.
A holy light shines through the door, and in strides Beiwe and Ourania, arm in arm, draped in finery befitting a holy visit to a kingdom.
"The Golden Sun and the Silver Moon bless us with their presence..." The fairy queen says, jaw clicking occasionally.
"And for what, we know. A heavy duty has brushed against our walls..." The king continues.
Beiwe sighs softly, and Ourania gently squeezes her arm.
"That is what we're here for, yes... your forests have spread to embrace the prison of the Fallen Sun." Ourania says softly.
"Yes. Not on purpose, and yet, it occurs: His resting place is now our domain as well. Perhaps... it is for the best? Mortals, should they live again, cannot traverse fae woods well."
"They will live again, and tell your stories. We can offer blessings to make the capricious nature of your forests even more difficult to navigate as well..."
"Ah? To have your magics grace our own, to meld so... few courts could boast the same!" The king seems amused, prideful even. "... But this prison... comes with a cost. What would be the price you would pay?"
Flamebringer gets the feeling the Goddesses are both unimpressed by the question. Do the fairies not understand the importance of keeping their brother bound? And yet, if they request a pound of flesh for the risk, it should be met, should it not?
Something in the sound grows staticy, and the fairy on Flamebringer's shoulder pouts.
"I guess mortals don't get to be privy to the deals of Gods and Kings... Oh well." She says.
And then she flies off, into the sudden darkness into the hands of someone he cannot see. And he awakens.