forum "Wait, you... you're... magic?" "Darling, what do you think?" (Fantasy o/o Closed)

Started February 01, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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Shade shakes her head. "No. They died a long time ago, actually. The people I called my parents… well…"

Her voice trails off, and she shrugs. "At least, that's what I was told."

Farah desperately searched Shade's eyes. "And you have no idea who they were?" she asked with an urgent undertone to her voice.

Shade shakes her head once more. "No idea. trust me, I would tell you if I knew."

She also notes the urgent undertone, and wonders at it.

Farah sighed and shook her head. "Alright… it doesn't make sense though… Do you know if either of your parents were fae?"

Shade shrugs. "I find that highly unlikely, Farah. My abilities don't align with the abilities of the fae. No creature can do the dimensional magic I can do."

Suddenly, Farah's expression deadpanned. "Oh gods," she breathed, staring at Shade in shock. "It can't be, there's no way…" Her eyes darted over every feature of Shade's face.

Shade jumps, then looks at Farah intently. "Tell me what's wrong."

Farah shakes her head, blinking incredulously. "Shade… I think… I think one of your parents… is a spirit…"

Shade just stares at farah for a moment, then thinks for a while. "You've had suspicions for a while now, huh? You can't just reach a conclusion like that without thought."

Farah nodded admittedly. "Yes, I have. I was only sure after our fight just now. Well… and the fact that you literally took Saul and me into a completely different world."

Shade nods. "Makes sense. But what about the other parent?"

Farah was already shaking her head. "I have no idea."

Shade nods. "Fair enough. We'll do some more research tomorrow."

She calls, and the dragon comes again. She pulls Farah up, then the dragon takes off.

Farah slipped her arms around Shade and rested her cheek on Shade's shoulder.

They reach the camp quickly, and Shade blinks them down to the ground, making sure to warn Farah beforehand. In the harsh moonlight, she could see Saul and Brucie, but no trace of Migina.

C'mon, let's get some sleep. Long day tomorrow. she says.

Farah moved to follow, but a whistle from the woods stopped her. It sounded like an ordinary bird call to anyone but Farah.

"You go on," she murmured to Shade. "I'll be over in a minute."

Shade looks back at Farah. You sure?

"Yes," Farah replied aloud and absently, narrowing her eyes at the forest. She slowly began to pace towards the sound of the bird call.

Shade sighs, the lays down next to Saul, rekindling the fire with a thought. She watches Farah wander into the forest.

Farah slipped between the trees, looking around and waiting to hear the call again – there! She jerked her head to see a little robin sitting in a bush. Her eyes narrowed. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" she asked quietly but sharply.

Slowly, Shade gets up, curiosity getting the better of her. The aura vision slips easily over her own, and she sees a spirit aura near Farah. As a matter of fact…

What the…? she wonders, closing her thoughts to Farah.

The bird chirped once again and shifted into its human form: a tall, smirking woman with long and wild jet black hair and tanned skin. "Hello, Farah," she cooed, touching the faerie's waist with one hand and brushing hair out of Farah's face with the other. "Have you missed me?"

Farah shuddered at the woman's touch and took a step back to break out of her grip.

The woman arched her eyebrows. "Well, I'll take that as a no then."

"What are you doing here?" Farah hissed. "Someone could see you!"

"And someone did," the woman retorted. "The exact someone I wanted, in fact. All it took was a little birdcall."

Shade slowly, silently, slips into the forest, following Farah's trail. She sees the spirit, and a flash of recognition goes through her like a lighting bolt.

She sinks to her knees. No… her?

Farah turned away, prepared to head back to Saul and Shade and the fire, but the woman caught her wrist and expertly twisted it behind Farah's back so their chests were pressed together. "Silly little faerie thinks she can escape my influence," she murmured, eyeing Farah's lips hungrily.

"Stop," Farah demanded, though she feared to move. One wrong move with the way her arm was twisted, and it was broken.

The woman lowered her black lips beside Farah's ear and whispered huskily. "No."

Shade gets up, a fire igniting inside her. She keeps it in check.

"Leave her, Mother." she snarls.