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Waking : Fables : Legends of the Fawn Pt.4

Karas returned to the Circle building agitated and disappointed with himself. He desperately hoped he hadn’t left things badly somehow between Thalia and himself, but as always clung to his creed that he would not give up. He paced briefly and considered returning but with her warning of things being complicated with her father thought it would be better to let her visit with Hallax go uninterrupted.

“Back to work I guess.” He growled quietly to himself and made his way to the door that had remained firmly sealed since Frost had returned. He leaned back against it in frustration. “Presia?”

“If I let you in a moment will you promise not to be a nuisance?” Her voice came as almost a whisper through the wall as the door opened a crack. As he stepped inside cautiously Presia continued her conditional invitation. “Only for a moment, Karas. Lord Frost needs his rest.”

“He looks dead.” Karas covered his mouth after he let the thought slip out. Nei was unmoving and pale. He instantly regretted the words when he saw how the words hurt Presia. She would undoubtedly have struck him if it did not involve leaving Frost long enough to do it. “I’m so sorry.”

“He is better than before.” Presia gave him a scolding glance before brushing her fingers of her Master’s forehead. “I didn’t invite you inside for this. I’ve seen something troubling.”

“Do you ever see happy things?” Karas sighed and hung his head. He had been hoping for good news when she opened the door, but instead he was greeted with the sight of a corpse like Third and bad tidings. “What?”

“Keep your calm, Karas.” Presia warned. “My focus has been elsewhere, the vision was hazy, but something will soon test the unity of this Circle. In particular, it will test you.”

“Is he…” Karas came closer and hunkered down in front of them. “Are you sure he is gonna wake up?”

“Yes.” Presia nodded and waved him off. “Now go.”

“Good.” Karas grinned on his way out. “I need someone to make sense of your rambling.”

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Waking : Fables : Legends of the Fawn Pt.3

Hilda recovered and with Hallax at her side delivered a healthy baby girl that they both instantly fell in love with. She complimented their love for each other with a stunning blend of their features, a soft brown fur ran down much of her back to her deer-like tail, the same covered her much of her lower legs and forearms. Still spotted like a young doe and cooing in her mother’s arms the young Thalia was a small miracle that was already leading to celebration outside.

“What is wrong?” Hilda paused as she watched Hallax run his finger over a small white blemish in the fur on Thalia’s collar bone. He seemed to be stricken with terror over it, but he snapped out of his odd focus on it and smiled at her. “Are you okay?”

“She is beautiful, Hilda.” Hallax smiled so wide tears poured down his cheeks. He wished they were truly happy. He wished he could have this moment with his family untainted by the knowledge of what he had seen. The demon’s words had been weighing on his mind. Talon had told him he had already repaid him; that he would one day collect. Now he understood all too well. While saving Hilda, Talon had marked the child within her and claimed it as his own. Hallax leaned over his wife and child and hugged them tightly hoping he had not damned them all with his love.

“I am sorry.” Hallax started to weep as he remembered the day so clearly. They had all danced around it for so long, calling him savior and protector. Now it was time to deliver the grim news and give the one who would claim her a name. “After so long. I hoped perhaps he would just let it go…”

“Papa?” Thalia had known for almost her entire life that the moment was coming. Her father had spoken of it often enough. Claimed before her birth she would one day have to serve the savior that spared her mother. “Is that why everyone is so worked up?”

“You seem so calm.” Hallax insisted again sadly. It was heartbreaking to know he was denying his child the rest of her freedom. “I should be comforting you. I don’t even deserve your forgiveness for my selfishness.”

“Papa. You loved my mother and there is nothing selfish about love.” Thalia hugged her father tightly. Silently apologizing to Karas that she may never see him again as her heart slowly broke upon realizing he may not be the only one hurt by that fact. She still smiled and confidently wiped her father’s tears, she wouldn’t let him see her suffer and add to his grief. She felt a pang of guilt as she spoke as if she were lying to herself. She had known her whole life was meant for this moment and she was resolved to face it, but now there was doubt. The tiniest seed of rebellion in her. She wanted to run. It wasn’t fear that drove her the sudden change of heart, it was far more selfish. Thalia was falling in love and as she admitted it to herself tears ran down her face. “You’ve prepared me well for this. Don’t be upset.”

“Oh, my dearest child.” Hallax burst into tears. He embraced her and rocked her soothingly. He had hoped all his preaching would have saved her from the pain of heartache. “I know that pain all too well… My wish to save my own love will now deny you the chance at yours.”

“Don’t be silly father.” Thalia straightened herself out of his embrace and wiped her face. She refused to leave him with more guilt then he was already feeling. “I’m simply going to miss you. Now tell me the story again. This time don’t leave out the details. I need to know this demon.”

As her father retold the tale once more with the facts left in place Thalia went cold. She knew her father was still speaking but she could no longer hear him. She could hear nothing but a slow pounding in her ears as the room started spinning. She knew Talon had protected the glacial plains long before they were Drifa; despite everyone’s careful attempts to never mention his name, somewhere deep inside she must have locked away the thought that he was the savior. She started to distract herself with logic before her lightheadedness made a fool of her. If she had only a week, most of it was going to be spent walking. Tonight, she was going to take care of her father.

“Okay.” Thalia said finally and got to her feet. She took her father’s hand and pulled him up. “Tomorrow is the dawn of a new adventure, but tonight we celebrate. All will be well.”

“Thalia…” Hallax smiled at the strength he recognized in his daughter, her mother’s strength. “All will be well.”

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Waking : Fables : Legends of the Fawn Pt.2

“The last time I came here with you it wasn’t exactly well received.” Karas felt uncomfortable suddenly. He had plenty of dealing with Hallax and the other fawns over the years, but since the first visit with Thalia it was always on his own. “This may not go over well. I should probably let you take it from here.”

“They seem to be out doing themselves tonight.” Thalia was too concerned over something else to be worried about his reception. She noticed the fires burning bright for so late in the season of the midnight sun and the songs were unusually celebratory and bright. Still she had saved time thanks to his talents and didn’t want to drag him into anything unpleasant. She smiled and squeezed his hands as she stepped back to start off toward her familial home. “You may be right. Thanks again.”

 “See you when you get back?” Karas waved cheerfully, but felt like something was strange about her suddenly. She seemed distracted and worried upon arriving and he hoped he hadn’t over stepped and ruined things with her.

Thalia turned and smiled to see Karas off but continued her trek into the unscheduled celebration. Children were running about laughing, what seemed to be an endless feast was underway, there was singing and story-telling. As she searched the crowd for her father she caught bits of the latest gossip. Their savior had visited. Thalia sighed. A culture as old as theirs still held on to very strange ideas. She had grown up with the utmost respect for their ways, but with a healthy understanding that most of their ‘gods’ were in fact demons that now; and probably always, walked around just like they did. Not something worth bowing down to in Thalia’s opinion. An opinion largely instilled by her father who taught her from a very young age to be wary of demons. It was her father that had her attention now. “Where is he?”

Hallax was as much a head of their kind as there would ever be, yet he was absent from this celebration. Thalia grew more and more worried and found herself running to his home with her heart in her throat.

“Papa.” Thalia practically fell through the door and found her father quietly weeping by the fire. She rushed to his side and embraced him.  “What is wrong? Why aren’t you with the others?”

“He said I have a week.” Hallax looked up sadly at his daughter. “I just want time…”

“Papa?” Thalia shrugged. “What are you talking about?”

“Thalia, I have told you before…” Hallax sighed heavily. What did it matter now? The time for caution was over. “The story of your fate.”

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Waking : Fables : Legends of the Fawn Pt.1

“So, are we in a rush?” Karas smiled hopefully as Thalia leaned beside him. “Or can I convince you to spend some time with me?”

“With you?” Thalia stuck out her tongue and shook her head to mock the idea before nudging into him with her shoulder and laughing. “As long as you don’t mind saving me the long trip.”

“Of course not.” Karas was delighted to have more than just travel time to spend with her. Most of their outings were too brief as far as he was concerned. “Are you hungry?”

“How about snacks.” Thalia suggested quickly before it became another invite to dinner. It wasn’t that she didn’t think about it from time to time, but she had a life time of her father at her ear and there was no easy way around his beliefs. “Maybe go sit by the water.”

It wasn’t long before they were people watching and sharing Thalia’s snacks. A chill in the air made her shiver and Karas wrapped his right arms around her to keep her warm. The gesture made them both flush and as pulses raced they slid closer. The moment ended before it began however with the laughter of nearby children.

“Look.” One of the older boys laughed. “The Second is horny.”

“Very funny.” Karas sighed and waved them off. “Go home you little brats.”

“Karas…” Thalia felt terrible for him. He tried to brush it off like it had not hurt him but as he stood and offered her hand he was looking away rubbing at one of his horns. “They are just kids.”

“Yea.” Karas pulled Thalia to her feet. “Mind if we just take a long route up north? We can talk on the way.”

“I happen to like these.” Thalia reached past Karas’ face and ran her fingers back along the dark horns. “They make you unique.”

“Thank you for that.” Karas hugged her tightly and lifted her before he shifted away from public view. “And for not just shutting me down. I know I was pushing my luck.”

“It’s not you.” Thalia kissed his cheek before she politely struggled out of his embrace and took his hand. His patience over the years was admirable but her own was wearing thin. She just had no idea how to begin explaining her predicament. “Karas, Its very complicated. My Papa…”

“I was going to take you home anyway.” Karas was still reeling from the soft press of her lips on his face. He did not like the sound of defeat in her voice when she mentioned her father and it was easier to smile and shift the conversation away from things that made her uncomfortable. “We can catch up later.”

“Thank you Karas.” Thalia nodded and smiled sadly before she took his offered hand; a moment later hugging him for warmth in the snow filled breeze near the fawns’ home. It was strange to be feeling disappointed after refusing him for so long, but she had her reasons. She had accepted completely that her loneliness was inevitable; that her father’s tales were law and she was not free to fall in love or to even have the company of another soul to pass the time. It wasn’t until the persistent courting of this awkward demon that Thalia realized how profoundly lonely she actually was and when she saw her own sadness reflected in him she made a quiet decision to herself that she would try to reason with her father on this visit.

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Waking : Fables : (FF) An Experiment In Regret Pt.2

The demoness snapped from her trance with tears on her cheeks remembering the fairest blue of eyes looking down at her and the coat that whipped around a slender form like the dark wings of a dragon.

 She also awoke alone in a room with no exit. She felt weak and there was a sting at her neck. She sneered when she felt the thin chain that was causing it and cursed as she followed it to its abrupt end in the stone of her cell. The unfortunate thing of being born with necessary knowledge is that you are well aware of your place. She had been created by one of the strongest of the creators, the Watchers as they called themselves, and he was egotistical and prone to toying with his creations. He gave her knowledge, skill, and power. Then purpose that seemed almost cruel as it would mean sacrificing it all to become less than her potential nearly demanded of her. He also gave her a name; Presia. Though few would ever hear it.

 The one who had helped detain her was more subdued but no less frightening. The Falcon was renowned for being fierce and clever and his loyalty to the Dark Lord was unwavering. Lucifer could have managed on his own. His call for Eidolon had been a kindness. For all his mischievous cruelty, he had tried to spare his creation his wrath for the attack she visited upon him. It was after all a reflexive action he himself had instilled.

 “I supposed that collapse was a touch of the esper in you.” Lucifer perched on the headboard of the bed in Presia’s lavish cell. “A vision?”

 “More vague.” Presia scowled back at him. “A useless augury until I have learned to interpret such things. Though I imagine I will be spending enough time here to have adequate practice.”

 “I’m afraid that is the case.” Lucifer stepped onto the bed then hopped to the floor to approach her.as he gathered her hair flamed wings spread wide from her back and she sneered at him. “For precisely this reason. You are more extreme than I had anticipated. I can’t have you attacking the interested without warning purely because you catch their eye. Until you can discover your destined lover or can learn to control your temper, you’ll need to be protected. I won’t have my creations ruined.”

 “And how am I to find destiny with these four walls as my companions?” Presia pulled her hair away and turned to face him. “I know you are not a fool, this is just for your amusement.”

 “You put your visions to use for me.” Lucifer bartered as tugged the thin chain and pulled Presia closer. “I’ll see to it you remain untouched. I take care of my own, Presia. It will no doubt take time, but if there is starlight crossed with your own it will find its way. Until then there is no reason we can not be of benefit to one another.”

 “Remove this chain.” Presia grinned. “Then I’ll consider your offer.”

 “It stays.” Lucifer laughed. The thin length of chain that circled her neck and the tiny lock that closed it before it joined it with the ‘leash’ that kept her bound in the room was not just a physical restraint. It suppressed the gifts he had given her and made her more docile. The room was protected and sealed against her use of powerful magic as well. “I will see you soon, dear Presia.”

 “Don’t touch me again, Lucifer.” Presia glared at him as he started to vanish.

 “No one will touch you.” Lucifer left his words of comfort with his laugh to taunt her. “You have my word.”

 

“Come back to me, my Lord.” Presia held Frost closer and hummed sweetly. He had been entirely unresponsive at first, but her songs seemed to be getting through and at times he seemed to be dreaming. She had trickled her blood between his lips to keep him fed and at least visibly his wounds had seemed to heal. It was just taking longer than she had hoped and she scolded herself for the impatience.

Presia spent most of her days alone honing skills that Lucifer kept tight watch over. She was clever and talented and while he wanted her docile, Lucifer never discouraged her growth only ensured that it was kept in check.

 Her varied skills served him well. Even from her comfortable solitude Presia had a gift for finding knowledge; seeing what could be in visions and hearing the world in her dreams. With Lucifer as her most frequent guest, she shared the auguries and with his help learned to interpret them with a frightening accuracy.

 Eventually, as she knew it would, the world began to change. Lucifer’s visits became less frequent. The location of her lavish cell changed. His interest in his esper had not waned, so much as his love of the unknown grew. Lucifer had a need to be amused and knowing what was on the last page spoiled his fun.

 Lucifer would still stop by on occasion to affirm his promise to find her destiny. When his games were complicating his schedule, he would send messengers in his place. Presia enjoyed none of their company, but she had a vision recently that made her dread the coming visit.

Lucifer grinned into his reflection. His gaze selfish and arrogant as he placed his hands against the mirror and the skin between his ribs split as if sliced by a ghostly blade. His smile grew wider as chaos, not blood, poured from the wound and traveled along his arms toward his fingers splayed along the reflective glass. As magic touched the mirror the reflection bled and tears streamed down its face. Lucifer’s fingers broke the surface of the glass like water and took the hands of the changing form to pull it through…

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Waking : Fables : Talon Pt 3

Talon amused himself with the memory and wondered about the possibilities. Another servant could be beneficial to have around especially with Frost currently out of commission, though he was fairly certain a fawn would not be quite as useful.

Then there was Frost himself. As opposed as Talon had been to working with a vampire when this experiment began he had grown ever so slightly fond of the twerp. And sentiment aside he was one of the Circle and Talon did not like other people touching his things. He wanted his vengeance for what had happened to the vampire.

He found himself standing again at Frost’s door. “Presia. Have your Master call me the second he wakes.”

“Stop pestering me, Talon.” Presia answered and he could hear the exhaustion in her voice.

Talon stepped outside the Circle building and stretched his arms above him. Drifa was a beautiful town, nuzzled into a fjord in the south of what used to be Greenland. Long ago it was called Nuuk. Of course, long ago it was a much smaller town. It had grown exponentially since it became Drifa as people sought out new lives. Still it was one of few cities on the island, and Drifa was the Circle that handled them all. In fact, Greenland itself had been deemed Drifa, and the city New Drifa. The Circle decided they hated it and refused to be newanything.

Talon was not entirely put at ease with Lucifer’s assurance that the presence lingering in Drifa was harmless. The brief encounter with the pair of strange creatures had irritated him. They were not entirely unlike demons, but there was something unique about them he could not entirely place. He could feel their power emanating nearby and it agitated him. That paired with the knowledge there had been a recent adventure in Eden led to a lot of questions that he knew Lucifer would never give him a straight answer to. His only hope would be to pry some of the details out of Frost. If he ever recovered.

Luckily, before Frost left the troubling matter of the drug HP had been wiped out of Drifa and Talon’s lessers and minor servants had seen to cleaning up any messes left in the wake. It was mostly back to business as usual so Talon decided to take Lucifer’s advice and stir things up.

It had been years since Talon looked over the northern reserves on his own, but he knew he would be well remembered. He spread his wings as he jumped into the air and headed north along the coastline. It had been far too long since he took in the scenery and he wanted to enjoy it as much as what came next.

He could smell the camp fires of the village before he could see it. The sweet herbs they burned to honor their fallen swept along on the breeze beside the rich aroma of their suppers. When he came close to the village he listened to the laughter and singing turn to nervous hushing and their gathering became a much more somber affair.

“Please.” Talon landed softly and shook his head as they started to bow theirs. Of course, he enjoyed every second of their subservience and fear, but he was not here to scare the lot of the fawn. He only had business with one of them. “There is no need for that. Go back to your songs.”

“Lord Talon.” Hallax fetched two cups of soup and offered one to Talon. “I have long dreaded this day. We should probably talk alone.”

“Probably.” Talon followed Hallax to his home and sipped at the offered soup. “This is quite good.”

“I knew when I fell for Hilda that her life would be short.” Hallax brushed off the compliment and sat his own cup aside. His stomach was too full of painful emotions to give it anything more. “You not only saved and protected my kin, but you gave me as many years as I could have with my dear wife. You and your servants have continued to protect us. For that I thank you. For all of it I thank you. But what you mean to take in return…”

“Now, Hallax.” Talon was impressed by the fawn’s calm but the claim was made long ago. He finished the cup of broth and sat it beside the untouched cup Hallax had brought inside with him before he rested his hands on the fawn’s shoulders. “Let’s not get sentimental over this. Have my payment delivered to me at the Circle building within a week and I give you my word it will live. If I have to collect it myself, I promise you…it will not.”

Hallax was quietly weeping when Talon left, but there was a silent understanding between them that this was personal. There would be no retaliation from the fawns and no reckoning from Talon. Just a painful decision for a heartbroken father.

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TCOL : Epilogue : As It Ends, So It Begins ~Fin~

Kage walked away from a frustrating evening only to have it spill over into a frustrating night, he loathed the idea of parting however briefly from Neka on such cruel terms but he simply needed time to himself.

“The discussion is over, Neka.” Kage stood firmly beside the locked door behind which her pet would spend the next few hours and pointed across the hall. “Your room. Now.”

“Daddy…” Neka whimpered. “It’s not fair. Neka will be lonely.”

“Thanks, kid.” Malice pouted as she fluttered nearby. “We’ll be fine, Lord Kage.”

“See to it she stays occupied.” Kage patted Neka on her head softly. “I am not going to apologize for teaching you obedience, Neka. You would not respect me if I did.”

“Neka will behave.” Neka hugged his legs abruptly and went to her room sniffling. Malice followed after her and Kage walked down the hall as the door closed.

“Settled?” Lucifer asked without looking up from his feverish scribbling into one of his journals.

“I don’t enjoy the fact she is already starting to fight my decisions.” Kage claimed a seat near Lucifer but stayed distanced enough to leave his writing undisturbed. “How did you handle Kaneko?”

“Kaneko was never a problem.” Lilith interrupted casually as she handed Kage a glass of wine. “She is a child, Kage. Neka will start to see the good in your decisions eventually.”

“Is that so?” Kage grinned cruelly. “When should we expect this miraculous understanding from your child? At least mine have respect for their parents.”

“That’s enough, Kage.” Lucifer continued writing.

“You must have had an eventful evening.” Kage sipped his wine. Lucifer had not even raised his voice to stop the quarreling. He had not once looked up at either of them since he arrived. “Should we be jealous?”

“You should still your tongue before I tear it out.” Lucifer looked up at him coldly. “I’ve never given either of you cause to doubt me. Don’t insult me again, Kagami.”

“Tek, Vasun.” Kage bowed his head in understanding. “I didn’t mean to say that you would…”

“My evening was spent with Maefyl.” Lucifer closed his journal and it vanished, finding its place on one of hundreds of shelves around the room. As he folded his hands he smiled at Kage. “Considering the efforts I made to keep you both, and the continued efforts I make to sate you both, I do not want to hear even the passing thought of jealousy. Is that clear?”

“Kryss has quite the talented daughter.” Lilith quickly changed the subject.

“I doubt Kage battled so long with Neka to rehash the evenings events, my Love.” Lucifer shifted playfully into Kage’s lap and started to gather up the long, dark hair of the blushing Viper in one hand as he pulled himself close. “Did you want my attention?”

“If you can spare it…” Kage’s fingers shook on his glass until Lilith was kind enough to take it as she walked by on her way out. “I did not realize you were still writing, I would not have interrupted.”

“Shut up, Kagami.” Lucifer grabbed Kage’s hair tight in his hand before he kissed him. While his mind had been elsewhere, he promised himself and his loves that he would make time for them. It was a promise he meant to keep. It helped that it was one he enjoyed keeping. Worry melted away when he was with them and while Kage wrapped his arms around him, Lucifer could almost forget the living words pulsing with the riddles of all existence on the walls around them.

 

It may have been a touch too early,

But his soul is a restless one.

Maefyl was always meant to have this secret.

I trust him with it.

It is not his knowledge of their existence that has me worried, but he still has so much to understand.

I only hope that he can fully accept it before any of the others realize what I have done.

There should be time.

So many distractions now.

Even for myself it seems.

But I am looking forward with enthusiasm.

Embracing the unexpected is rejuvenating.

Disaster can be therapeutic.

 

“He seems content.” Lilith smiled as she came to bed and saw Kage slumbering beside Lucifer. “Is it okay to join you?”

“Of course.” Lucifer welcomed her warmly into his arm and kissed her as she settled against him. “In fact he would probably sleep right through it I tossed you on his back and had you right now.”

“He would be mortified.” Lilith giggled.

“He is not that asleep.” Kage hissed and turned over hoping to ignore their cooing.

“Oh, Kage.” Lilith tugged a bit of his hair. “Stop being difficult. Let him enjoy us.”

“He can enjoy us all he wishes.” Kage turned enough to glare at her. “Separately.”

“Leave him.” Lucifer took her wrist and kissed it until she dropped her hold on Kage’s hair. As Kage relaxed back to bed, Lucifer pulled Lilith beneath him. “You are going to have to stop teasing him, my love.”

“But I so enjoy it, my Lord.” Lilith smiled up at Lucifer adoringly. “I think you do as well.”

“Let me do the teasing.” Lucifer grinned. He had a thousand wicked thoughts run through his mind, but he decided Kage still needed time to adjust and instead focused on pleasing Lilith. As she moaned he kissed her and did Kage the favor of putting him to sleep.

 

 

I imagine this excitement I feel is somewhat akin to what a child feels embarking on the unknown.

I feel renewed and inspired.

Ready to take on the unwritten chapter.

I have yet to be defeated by an ending.

I do not plan on bowing out just yet.

-L

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