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As the life bled from Cas's body, he crawled along the broken stone
floor. His blood left a sticky trail behind him, and pooled within the
fabric of his clothes. Cas was dying, and he knew it. He had been dying
for almost a month, since his childish anger caused the death of his
sister. The wound in his gut was just a painful reminder. He wasn't ready
to die...he was barely thirteen, and his life had seen little more than
pain, abuse, and neglect. He didn't deserve this...then again neither did
his sister.
Cas curled up from the pain in a dim hallway within the ancient ruins.
They were elven wrought before the dawn of the second age. They were
ancient before humanity was placed upon the world. They were from a time
before time had meaning...at least that's what his mother had told him
when he was young. Before his bastard of a father had beaten her to death
in front of him. The ruins were dark, and the winter was cold. The chill
stone was bleeding what life was left out of his body.
There were whispers in the back of Cas's mind. They were sometimes as a
soothing music, that carried him through the dreaming world into the
waking moment. Sometimes they were angry screams, tearing at his mind,
suffusing it with madness and pain. They had been twisting his soul for a
month now. Changing him, inside. It was hard to think about. They
whispered magic, and fueled eldritch powers, like the fade sight, and the
witch fire. They seemed to be teaching him to wield these corrupting
powers, even as they weakened his body. It all came with a cost. Since
the first moment he called upon them, he felt less and less to fit in his
own skin. It felt...deadening. Like his own flesh was just a shell. He
felt that the magic was killing him bit by bit. The Sidhe bitch had said
so. They never lied. His mother had told him that.
As Cas fought to stave off the call of oblivion, his gaze shifted
spectrum again. He could see the layer beneath the world, the magic that
filled every rock and stone, plant and animal. "Gods...help me," Cas
whispered to himself, as he forced the dying body from his fetal
position. "She promised I would live," Cas said, repeating it between
sobs, somewhere between hope and mantra. "Just have...to find her," he
said as he somehow managed to find the strength to stand.
The ruins were beautiful in the fade sight. They were elegant in stark
contrast to a brutal world. He could see every microscopic crack, and
almost imperceptible nuance. The sight was getting stronger. It was
starting to burn out his mind, and he wept for the beauty...and for his
fading sanity. The ruins were not a fractured castle of the Sidhe, simply
an abandoned one. As Cas stepped heavily through the stone halls, he came
upon the central chamber that set at the ruin's heart. Had it been a
human castle, Cas would have thought it was a cathedral of some sort.
Perhaps it was, but he knew not what to.
Pulling a purple crystal amulet from his pocket, he saw the last measure
of the light fading from its heart. When he had taken it from his sister,
it had been so bright. It was entrancing, and he tried to take it from
her. They were playing near the ash cliffs. Towering rock cliffs facing
the western sea, with massive trees extending even to its edge. He was so
jealous of her. Father never beat her, seeming to turn his violence upon
Cas instead. She was always the blessed on, and when he saw her
treasure...Gods, why had he fought her for the damnedable thing. The
crystal was fading fast. He had been told he would have until the last of
the light faded from its heart to find the sidhe queen's sleeping
daughter. He had fought desperately against the fey horrors that clawed
their way through the depths of these ruins, every bit of magic used
killing his body, and twisting his soul. The magic was growing stronger,
but he was dying...and the dreams were haunting in their beauty.
The large mithral doors guarding the inner chamber parted as Cas neared,
perhaps a lingering spell responding to the amulet. Or perhaps the gods
had decided to show mercy on a child who had not left the strength to
push them open himself. Cas didn't know which, and as he walked into the
massive chamber he didn't care anymore.
The chamber was like a temple of some sort. Vaulted stone ceilings were
covered in reliefs of ancient elven heroes and royalty. They had a light
behind them, the moon light filtering through an occulus at the center of
the chamber, and refracted by some inner mechanism. They seemed alive,
almost moving as Cas looked up at them. Ornate pillars covered in
eldrtich symbols and the relief of stone flowers and vines winding up
their length, held up the ceiling. At the center of the chamber, beneath
the pure illumination of the full moon was a mithral altar. Upon the
altar was the girl he sought.
Her body was set upon white silk coushins, her arms folded over her full
boosom. She was beautiful, as all the elves were...but she was beautiful
in a way that seemed to take away Cas's breath, and make him forget his
pain. Long golden hair was woven in ornate braids, with jeweled beads
worked into the strands. A tiara of glowing mithral sat upon her sleeping
brow, and her almost fragile form was covered in silks of purple and
blue, with patterns of silver flowers adorning it. In the moonlight she
seemed to glow, and in his magic attuned sight she was like staring at
the sun. Glyphs and sigils hung about her like a veil, breathing even as
she was still. Cas could see this body was not asleep, but held in death.
Empty. Cas wanted to scream.
"She lied," Cas whispered, as he stumbled forward. His body was fading
even as the curse he'd fallen under finished burning his soul from the
inside out. "...damn you," he said, as he fell forward, his knees
buckling. "Gods Damn You!" he yelled as he crawled closer, the beauty of
the elven girl like a salve for his soul. He had been tricked, punished
for his crime in the cruelest way imaginable. The queen had given him
hope, at surviving his curse. But she had lied. This girl was empty,
devoid of life essence. She could never be woken up...there was nothing
left to wake. Cas let out a weak sob as he began to break down in tears.
He didn't deserve this...he...It had been a mistake...Why had the gods
cursed him to such a short, wretched life. He hurt so badly as he crawled
along the floor once more. The curse was destroying him from the inside,
and when it was done he knew, there'd be nothing left but an empty shell.
Like the fey goddess entombed in moonlight in front of him. He had been
damned since he was four years old, when he hadn't been able to stop his
father. He'd tried, but he had failed. He had failed to save the only
person in his life who had ever truly loved him. This was the punishment,
to suffer as his soul was burned away, stripped even of the hope of an
afterlife. Never to see the celestial fields, to be held by his mother
again. He had been damned. Cas knew it...he'd always known it. With every
blow he'd suffered. Every broken bone, stinging bruise. He'd known it.
Gods...stripped of even the hope of heaven.
Cas had managed to find the altar even as his vision faded. He could look
upon her sleeping form once again. She was the type of beauty that poets
dreamed of, and the priests preached upon. Even dead upon a gilded altar,
she was at least a sign that the gods existed, even if they had damned
him. His heart seemed to be faltering...the beats slowing as they gave
out. He had this at least. In his last moments, he would steel this last
true vision of heavenly beauty from the grip of damnation. He would not
not heavenly comfort, or the love of another, but he could have this. He
would have that...it was something at least.
Tears fell down his pale face, the blood draining from it as his body
died. His skin turning a miky white, like the skin of the dead goddess
upon the altar. He lifted his hand, the last flickering light upon the
amulet fading as he clasped it in the goddess's hands. Their hands
intertwined.
"Gods...I wish I'd never been born," he managed to let out a sob, as his
body began to crumble. His body was boiling away like smoke, as the
whispers of the voices grew louder. They had perhaps come to claim the
memory of him from the world, as price for the magic he had uselessly
bartered his dwindling moments for. It was fine if no one remembered
him...better that way.
In a last angry wrenching pain, the fade englufed him. The glyphs and
sigils spun in moonlight wrapped around his mind as oblivion took him.
His mind embraced the dream, and eternal sleep.
***********
Baineth the winter queen stood watch as the boy crumbled. As his soul
finished its metamorphosis and became something wholy elven, an immortal
embodiment of the heart of magic. Dressed in light blue and silver
brocade, she was a figure as stunning as a sidhe queen should be. But her
face was clinched in pain. A hand wiped a tear from her eye, itself
strange for one of her kind. She had been angry at Cas, little more than
a child. She had not lied to the poor child, but had deceived him. She
had seen the memories of his childhood pouring out in psychic waves. When
the boy's sister Lisbeth had died, she was grief stricken. She had spent
almost a decade at the edge of her life, bonding with her. Her soul was
to fill the form of the winter queen's lost daughter, the Lady Aiva. She
had spent years on the outskirts, readying her. When she had found that
the angry, violent boy had caused Lesbeth's demise...she was heart broken
for the first time since Lady Aiva's death.
Baineth knew the boy now. She had seen his feverish dreams as his essence
was transformed. It had been more violent a process than it would have
been for his sister. She was younger, and already a girl. But Cas would
have to do. As much as it pained the winter queen, she knew he was her
last chance to forestall the next great war between the courts. It had
been a stroke of fortune when Baineth had stumbled upon the human
descendents of her eldest daughter Duvaineth. The queen had only had two
children, Aiva and Duvaineth, by her long dead husband, Lord Aduialon.
Only a soul of the same line that spawned Aiva would have bonded to the
preserved body of Baineth's child, and only one of matrilineal descent.
Part of the mother's soul flowed into her child, and as angry as Baineth
had been at the poor boy, he was the last remaining. She had sworn she
would break him, in her anger, for what he had done. She had sworn she
would break him before throwing him away to fulfill the damned treaty. As
she stared down at the form of her slowly breathing daughter, Baineth
knew she could only love her.
********
Oblivion receeded as the world shifted within his gaze. He was alive,
though he felt weak. He felt like he was laying upon clouds, but even
shifting his body was difficult. He struggled to open his eyes, and he
saw the moon above him shining down like the noon day sun. He squinted
painfully, and tried desperately to lift a hand to block out the light.
As he did, a slender and delicate hand passed into view, a struggle for
him to hold up, but...wrong. The haze of the dream was receeding and the
full weight of his sorrows fall upon him again, even as he struggled to
turn his body. It was all wrong, everything was wrong. His...he stared
down as his body shifted to its side. The goddess...he was looking down
through the eyes of the goddess. It...everything was wrong. His soul
hurt. His mind was crumbling, his heart was broken, he just wanted to
die. He didn't understand what was happening, he just felt pain and
sorrow in every inch of his consciousness.
Cas cried, her delicate form trembling as she lacked even the strength to
curl up in to a ball. It was just all too much, and she wanted it to go
away. She tried to let out a wail, but it only came out as a wimper. A
weak attempt to a sorrowful scream, to weak for even the gods to hear.
She laid weaping, the tears refusing to stop. As she prayed for her
death, she heard her mother singing to her. Arms wraped around her and
pulled her close. Too weak to resist, her eyes closed as she was cradled
against her mother's breast. The voice from her childhood, barely
remembered, sung the same beautiful song. The sweet words she never
understood, were there again. Her mother was holding her, and singing to
her, while Cas wept and wept. "Mommy....Mommy," Cas cried, curled up in
her mother's arms. "I hurt mommy. It hurts mommy," she kept repeating,
between sobs until her voice gave out. She couldn't see her, but she
could feel her heartbeat. "Rest love. No one will ever hurt you again. I
swear it," her mother whispered as Cas was rocked and held.
The tears and weeping stopped long before the moonlight faded, but
Baineth continued to rock her daughter back and forth until long after.
The child was so slight in her arms, and as Baineth lifted her up, she
whispered her promise again. A surge of magic swirled around their
blurring forms, and they disappeared from view.
********
Cas passed in and out of consciousness, as she seemed to float upon soft
clouds. Her body was getting stronger as the magic within her grew. She
remembered being held, wrapped in her mother's arms. She wondered idly if
she had somehow cheated oblivion, and found the celestial fields after
all. But there were no endless fields of flowers and brightly lit forests
around her. Just an ornate bedroom, gilded in golden woods and mithral
gilding. She was covered in a thin blanket, atop white silk sheets and
impossibly soft coushines. Though Cas was perhaps not the best judge of
such things. The softest thing she had ever slept upon was a billet of
hay, but this was far softer.
As Cas gazed around her, she realized her vision seemed to encompass
both the magic realm of the fade, and the material world. Unlike before
it wasn't filling her with an existential horror, and increasingly
violent headache. It felt natural. All of her senses felt alive, and on
fire, the memorying of her dying flesh like a bad dream.
Lifting herself from the embrace of the large four post bed, Cas stepped
onto the cold marble floor. Her delicate feet amazingly held her aloft as
she found her footing. Information flooded her senses as she stood up,
earth magics following a path through the floor, into her body. She could
feel the environment like it was alive, an extension of her skin. She had
to concentrate to dampen the sensations. The voices she had listened to
in her dreams for more than a month now, made sense. She understood them
when she concentrated, and she could push them away with a thought. She
began to orient herself around the room, when the door opened.
Long auburn hair was bound in mithral and jewels upon her delicate
shoulders. With immortal grace and power she strode into the room, her
light blue silk dress seeming to shimmer in the morning light. The
beautiful woman gazed at Cas with stunning green eyes, and a warm smile
filled with something like affection.
"You Bitch!" Cas yelled as the queen who had damned and deceived her
strode into the room without a care in the world. Star fire sprung into
her hand as sigils carved into her memory began to burn bright. She had
thought of it as witch fire before, but this fire was of an ephemeral
source. It was pulled from the real of twilight. It was a potent magic,
and one she knew well, though she knew not how. She held the fire, ready
to unleash her fury on the cause of her pain, when the queen begain to
sing softly.
Baineth didn't so much as flinch before she began moving toward Cas,
humming the same song her mother had sung to her. Cas tried to release
her fury on this woman, but her body refused to move, the magic fading on
her lips. As Baineth reached her, she wrapped an arm around Cas and held
her tight. Cas's legs trembled as she fell, just managing to fall onto
the bed. Baineth simply sat beside her, holding Cas close, singing. The
closeness brought tears to Cas's eyes, as she realized she hadn't felt a
comforting touch since her mother died. Her father had beat her, and her
sister just disappeared into the woods. She had been left alone almost
her entire life. She had few friends, because no one wanted to come near
him, or his family. Cas played with one or two of the villiage boys
occasionally, but most always seemed to avoid him. She was crumbing
again, this time under the weight of Baineth's song.
*******
"It's all right, daughter," Baineth said to the trembling Cas. The girl
was bleeding painful memories as Baineth held her. She had no control
over her communion, and as her broken psyche sought solace like an infant
seeking its mother, she poured every heart wrenching moment of her youth
into it. She had felt it, as had others in their line. She had become
known, and was loved, whether she knew it or not. Like a hurt faun, she
tried to curl around the mental wounds of her abuse, guarding it in
mewing cries. She had grown stronger with her rest, but it would take
time. The child was so frail that it broke Baineth's heart to feel it. So
she simply held her tight while the anguish passed. It took less than an
hour this time. She was getting better.
When it had finally passed Baineth kissed Cas on the forehead, and stood
up. "You're healing, but you'll need time," she said to the girl,
admiring the beauty of her daughter with a sense of maternal pride. Her
daughter had been blessed with the aspects of beauty and grace, which
would only grow stronger as she came into her prime. When Aiva was killed
she had just began to grow into her own, the most delicate and feminine
flower her mother had ever seen. The elves are very long lived, and their
youth is not short. Her daughter would have reached her peak by now, had
she not been struck down. The treaty had expected as much...but she would
have the time she needed.
Cas looked up at Baineth weakly, while the queen clasped her daughter's
hands. "You have questions. I know you do child. But just know, you're
safe now," she said with a loving smile.
"It's...I don't...Why didn't you tell me?" Cas said, trying to collect
her fragmented thoughts.
"Sleep child. You're growing stronger, and when you wake, I promise I
shall explain," the queen said placing a hand upon her daughter's brow.
As the magic washed over Cas, she once more fell into the embrace of her
dreaming communion.
The queen tucked her daughter into the bed, before standing up and
leaving.
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