Children Of Myths, Act One: Scotland

Scotland for ever!

"So? How did it go?" Brendan asked as his niece stepped through the door.

"... I fucked up really bad"

Artica quietly sat in the kitchen, mortified, scared of herself and what she could have done with her own magic. She explained the Elven Guard Saraide and her got into an argument before the King and Queen about her theory, then the Elf had said bad things about her and her parents, and then she threw hands at her.

"Maybe you shouldn't have punched her..." Arianna commented "But I would have done the same"

"Auntie. I almost paralized her arms. Permanently"

Everyone in the room shifted their expression from understanding to utter disbelief.

"Worst of all is that i wasn't about to do it like when the Cult attacked our town, this time it was on purpose. I was too angry; it's been a month or so and she always looked down on me. I was fed up..."

She hid her face in her crossed arms over the table, disgusted with herself and what she could have done. That was the other side of Magic, the one that could be used to hurt... To kill.

"I don't need scolding, I got punished already and I won't be going into the Fae Realm for two weeks"

She surely would have the time to work on her temper and stubbornness, as well as lashing her frustration into combat and magic practice. Better venting on lifeless scarecrows than people, she didn't even wanted Connor to assist her, scared of hurting him. The last thing she wanted was causing pain to someone she cared about.

A couple days passed, it was noon and Artica was sitting under a tree with Gigi nestled in her lap like a kitten "Thirteen days left, and maybe the Black Ice will spread even more. All because I was such an eejit"

The little goat bleated, nuzzling her hand.

"I think I should write back to Evans and wait for his answer while talking to one of the Banshee that isn't busy at the moment"

She got up, brought Gigi back to the staple and headed to the church to borrow ink, quill and some paper. Once arrived, she noticed that Aidan wasn't present and, surprisingly, Annag was sweeping.

"I thought you three didn't want to set foot in here" Artica said, looking for what she needed to write a letter and making the Cross sign once entered.

"We don't sympathize with the Southern God believers, yes" A brief pause "But Aidan is different. He has two faiths, yet he's true to both. He speaks of kindness and humility, and he's no hypocrite"

Artica sat on a bench and gazed at the empty paper, then gathered her courage and called the Fae over to sit with her.

"Annag, I need a favor, could you and your sisters help me?"

The Banshee nodded, listening carefully to what happened a few days before. She sighed when Artica mentioned the fight with Saraide and how ashamed she was for almost making her lose her arms.

"She deeply hates the British... And yes, what she said is true, about her parents and more Fae getting killed by Mankind's ignorance" She paused with another sigh "But I think you should speak to her face to face once the banishment is revoked"

Artica was really skeptical about Saraide wanting to even speak to her, but she'd try. Not that she'd guarantee anything since that woman had a marble-hard head as much as her own.
Anyway, the redhead explained her plan, how her idea came to her when she had the vision and how Maeve and Connor encouraged her to go on with it.

"It's a possibility. I mean, if the curse is removed, wouldn't it help?" She created a tiny crystal in her hand "If the magic is drained and stored inside, follow me for a second"