Children Of Myths, Act One: Scotland

Searching in Dreams

Riannon floated through the woods and over the lake, her golden hair almost shimmering with its own light as she saw everything back to normal. She had even taken off her warm clothes because the weather had reversed to warm in a matter of minutes.
On the opposite bank, the rest of the group was confused, bewildered, but judging by the slight smiles, they understood that the mission had been successful and that the pillar had been destroyed.

"Victory is ours!" She announced as soon as he touched the groud. However, she noticed that about eight of her comrades were missing, besides the first two that had been taken, a total of ten losses.

She leaned into the lake and immersed her face under the now clear and no longer turbid surface, there was no trace of anything on the bottom, probably the Finfolk had already taken them to some hidden underground tunnel and entrusted to the currents that would have taken them to their abyssal realm, since the sea was just a few miles away.

"Shit..." the blonde fairy pulled back her wet hair and clenched her jaw, cursing under her breath. She would have never wished such fate on anyone, and she would have rather die than become a servant and forced to birth their offsprings.

In spite of everything, cynical as it might sound, they had to go on.
They would rescue them as they regained control over their life source and, most importantly, conquer back Man so that the Court of McLir could once again re-establish command over the ocean.

"I need at least two more with wings to carry Artica and a human boy we saved from those bastards. Take out the medicines for yourself and for others."

(...)

Bakhur had torn his shawl to tie it around his own arm and Saraide's leg. Underneath, he was wearing rags underneath, but his shoes looked like the ones humans usually wore, perhaps he had stolen them.

Now that it was all over, he had a lot of questions to ask his supernatural saviors who had eradicated that curse, but he would wait until they all recovered.
Luckily, there was no shortage of water to wash the wounds.

"Ouch..."

"'Ana asf" Bakhur apologized, dabbing the bite with the damp wool "Better?"

The Elf nodded, sitting up against the rock wall and waiting for the others to come and get them while the boy watched over hier unconscious friend.

"... Saraide?"

"Tell me"

"Are you Jinn?"

Saraide blinked, confused "What?"

"Jinn, Djinn... Uhm..." He rolled his eyes with a frustrated snort. He had finally found some nice people after years and couldn't communicate properly. What a cruel twist of fate...

"Spirits?"

Saraide frowned and then cracked a smile "More or less. Our name is Sidhe... Fairies for humans, Faefolk, Fair Folk..."

The boy nodded, satisfied; they were still supernatural creatures. And since they had lifted that curse and fought those who had enslaved him, he felt they were trustworthy.
He was worried about Artica, though. She was alive, but she was barely moving and was in pain all over her body. Maybe being traversed by that tide of light felt like being struck by lightning? In any case, she must not have had a good time.
Riannon's voice made him look away from the unconscious girl and he winced as he saw two people with white feathered wings alongside with his other savior.

He prostrated himself on the ground under the confused gazes of all those present, vigilant of course, and began to pray.

"... Did he hit his head?" One of the two winged Sidhe blinked.