Faerie Captive

III

    Freya had awoken with a jolt. She rolled to her side and felt her stomach churn violently so she shot up in response and ran to the nearest tree. She hunched over and began to vomit everything she had eaten. Between the loud gags she called for Lemand very loudly. She had never thrown up before. She was beginning to stress out. 

"Freya, it's your system clearing out for the change..." Lemand darted over to her and patted her leg gently. The little critter felt bad for her but he didn't know what he could do to help her in any way. 

"Are you okay?" Damien questioned as he to came to her aid. 

"I'm fine, just go back to sleeping. I don't need you bothering me, especially right now." Freya sneered as she continued to vomit. Damien has already proved to be a thorn in her side, she didn't need any more of his disrespectful attitude. Not at this moment in time. Any other time she could handle it right now, she wanted to hurt him. 

"No, I'm being sincere. I'm not going to bother you!" Damien replied laying his hand between her shoulders in an attempt to soothe her quietly. His brown and blonde streaked hair hung over his eye because he had gotten out of the stream not to long ago before he had went to sleep. 

Freya moved away from him every touch shocked her entire body. It was the most uncomfortable feeling ever. Lemand jumped to the side of her turning to Damien and waving him away slowly. 

"She's in a lot of pain right now, Damien." Lemand whispered quietly. He patted him on the hand and suggested for him to return to where he was sleeping. 

Damien nodded deliberately as he pivoted on his left foot returning to where he created his bedding. 

Freya continued to vomit her guts up while Lemand sat beside her making an attempt to keep her hydrated. "We have to begin the journey tomorrow. I don't... I don't want to be a captive..." Her voice trailed off before she began to vomit violently. This time, her stomach contained no contents anymore. It was just acid. She dry heaved at the taste of the vomit, mentally begging for it to stop. However, it wouldn't take any begging. 

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 "What?" A woman with jet black hair exclaimed as her already fair skin began to fade into a whiter tint than it already was. The faerie before her could tell that it was from displeasure with what she had just heard. The elaborate iced tiara that sat upon her head seemed to teeter as she paced back and forth, her onyx heels clacking against the solid ice blocks beneath her feet.

"A werewolf, attacked a child. She couldn't have been more than fifteen hundred years old, my queen." The tiny fragile yet vicious looking faerie whispered. She was afraid of what repercussions she would feel from the ice queen receiving this news. She rubbed her hand against her pale arm very nervously.

"Athena, you have been a well servant of mine for how many years?" The Winter Queen sunk down in her throne-like-seat, letting out a fastidious sigh. Her black painted nails scratched against the arms of where she had sat down.

"For over a century, your majesty." The nervous Fae replied softly. This was it, the winter queen was going to end her right then and there. It was not going to be pretty at all. She closed her eyes tightly inhaling her very last breath, so she thought. 

     "Do not loose trail of that child. Otherwise, you will feel the true wrath of the ice. You will not feel it from me, you will feel it from my dashing hounds. Do you understand me?" Solstice grinned maliciously towards the trembling ice faerie beneath her. She held her hand down to her side as a hound crafted from ice seemed to just saunter its way into the room from behind her. It sneered. She then held her hand out to Athena expecting every Winter Faeries leaving ritual.