That's what I see when I think of Faye. Of course, she usually wears more than a sports brace and sweats in my imagination.
She also obviously doesn't have a gun (medieval times people), but the Internet can only cooperate so much, so I'm happy with what I got.
--- Faye's POV ---
We landed in a courtyard, Mage circle dying, the chains clinking. The guard behind me pushed me forward for the umpteenth time, and I whirled on him.
"Push me again, and I'll break your shoulder. I'm already walking, you little monkey, don't keep pushing me to sooth your fragile masculinity that's wounded by me being bigger and stronger than you." I snarled at him.
Then I turned an continued down the path to the dungeons. He gathered his tiny amount of courage, and pushed me again.
I whirled, and slammed his nose with my forehead, and then stomped on his shoulder. I heard the crack, and then stepped off him, continuing down the path.
"Faye Marie Jäger!!!" Mother said, annoyed.
"I said I would. I warned him." I said.
"She did warn him." Queen Helen said, smiling.
"Ugh, You get your violence from your father, that's for sure. But at least you both know how to treat a lady." She said, then moved with us.
The other guards were scared of me now. Good. I'd wanted them scared. Scared people make mistakes.
They placed us in the deepest cell in the castle, past seven guard check points. The keys changed too.
Damn. Seems the other guys keys are mostly useless until we reach the upper levels.
I stuck them in my cleavage, no point in throwing them away. Helen giggled at where I put them.
"Shush, woman." I said, blushing. "It's convenient."
"Oh I know, but it's still funny!" She said, chuckling. Mother caught on, and giggled as well.
"Well, we're down here for a while, might as well talk a little. So. The boy. Talk." Helen said, sitting on the bench by the wall.
"Sigh. Fine. Ahem. I was hunting the white stag, " Helen hissed in a breath, she probably knew what the white stag was, and the fact that it was a fae who made you chase it till you die.
"And then it ran into a clearing, and clubbed a poor boy on the head. That is what saved me, really, the boy, and wanting to help him.
Any way, he sits up, bleeding from a head wound, and looks so dazed I didn't talk to him for a minute. Then he noticed me, so I asked who he was.
He comes up with the most inane answer I've ever heard, 'who is who? Who is you? Is it me?' And --"
I told the story of the meeting, and the cabin, and the battles.
It took a little while, which is I suppose why she asked, but she waited till the end to ask-
"Why was the sunrise purple?"
"He asked the same, and after seeing his purple hellfire, I think he was playing with magic at the time.
And somehow he made the sun purple. It went back to normal, but yeah. That's my theory." I said.
"And do you..." Helen asked, trailing off.
"Oh! I hope so, he's quite the catch, as I've said, polite, kind, strong, innocent... Trainable." Mother said, winking at me.
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Magus memoirs
FantasyA strange boy wakes up in a field. He has no memory, yet he speaks and writes every language he hears, fluently, easily. He remembers everything he sees. He wears strange clothes, and his appearance is... Odd, to say the least. He is found by a stra...
