The cold

Excited and lost...

It was the first breeze, a festival celebrated by both the courts, where all fey, good or bad , would gather to welcome the next year. Neil couldn't help it, he was excited, so very excited. Damien was back too and he seemed rather pleasant this time round. He even bought Neil a few souvenirs from his time in Fiora, he didn't even try to be all superior or pompous now. Neil decided to wear his best formals,  after all first impressions did count a lot.He twirled around eyeing himself in the mirror, this suit, he decided , gave him a fine look, he tweaked the spell on his pet stone so that it only hid his wings, he figured it wouldn't do him any good to look human among a bunch of fey. He heard the screech of the gate being open and headed down, all ready to go with Nerezza and Damien who were at the door.

He was surprised when they got into a chariot, not some car, that was driven by red horsey lookalikes with wings made of bones, some black foggy substance pooling at their feet, pin boars he thought, recalling Nerezza mentioning the creatures a few days ago, he reached out his hand leaning forward trying to pet them. Damien pushed him aside roughly, as the pin boar bit the air, barely missing Neil. Neil blinked, he looked at the creature for a few seconds, wondering why anyone would want their chariots pulled by such violent creatures. "Because they're faster, vlakas" Damien replied harshly, pulling Neil into the chariot, not gentle at all.

Neil huffed, deciding to be the better person for once and not sour the festival mood. He couldn't bother putting up a fight knowing the fact that he'd be fake horse chow if not for Damien. The chariot lurched before their surroundings all but blurred. This  lasted for a few seconds before they were at the gathering . They got down from the chariot, Neil staring wide eyed at the sight before him.There were green people with webbed feet swaying around in clothes strung from leaves, there were people with round insect like eyes, their skin taking on a strange grey complexion, there were strange women made of stones , stomping around with a fierce look on their face, snake people like Nerezza, walking with an uncanny chilling grace and the generally normal looking Damien now suddenly grew taller by a good feet or two, horns sprouting on his head, mist swirling in his eyes resembling a storm, his skin turning darker by a shade or two. Neil stared at Damien open mouthed,shocked at how different he looked. The venue Venire , was ,by itself a sight to behold, it was a place for leisure , gifted to the feys by Daimao, the king of the obyss. The trees were black, a beautiful clear black, like they were sculpted from the darkest of crystals, yet almost translucent. Little lights hung from the trees like sparse leaves, giving the place just the right amount of light. Nightinglows  of different colors were held in little cages suspended in thin air , their songs filling the silence. There were many feys in the center, dancing , moving their bodies sensually, to the song of the glowing birds. The night was filled with excitement, the atmosphere charged. 

Another chariot popped out of no where, screeching to a halt beside them. Neil noticed Damien glaring at the direction of the chariot, his body stiffening, his hand falling on the sword he always carried around. Neil followed Damien's eyes, wondering who brought about such an intense reaction. Out of the chariot stepped the tyrant king Abbadon, Damian's older twin, an exact image of him, except for the eyes, which were a disturbing red. Following Abbadon was a tall lithe man, who's jet black hair fell to his waist, Hissana , Abbadon's lover. Abbadon made his way towards Damien, smirking at the tension in the air, Hissana right beside him, looking rather uncomfortable. The two brothers stared at each other for a while , neither willing to back down. 

Nerezza huffed irately, daring either brother to try causing a scene. On Nerezza's intervention Damian walked off, Neil at his heels. Neil didn't like Abbadon, perhaps it was unfair to dislike him without cause but he had after all grown up to tales of Abbadon's cruelty, hearing rumors that Abbadon's heart was replaced by a piece of coal. He'd be much more comfortable following Damian than being near a king with a heart of coal. 

Neil stopped following Damien, startled by a beautiful voice, beautiful, so beautiful, it called to him, to his very soul. He followed the beautiful voice, he was pulled towards it, the voice weaving little threads to his soul , tugging it, bringing it closer, closer to the voice...to the words, words that made no sense to him. It was in a completely different language, a velvety earthy tongue, and yet it pulled him, controlled him, he wanted to go to it.

Neil blinked startled and looked around him, he was in the middle of no where, a tall hooded woman the only person in sight. He shuddered, the woman had a very strange felling about her, her face hidden by a hood, her mouth, the only thing visible, twisted into a sinister grin. He walked towards her , to ask her for directions , but was suddenly held back in a  painful grip. He twisted and pulled, trying to use a spell ,but the person holding him locked his hands in something that made him feel like his skin was burning out, the energy for the spell completely drained . He felt weak, as his vision wavered , he felt the man toss him over his shoulder roughly, he felt the man throw him into one of their strange chariots, he even felt the familiar lurch, he tried to break free one last time but he couldn't even make it a few steps before the man pulled him back by his hair , laughing as he tried struggling a bit more before the pain finally made him keep still. He let himself fall asleep after that, it felt much better to let loose than fight to stay awake.

Greetings fey-kin!!!

another chapter down....yay!!! Damien, you irresponsible cookie!!! I'm going to dump you in salt!

votes or comments are kinda welcome....