Ariadne has always been a dreamer. Her mother would always say she was away with the faeries.
Until one night, an envelope shrouded with magic lands at her doorstep, inviting her to the dance of the damned in the enchanting land of Altoria.
It's m...
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It had been a week since her mother's death, and so much had happened. Ariadne couldn't believe she was staring at her reflection. The woman staring back at her was haunting.
Ariadne had briefly took off her ring, while getting dressed. Her hair hung past the middle of her back now, it was nothing short of flaming curls, while her amber eyes shone brighter. Her face had turned more feline and her cheekbones were more pronounced. Her ears had become tapered into rounded points, sitting a bit further back. The woman before her was definitely high Fae, soon the ring would not hide what she had took for granted. Ariadne sighed and put the ring back on.
It didn't feel right against her skin, and she stared a moment longer in the mirror. It barely concealed her true nature. Her hair should be a rich mahogany, but it was much redder than before. Her eyes were barely the chocolate brown she had grown used to seeing and her face, it was awkward. Like it was trapped between being feline and being human.
She had grown stronger in her short time spent in Altoria, but already her powers, her true nature had grown too strong to be suppressed by the glamour. It's power was waning. She took the ring off and put it her dress' pocket. It was more a token of sentimentality then usefulness now, still the small weight in her pocket comforted her.
Ariadne took a deep breath and pulled her hair back into a half updo. This was familiar to her, at least one thing remained that she understood. As her fingers deftly spun her hair into a braided bun, she hummed her mother's childhood lullaby.
There was a quiet knock at the door before Kendra stepped inside, followed by Iyrena. Iyrena had not left Ariadne's side in the past few days. Ariadne was thankful for it, and often told Iyrena so. Her reply was always a warm smile followed by a hug.
Iyrena had been trapped here, just like her, and Ariadne supposed that Iyrena was grateful too.
Kendra's gasp of shock brought Ariadne back to reality.
"Why aren't you wearing your ring?" Kendra rushed to Ariadne's side.
Iyrena's brow dipped slightly in a light frown, but she remained silent. In answer, Ariadne slipped the ring on and Kendra frowned.
"I see."
Ariadne took the ring off and placed it back in her pocket.
"You cannot go round like that either," Iyrena waved a hand down the length of Ariadne, motioning to her current state.
"I know but the ring won't work much longer, whatever's left is already being stretched thin," Ariadne grabbed a long hair pin and pushed it through the bun to hold it in place.
"It is the Pheonix in you, it is stronger than I thought it would be," Iyrena mused.
"Yeah... About that. What the hell do you mean when you say Pheonix?" Ariadne whirled to face Iyrena.
