Mysticon Origins

The Rebel, Part One

In the Realm of the Fey, where pixies as far as the eye can see flourished, Hortensia Q Sparklebottom was just sweeping up her orphanage, which seemed spick and span. Suddenly she heard her pager going off. Looks like one of her babies was going to get adopted. Without a moment to spare, she presented herself to her customers in question. They indeed seemed to be a tough looking couple. These were Alan and Eleanor Moonwolf.

Both had always wanted a baby daughter of their own. Ultimately, they opted for adoption. Hortensia was more than happy to accommodate them. Since only pixie's and babies could enter, the strange spider lady showed them the vast assortment of through a magic mirror.

Hortensia patiently awaited their finally decision, only to somewhat cringe at at their final decision. It was a purple haired one year old. She didn't show the Moonwolves, but she had a look of worry on her face. Something about giving her away scared her, as if the fate of the Realm depended on it.

Nevertheless, Hortensia vowed that every baby in her orphanage would have a home one day, and this one was no exception. With a heavy heart, she gave the child to the Moonwolves, who gazed upon the child longingly. They loved her as soon as they laid eyes on her. With their child, the Moonwolves went on their way.

As they left, Hortensia's smile faded into a worried frown. She had mixed feelings on the matter. What are the consequences of what I've just done? The old spider thought. At the same time, she was glad she found "Littler Howler", a nice loving family. She did dread one thing though. One day, the Moonwolves would have to tell their daughter that she was adopted. Why that was, most of the pixies were afraid to ask.

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Seven years have passed. It was a nice, sunny, almost cloudless day out in the vast expanse of ocean in Gemina. Sea gulls as far as the eyes can see were diving into the water for their daily catch, while large, strange sea creatures were underneath, swimming leisurely through the sea. Off in the distance, a coastline could be seen, and nearby was a simple village, called Terra's Peak, in which people flourished. Among the populous, the Moonwolves were on to their daily routine.

Alan Moonwolf was a rather muscular man an who stood six foot one, had brown eyes, short yet wild brown hair, and sported a dark red long sleeve button shirt, khaki pants, and a navy blue jacket. He was a Sea Captain, sailing out at sea with his fellow sailors. He was gruff and stubborn, but still a respectable man all the same.

Then there was Eleanor Moonwolf. She stood five foot eight, had short black hair, turquoise eyes, and sported a turquoise shirt with a cropped black jacket and black pants. She was the best archer in her village, winning archery contests each and every year. She was a somewhat snarky individual, yet easy going on the whole.

And alongside them was their adoptive daughter, Zarya Moonwolf. The combined personalities of her parents were definitely evident, as she was tomboyish, care-free, yet had a bit of an attitude. Be that as it may, she was very close to her parents, as they were to her.

One summer morning, in her one story house, Zarya was trying so hard to sleep in. Apparently, she did not sleep very well at all the during previous nigh, evident by her baggy eyes. It certainly did not help that the bright sun was shining right in to her eyes through her window.

"Ugh, what's the point?" Zarya said, in a groggy tone. With that, she got out of her hammock, and slowly made her way through the halls, where her parents were waiting. Alan is reading the morning paper while Eleanor was brewing up a fresh pot of coffee.

"Can you believe this load of minotaur dung?" Alan said, in a rather husky voice. "Ever since ships took to the sky, people have been saying that standard sea ships are no longer relevant."