Fergus Finlay was the boy who would be seen causing trouble around Midtown High, walking around with his pack of cards and wit to save him from trouble. However, he was in for a rude wake-up call; history was awakening, and it had set its eyes on Fe...
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He sat down behind the table filled with food. He took a deep breath in, his eyes glazed over as he closed them in bliss, feeling his heartbeat slowing down. His senses had sharpened tremendously after the long run. His nose picked up duller smells, eyes spotted shadows in the dark and even his feet were better connected with the ground. He could tell who was moving and how far they were. Of course, his senses dulled slightly when he was back on two feet and instead of fangs and claws he possessed the human features again.
It sure was strange, but Fergus loved it.
He straightened his back, eyes sliding over the large hall lazily as people buzzed around him, taking their seats. There was plenty of empty space around him. He knew it wasn't because he was simply new around the town, it was fear. He smelt it, and once again, he didn't mind. Because it felt powerful, exhilarating.
The ceiling was high, numerous chandeliers hanging above them. He squinted his eyes, realising the tiny crystals were holding fire in them, the small flames acting like light bulbs of sort. His eyes widened in surprise, it was magic. The harder he looked, the more he understood it. It wasn't actually fire in crystals, these were creatures, almost like tiny bugs, or fairies? Agitated, they kept pushing against the glass, but no matter what they did, they were still stuck. Fergus was convinced that soon enough he wouldn't be able to tell from such distance, once the effects of a wolf disappeared he would, most likely, go back to his duller human senses.
His eyes snapped upwards once again as a whoosh of air made everyone's clothes and hair sway slightly. Aurgrímnir landed graciously, folding his wings with a small shuffle of dark brown feathers as he straightened his back. The cape he wore touched the ground and his every step was so smooth it made it look as if he was gliding over the polished floors.
“Show off.” Fergus mumbled under his breath, squinted eyes following the man's steps like every other pair of eyes. He caught Aurgrímnir's gaze for a second, frowning at the playful glint in then, he had heard.
The man moved up to the table that was at the end of the room, standing on a higher platform. He went to stand beside it along with a couple of other people. Fergus guessed it was the council or something, he wants completely familiar with the hierarchy and roles of everyone.
The room was filled with laughter and talking, which sounded more like hissing or foreign language in his ears. Suddenly a silence fell upon the hall, and Fergus looked around curiously, noticing the slender, yet tall form of the Queen entering. Her attire was definitely eye-catching, the horns on her head catching the light if the fire as they shimmered just slightly. Her steps were confident as she walked straight towards the highest chair that overlooked the entire hall.
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