Neve [The Weeping Monk Fan-Fiction]

Neve. The stubbornly gorgeous fraternal twin to Nimue. Intelligent and forthright, a warrior, a survivor, and Nimue's willing protector. A fixer, a challenger, an inheritant of the once most powerful sorcerer's magic. A daughter, a sister, a lover and a fighter, Neve vows to eternally help any folk who may need it, even if they don't know it themselves.

But alas, an outcast in her own village, much like her twin, except Neve wasn't scratched and harmed by an evil being, and so, as a village phenomenon, she's avoided like a Fey disease. The only woman who knows the truth, refuses to tell her daughter until she's older, something Neve rolls her eyes to, proceeding to seek out her sister to vent too once more.

Her life takes a startling turn as the legend of the Weeping Man begins to buzz and spread like wildfire, Neve first lays her eyes on the damage he inflicts as an older gentleman stumbles through the village with a sky blue Moon Wing, dying in his arms. Her body tensing, her iris's swirl into an electric blue, bursting with colour as a vision plays in front of her, the dark silhouette of the Weeping Monk appears in front of her, and she knew, he needed help.

With her eyes becoming a darker shade of blue, Neve breathes deeply, blinking and coming back to the now dead Moon Wing and her mother and sister sitting around the dead fey. And from that moment, Neve felt a searing connection to the troubled man, almost as if her soul called out for him...

+Mainly based of the Tv Show, with small parts of the book+