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 Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 7:33 pm
Torra looked between the fae. "I wish you didn't need to leave." Then she got up and hugged Amiera. "Come back safe." Then she looked at Rem and Mikal. "If you aren't allowed to have sweets, then how about some tea?" She gave him a small smile. She let go of Mikals hand, feeling a bit irritated that he was being so cold to such a sweet boy.
She picked up a cup that smelled like green tea and took it over to Rem. "Here, it isn't sugar, but it is good for everything else."
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 8:18 pm
Rem followed her and puts honey and milk into the tea anyway not liking the bitterness. "Return safely!" He said trying to be chipper, but in fact Remiel's just tired and the tea didn't help him one bit. His form got even smaller as he became more tired and eventually fell asleep on the chair he was sitting on. "Mhn......"
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 8:25 pm
*Maybe I should have given him sugar. The tea didn't help his energy any.* Even though they had mentioned to not give him any, she felt like she should. But this was not her home, and that was not her decision to make.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 8:49 pm
Rem was sleeping heavily. It really didn't help he was four days behind sleep. "Mhn?" trying to get comfortable on the chairs padding but couldn't.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 9:23 pm
Torra picked Rem up gently, took him over to the couch and laid him softly on a pillow. She looked around the room for a blanket but couldn't find one small enough. So she went to her bathroom and got a wash cloth and used that instead. It wasn't luxurious but it was comfier than a stiff chair.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 10:30 pm
It was about three hours later when he woke up and his energy is back up somewhat. Rem rubbed his eyes to find the washcloth on him and he grows into normal height on the couch and sits up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 7:59 am
Mikal was pacing by the door. The meeting should not have taken this long. Amiera did have gurads when she attended the meeting, but she should have been back by now. He glanced at the wall of windows to see the sun at its midday point. There were dark clouds rolling in fast and his fears were confirmed. He knew Remonee had sensed it as well. Butterflies flew past the windows as he watched.
"My friends," He said softly. "Lady Amiera will be back when she is allowed to return. She will need support and I beg of you. Do not ask her about the meeting. Do not ask her why she is so late."
Remonee nodded and looked outside as it began to pour rain. *She will not be happy, though she'll wear a smile. The angels have claimed another. Let us all hope it was not a Royal.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 8:56 am
Terra looked at her, "What do you mean claimed a royal? They wouldn't hurt someone so important to the flow of this planet would they?" She felt herself becoming angry. *They think they're so high and mighty just because they hold the title of arch angel." She let out a sigh of frustration. "I won't ask her about any of this meeting stuff. But I will ask you. Why are the fae meeting with arch angels? Fae, as I've come to learn over the years, try to avoid meeting with angels or demons unless absolutely necessary. Is there something we need to be worried about?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 9:55 am
Mikal sighed. "Terra calm yourself. I can only explain so much." He said in a stern voice. "We meet with the Archangels because Lady Amiera has to. It is to keep her life. Her human mother died and became and angel when Amiera was six. But she became a Fallen for reasons I cannot say. So Amiera must meet with them to defend Fae. Fallen hunt us and kill any Fae they find.
*The Archangels protect us, and Lady Amiera is trying to get the Demon community to work with us as well. The Fallen killed the King of Summer, throwing Amiera into the duties of Royalty.* Remonee thought.
The door opened to reveal Amiera. Her face was stony and she looked as if she had been crying. She said nothing as she headed to her room to change and came back in a floor length, black dress. Her wings weren't as bright as before and she seemed out of it. Something was clearly wrong.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 10:20 am
Toma walked over to Amiera. "What is wrong Ameria?" He said in a soft yet stern tone.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 10:40 am
Amiera looked at him as a tear ran down her cheek. "The Fallen..... They took her..... She's dead...." She stammered.
Mikal touched her shoulder. "Amiera? Who was it?"
Amiera looked at him. "Your mother..."
Mikal went silent. His face turned to stone. His mother was dead. She was gone forever.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 11:30 am
Terra took a deep breathe.
"How....how can they take a queen? I'm not trying to impose or make you more upset, but what gives them the right?" She knew she was over stepping the lines that were given to them a few moments before Amiera returned, but it just wasn't right. She stood up and looked at Mikal, she wouldn't try to comfort him. When her mother died it was natural from old age, and even then she wanted to be left alone. But this, this was much worse than that. There was nothing any one could possibly say to make him feel better.
She got one of the cloths laying on the table and took it to Amiera and gently wiped her tears away. "I don't want to seem to forward by saying this but I want you to know I am your friend but I do not plan to act like I know what you are dealing with. And I'm not going to say things that I think will help. But I am an ear to listen if you choose to talk about it." She spoke in a soft voice not wanting to come off as harsh or pushy on the subject.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 11:56 am
Amiera hugged her in thanks, unable to speak. She had lost her aunt, one of the strongest Fae left of the elder royal court. The rest of them were younger and inexperienced. She had no idea how they would survive. Mikal would need to take over as the Dark King now.
Mikal stood in his place. He couldn't control the tears of blood that ran down his face. It was only when Remonee touched his shoulder, that he realized he was shaking. He reached out and hugged the Winter Queen. She knew how painful it was and she understood his position, having lost her mother at a very very young age. He couldn't feel anything but numbness in his body. His mother had been a mother to all three of the Royal Fae. She was there when they needed her. When Remonee's mother was taken by Fallen, and Amiera's Father... That thought struck something in him. "Torra, Terra, Toma.... The Fallen are not angels. They have wings, but they are worse then any angel or demon. All of us Fae in this room are in danger. Rem needs to send word to the Dream King. The rest of us need to find protection. As long as you are with us, you are in danger as well." He said, his training as a warrior and prince kicking in. All he wanted was a comforting hug, but he would not have time to grieve until he made sure the two queens with him were safe.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 12:12 pm
Terra stood took Torras hand and left the room. When they came back she was dressed in her pants, and tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, katana at her side.
Torra reentered right after Terra. She was dressed in her usual shorts and tank. Her bow and its arrows were on her back and dagger on her hip But unlike her normal ponytail she had left her hair down, she wasn't sure if it was for her or because Mikal said she looked nice with it like this, she decided on the second. She looked across the faces of her friends. "You needn't worry about having us along making us be in danger. We are more than capable of taking care of ourselves." She didn't sound cocky like she had planned but no matter. "We're here to help."
She gestured to her uncle, "Toma has a large range of followers as do my sister and I from our father. So don't worry about trying to get the demon community on board. We may not lable our leaders as kings or queens but those who rule the winds and the like are considered to be kings or queens."
She went and took Mikals hand. "We are here to fight with you." She leaned up and kissed his blood stained cheek. Turning her attention to Remonee, "What do we do now? Do you have a place that Fallen won't look right away for Amiera or the rest of you? And how do we get Rem back to the King?"
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