23 February 2013
Nyx opened her right eye a fragment of an inch. She wasn't in Hellspace anymore. Where was she? She sat up, and gaped. There was a different world. Gazebos with pillars of elaborately carved granite stood next to rivers, full of clear water. Tiny silver minnows darted in the shallows. It was sunny, but thankfully, Nyx was in the shade of a weeping willow. She looked up, and saw a person. Well, a humanoid. It had soft brown hair, a slender face, and grey eyes. It wore cloths fashioned from leaves, and had a slightly green tint to its skin. "What are you?" asked Nyx bluntly. "A dryad, as you would call me. Why do you care, BloodFae?" "What the hell is a BloodFae?" asked Nyx skeptically. The dryad narrowed her eyes. "You have had your wings cut." she muttered, looking somberly at Nyx. "When you were born, the Cronuses burned them. I have seen others like you. None survived. But you smell of BloodFae." Nyx looked down at her fingertips, which were rapidly growing claws. Her skin turned 4 shades paler, and her hair to Jet black. Her eyes were given cat pupils. The dryad smirked. "Since you have come to FaeEdge, you look the way you should." "Who brought me here in the first place?" "The MoonFae. Now begone from my tree, BloodFae." Nyx walked away, towards the more shadowy part of FaeEdge.
Hecate stared at the thousands of rats. Beady black eyes, coarse, matted fur, bones showing. They cringed at the light, and ran into the shadows. Definitely not habitable. Hades gingerly walked up the stairs. There was but one room at the top, a child's room. A broken china doll lay on the floor, next to a tattered bed. Moldy books lined several shelves. A diary lay on the excuse for a bed. Hermes opened it with a puff of dust. He read the first page. "FaeEdge?" He inquired aloud.
Cronus Chapter Five • Opuss № I