23 February 2013
Hecate snatched the leatherbound diary away from him. She began to read aloud. "The shattering has affected my brother. He fell of the Springedge drop off, into Hellspace, and somehow he made it back. I don't believe he's sane though. He spoke is something called FaeEdge, and dryads. He said the dryads were the souls of the ancient trees. The one that appeared to him was the Lady Of The Willow-Path. She seemed a bit apprehensive of him, since he was not one of the Fae. She sent him to fend for himself in the ShadowSpace, the darker part of Faeworld. He spoke of BloodFae, the neutral creatures of the shadows that resemble winged vampyres. There were also DeathFae, seeking to destroy anything living, WhispFae, the lost Fae of eons, and Sirens, demons whose song lures Fae and Humans alike to their demise. I am not sure whether I should believe him or not." Hecate was trembling. She gently sat the book down in the middle of the pillow. Aphrodite was chalk white with fear. "Nyx sounds like a BloodFae." Muttered Hades. "Pale, hates the sun, she fit the description." "No wings, remember?" Corrected Hermes. Posidon nodded slightly. "Even if she were, I don't think it would be enough to fight a Cronus." Aphrodite said sadly. "She was tough. She'll fare well." Said Hecate hopefully. Hades picked up the diary and pocketed it. They walked outside again, looking apprehensively at the rat-infested walls. Aphrodite leaned against a knarled oak. "We'll find her, even if she is in FaeEdge." She assured the others. "You speak of FaeEdge?" a voice from above whispered. Everyone stared at the Dryad perched in the tree. It had the wings of a dragonfly and the eyes of a cat. It's face was narrow and pointed. "FaeEdge is mortals bane and final hope. Edge, the end, the side. Fae. I am one of the Fae. You are not hailing from FaeEdge, your eyes harbor the shattering. Shatter, breaking into many pieces. The world was shattered." "Who are you?" Asked Posidon nervously. "The Sister of The Oak-Words. The words of the Oak. Oak is strong. The Sister of The Oak- Words is strong. Lives for millennia. Millennia, thousands of years. Nobody will believe the sister. Nobody, not a soul. I will take a soul. Take, not borrow." And with that, she grabbed Aphrodite by the arms, and pulled her into the tree. "If The Crystal Girl fails me, I will offer it to the DeathFae. Fail, not succeed. Death, lack of life." And before anyone could react, the Dryad yanked Aphrodite through the tree trunk and into FaeEdge.
Nyx was in ShadowSpace. It wasn't ugly. In fact, it was beautiful. Wells carved from Onyx stood every few yards. Each one was different, and each one had runes carved into it. Forests of Ebony were plentiful, and it was snowing lightly. Bloodred and silver roses bloomed in various places, and there were millions of birds, most of them brown, gold, grey, white, red, or black. There was grass, and it grew thick and grey. Nyx had felt a thirst gnawing at her for a while now. She walked over to a well, and lowered the ebony wood bucket into it. She heard it splash, and slowly pulled it back up. It was filled with a crystal clear water, which she quickly drank. But it tasted different. It tasted of blood. She finished drinking it, and put down the bucket. She was in her home territory, BloodFaeWoods.
Cronus Chapter Six • Opuss № I