#ismazud

Vivas, son of Alridia, is a morally ambiguous fae with power over water. Dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes make him seem a lot brighter of a person than he truly is. His only family is his mother, sent mad with the death of his father - her mate - when he was a child, and his mate Nythilla - the story's antagonist. After being stabbed with an iron blade, he is mortal for most of the story. Which is irksome, since he holds nothing but contempt for the human race.

Elsie, daughter of Edeline, is a 19 year old Irish girl desperate for adventure, love and family. Her black hair and green eyes are an oddity where she resides with four Brownies on the outskirts of a small town near Galway, Síochána, where she was granted land after saving the patriarch of the town from a nasty infection. But with her strange tendencies towards the old ways in a now Christian country, her leg brace, and her desire to live as far away from town as possible while still being able to access it, she is an outcast to the town.

Blaze, son of Imrotheen, is a chaotic-good bisexual with a lot of love to give. With an insatiable need to make everyone his best friend, it's no wonder when he and Elsie grow close within minutes of meeting. Which causes him to invite her to see the fae city in the new realm they fled to after the hunting started. A fae with power over fire and a flare for the dramatic, with black hair and hazel eyes, the most important thing to him in this world is his family. And he's travelled it extensively, so he'd know.

Ismazud, daughter of Lulria, group mother, and Blaze's mate. Caring, nurturing, and worrisome, her gold eyes and brown hair exude a homeliness rarely found in the war ravaged fae. She uses her fire powers to weld and sculpt, being one of the most popular and highly sought after builders in the fae city, and leaving her hands covered in thin scars. Her brother is the most important person to her, second only to her mate, Blaze.

The townsfolk crowded closer, their makeshift weapons raised menacingly. The anger in their postures almost outweighed the fear in their eyes, leaving no doubt in Elsie's mind that they knew exactly who - or rather, what - her companions were.

"Look, people, I know you're angry, and scared. You have every right to be. Someone has destroyed your homes, your lives-"

"Someone?" One of them screamed from the back of the crowd, "It wasn't a someone, it was those demons that you're travelling with!"

"No, it wasn't them!" Elsie yelled back, her hands raised in a gesture of peace.

"Traitor!" Another screamed, spitting at the dirt in front of her feet. Vivas tensed beside her.

"How dare you-" He said lowly, taking a threatening step towards the woman. Elsie threw a hand out to stop him, desperately trying to calm the situation. His fiery glare could not be stopped though, and that alone caused the villagers to take a step back despite themselves.

"Please stop talking, I'm trying to get us out of this alive." Elsie whispered, finally managing to catch his gaze. Vivas' eyes remained steely, but he nodded stiffly in acceptance. Elsie took a deep breath, turning to once again face the angry crowd. She straightened her spine, looking into the eyes of as many of the people as she could as she scrambled to form a plan.

"You have every right to be angry. To be scared. I don't blame you for wanting revenge against the ones that have committed this heinous act against you. But it was not us-"

"Liar!"

"Please, let me finish! It was not us that did this to you. We are trying to stop the ones that did!"

And why should we believe you?" One of the older men piped up, his face withered from years of work, remnants of a simpler life that no longer existed for these people.

"Do we attack you now? Do we threaten you in any way? If we were the ones responsible, you would all be dead where you stand." Elsie said softly, everything about her imploring them to listen. No one called taunts this time, her minor victory letting Elsie release some of the tension from her muscles. "Look at yourselves. You're tired, and hungry. Covered in so much ash that I can hardly see your faces.

"You were going to fight like this? Armed with fire pokers, your children clinging to your backs?" She glanced around, relieved to see some of them lowering their weapons. "You have lost everything today. And I wept at the sight of it. We all feel for you, for what you have been forced to endure. But do you not see what you haven't lost? Each other. You still have each other, the most important thing in the world! This is not the way, people!" Elsie shouted, her heart warming at the sight of hands being placed on the shoulders of the children. "The way is moving on, the way is helping others. The way is going to your friends, your families, and telling them what happened here. Warning them, in case more is to come. And please, please tell them that you have people like us on your side." The last of them lowered their weapons begrudgingly, looking to their friends and neighbours for opinions. Elsie, Vivas, Blaze and Ismazud waited with baited breath for someone to make the first move.

Well... I've gotta leave some mystery, eh? :P

Tagged by @forlornraven, and I literally wrote this to do it 😂

Blaze looked sceptically at Vivas, pausing momentarily. "You wouldn't stab me."

Vivas snorted. "I would, I could, and I will."

"You'd hurt your dearest friend, for a little harmless flirting?!"

"I'd stab my dearest friend knowing he'll heal in the space of 10 minutes, for 60 years of shameless flirting, yes. Watch it."

"... Killjoy."

"You... you're a monster." Elsie breathed, the feeling of her heart shattering almost physically sickening. Her legs shook, threatening to give up on her.

Tagged by @forlornraven

Rules: You must post-

1. First line

2. Genre

3. Name and age of your main character(s)

4. First but of dialogue in your WIP

1: Elsie was tired.

2: Fantasy Adventure

3: Elsie Edeline, 19. Vivas Alrdida, 89. Blaze Imrotheen, 127. Ismazud Imrotheen (Formerly Lulria), 93. (Although I may be changing these around a bit)

4: As it stands now, "What's for dinner miss Elsie?" But I'm currently rewriting and it will probably be something like "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." But I'm unsure as of yet.

I was tagged by @focusdumbass (Thanks!)

She couldn't even feel the moisture forming against her cheek. All there was, was exhaustion.