@OtomostheCrazy@Ace of flames01Hannah Lane
Tower of Enacra
Month TwoThe atmosphere was thick with emotion, fear and hopelessness drowning the Fae in their place of hiding. The tower belonged to a solitary sorcerer, but he had opened his home up to them once the news had reached him. The Fae had been quick to act, and surprisingly generous to each other, in the face of this disaster. Nothing had happened yet, or at least nothing visible that they knew for sure, but the Seers were in full crisis mode.
Hannah still remembered that desolate look on the woman's face when she made contact with Hannah using a witch's portals. After dropping her off here at the tower she'd said; "Poor girl. You should say your goodbyes... just in case." That a Seer had said that to her made the words ten times more frightening. She'd called her parents immediately, having not spoken to them in some time, and she apologized for leaving, told them she loved them, and wished them luck.
She hadn't warned them of what was coming, hadn't even thought it a possibility, but if things were as bad as the Seers made it out to be... maybe it couldn't hurt. Maybe she should call her parents again and tell them to run and hide.
A spark of fury ignited in her chest. She was a powerful Naga! A Sea-Witch! A Serpent of Occus' own forge! Why was she cowering in this packed stone tower in the middle of no where? What was out there that the Fae couldn't fight?!
But just as quick as the fire came it fled. Even she could sense the void that now existed in her heart. In her soul. It was right where she had felt that tug when she made her deal with Occus, when she sold her soul. It wasn't right that she couldn't feel his power there anymore, that the eternal paradise promised to her had fallen silent.
This tower was getting to her, the repressed emotion in this isolated place wasn't healthy. It was built on a rock off the coast of north west England, cloaked in protection and obscuring magic. The place was so small the tower took up all the space and a floating courtyard had to be constructed outside the entrance, along with a small wooden dock. Judging by the Windows the building was eight stories high, each floor covered in sleeping bags for twenty five people each. There were two hundred Fae hiding here, plus the first generation ever born of them.
After the war had finally ended the Fae had time to settle down, for a time at least. Now every single man and woman holding a baby in the tower regretted bringing a newborn life into this situation.
The low sounds of chatter abruptly silenced as a voice rose loudly, calling out a long note. Another voice joined it, and then Hannah noticed the group of slightly scaled people by the door. They began singing a sort of sad acapella:
"I'm not afraid of the sunset or the rain
I'm just afraid of dyin' alone"
"And what would you find
And what would you sing
And what would you mean"
"I'm not afraid of the suffering or the pain
I'm just afraid of dyin' without findin' you"
"And what would we find
And what would we say
And what would we mean-"
It was not a happy song, but Hannah was disappointed she didn't get to hear all of it. A portal opening and a young girl with black eyes and markings on her face stepped out. The Sirens, the scaled singers, broke off their song as one of their members ran forward and caught the girl in a tight hug.
Hannah couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged her like that. She had a lot of friends, but being so tightly embedded in the human world and so terrified of being found out by them she hadn't gotten to close to anyone. Now she wished she'd risked more, it would have been worth it.
She gasped suddenly in realization,
"Music!" She knew a couple goddesses, maybe she could ask them for help?
She remembered Yuki had been the nice one, but she wasn't sure if she was the Music one or not... Oh well. She stood abruptly, walking out of the room and onto the wooden courtyard that bobbed in the waves. The air was cold and the wind was slightly active, but Hannah ignored it.
"O Goddess, Yuki of the Immortals, my need is great and my cause is worthy. Please, help us." she pleaded aloud into the wind. Small prayers like that were enough to reach Occus, but maybe it wasn't enough for a music goddess?
"O Goddess, Yuki of the Immortals, my need is great and my cause is worthy. Please, help us... Help us." she repeated, but with the slightest addition of magic to her voice. The prayer would be carried by the sea breeze straight to the goddess' ears. She hoped. At least she knew prayers could travel across realms, even if the breeze couldn't.