Willy awoke in a glass coffin surrounded by the mummified bodies of pixies and sprites. Shriveled, dried corpses of dwarves and elves guarded a filigree archway where a standard mortal door stood. Fin was nowhere to be found.
He was dressed in his armour, head to toe thick black leather, his silver helm upon his head and his sword clutched to his chest. That was what he used to break the glass that encased him.
"Home," he said, only to find his magic of no use. He was not transported home. All that happened was his breath disturbed the air and pixie dust swirled as he disturbed it. The prince walked around and noted the dead, fae who had clearly been pierced with iron and who had dried up in time. A great battle, clearly. And he in a coffin- the lone survivor. Perhaps in was the Queen of Air and Darkness who had cast a spell on him, or maybe some poison dart. He didn't remember.
Or maybe Fin was dead and that had rendered him...No. No, he'd not think like that.
He made for the door and it opened into a hall. There were many doors, none labeled, in labyrinthine halls that went on and on. He opened some to find empty hotel rooms.
And then he opened one and found a familiar form on the floor, cold and alone.
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Date: 2015-10-31 09:02 pm (UTC)He was dressed in his armour, head to toe thick black leather, his silver helm upon his head and his sword clutched to his chest. That was what he used to break the glass that encased him.
"Home," he said, only to find his magic of no use. He was not transported home. All that happened was his breath disturbed the air and pixie dust swirled as he disturbed it. The prince walked around and noted the dead, fae who had clearly been pierced with iron and who had dried up in time. A great battle, clearly. And he in a coffin- the lone survivor. Perhaps in was the Queen of Air and Darkness who had cast a spell on him, or maybe some poison dart. He didn't remember.
Or maybe Fin was dead and that had rendered him...No. No, he'd not think like that.
He made for the door and it opened into a hall. There were many doors, none labeled, in labyrinthine halls that went on and on. He opened some to find empty hotel rooms.
And then he opened one and found a familiar form on the floor, cold and alone.
"Fin?" he said hopefully.