When the world was young, magic ruled the world before science, and technology, ran wild. When magic ruled, and the gods didn't hide. Beasts and creatures roamed our world but none more well known than the Fey. Creatures of extraordinary magical abilities. Though an unending lust, desire for the flesh of man, and the nector they consumed. Had nearly caused a great disaster. It was felt if they were not satisfied that they would bring danger and mischief to all around them.
It leads to them pulling more dangerous stunts, luring the sons of Adam to their grasp. Till one day, a warlock of a legend A warlock so powerful that even the Fey could've mistaken him as one of their own. A Warlock who had seen things from our world and the world's outside. Where no man dreaded to look into, the warlock is known as Starswirl.
Starswirl had gone towards the Queen one night and negotiated, his Staff at hand as they spoke through the night until finally, an agreement came. Those of fairy blood or masters of the arts would leave this world, Stripping the world of all magic. And travel to a new land. Land of power, a world without the likes of man to bring what it wanted. Though under the condition, they would never come unless summoned, or that every Hundred years, they would take a single human and be bound to their world, for their enjoyment for what they may need.
It wasn't a fair deal, but it was all they could agree on. So Starswirl nodded, and soon by the last dawn, on the previous day. Those who had the blood of old, and held power over magic, would vanish from this earth without a trace. It would be that in time, the world would forget about magic. Without it, they would adapt and create. But also destroy, but in time, they believed that magic was nothing but stories passed on. It was then the world of science ruled the world.
It was said on nights when the wind blew right, and the moon was full if you were off in the forest alone— If you stood in just the right spot. You could almost hear the sounds of laughter. And the songs that the fairies would play. Though if that was the last thing you would ever hear. Who knows. But in truth. Few had ever returned to tell the tale.
It was a warm autumn night. Not a cloud in sight. The wind’s howled through the trees. Their wailing sounds calling out towards no one. They sang the songs of nothingness as they roamed passing from tree to tree. As they pushed them away. They were unbound and as free as any being. While they roamed on, the forest these winds traveled was vast and desolated. The unending passion, while the forest was quiet. It didn’t mean that the woods were empty. The forest that most would refer to it as Rogues Hollow.
Rouges Hollow wasn’t always a forest, it had been much more than that. It was once a town. A town found in the north of Ohio, A simple farming town that, had made a good life for itself. It was a town that anyone could’ve enjoyed. You could’ve considered it a place where you might’ve shared apple pie with your neighbor and spent all day talking about nothing.
Nothing indeed. The town Of Rogues Hollow, was a pleasant place, especially in the early years. Some considered it a town where you could be yourself. No judgment, Hardly a care in the world. A home where a sheriff didn’t even need a pistol to run the town. Such a sight was rare, even at that time. Though most could say that even in this time. It was still a trial.
Now whatever had happened to the town of Rogue’s Hollow no one truly knows. Some say a fire had come over it whiping the town into nothing, and the trees slowly took over.
Some claimed the Indians did it. Wanting to take back the land. Take their home back, from the white man. Though nothing came from it. Though those that spoke to the tribes claimed that the land, was wrong. The land was sour. A land where the Wendigo resided, and Skinwalkers took upon flesh, and carnal distress.
Now whatever had happened to the peaceful and quaint town of Rogues Hollow. No one may ever no. Unfortunately, It might never be solved. The town was no more than a Roanoke. Things like this happened all the time.
The forest spread for miles; Land abandoned. Those that came close underwent— Something. No one had truly known what it was but those who tried to touch the land would’ve found themselves met with a terrible fate.
Now that lead to something, rumors of how Rouges Hollow was haunted— Haunted by something. Some claimed to have seen the very Devil riding a headless horse cackling off in the distance. While hunting the land for souls. Some claimed to have seen a Wendigo. The powerful beast as tall as the tree’s and just as skinny, with Antlers that matched a dear.
No one could ever really give a straight answer. But the forest of Rogues Hollow. It didn’t matter, it was it’s own land. A land that no one touched.
That was until one night — This night. A sole figure began walking down the road, a backpack on, a light jacket, that felt like a warm blanket against the cold chill. The man was slightly tannish. A scar over his right eye, with a crooked nose that looked as though it was broken multiple times. He was very lean. Though Traveling down on the road without eating much.
The bags over his eyes pretty much said it all, he was tired. Tired of traveling— Tired of moving around roaming. Though he was a rambling man, a gypsy soul that was born for leaving. He coughed slightly as he wrapped the coat over his back.
“Come on Spike, Let’s get going, We’ll rest later.” Hunter mumbled under his breath as he continued on. Walking for what seemed like hours. Spike never bothered as he kept walking. He didn’t know where he was going, He didn’t really even care.
Spike was a simple man a bustling man halfway through his twenties, Lean with a tint of muscle, with light tannish skin. Though with black hair that was off in a mess with a slight hint of Green on the edges. A reminder of a couple of years back when he thought it would be fun to dye his hair green and turn it into a mowhawk. Boy did that get him laughed at in school.
For Spike, the Road was where he was meant to be, living his life without walls. Just living his life— Sure he had problems, Some nights. It caused more trouble then he needed But the fact was. He felt Free. It was better then the alternative. The though of what the Alternative made Spike shudder at the idea of the Alternative. He reached down adjusting his pants as he continued walking off. Enjoying the sounds of nature playing. The way the owls hooted, the crickets chirping and even the snapping of twigs, was like music to his ears.
He rubbed his side as he continued on. Enjoying the silence and traveling not a care in the world as he moved on.
The next town I reach im grabbing myself a burger and fry. I’m sure I’ve got some spare cash. If not I’ll take up a job at a factory for a couple weeks before heading off.
Spike thought as he moved on. Normally that was the best bet for some money go into town find the local factory, or some job that could pay him a bit without asking questions take a few checks with a lump sum before heading off vanishing without a trace. Even in these times, you could get away with it. Especially with temp work. He just had to pass the piss test.
Though he never worried about those things. Who had time for taking a shit, and moving around not for Spike? He kept himself clean. He didn’t even bother smoking. The most he did was walk around maybe drank a little too much if he wandered into a bar. Though it wasn’t much. Just keeping to himself.
Like I would even bother getting myself in trouble. I don’t need the shit or a night in jail. He sighed walking onwards. He barely paying attention. Though that was when he heard the singing.
Now the singing was light at first coming off from the distance. He couldn’t help but imagine that they were from a band of teenagers hanging out by a bonfire. Smoking something, maybe even fucking while having a jolly good time. He wasn’t sure what teenagers did. It seemed like every other year teens got into doing something new— something stupid and it was harder to understand them. Even while in his late twenties. He found himself more confused by the recent Trends. It must’ve been what lead him to just move on and not talk to many people. Fuck Cell phones were just weird when he saw them some got bigger, while others looked a lot smaller.
Though the singing seemed to get closer. He couldn’t hear music. It was almost as if their voices were coming in closer. Hell the song sounded familiar like something he heard from an old movie.
I’ll take ye, away in a garden of shadows,
Come sweet being, it’s time to play
Fear not, our kindness as we pull away
From suffering and horror,
We take away the pain. We come to bring joy
Love, and lust, wonders and mystery
In the Garden of Shadows,
The Emeralds plains
Dance your worries away
Care some other day
Let this music play,
Come to our songs, and feel desire roll over us
For murdering such sins and bringing sweet pleasure.
Join us in a garden of shadows.
The singing was calling for him wanting him to come in closer. Spike was tempted actually wanted to move towards the singing. But a small part of him, stopped. He felt as though his legs couldn’t move. Like that small part the deepest and oldest instincts told him not to tread closer. To walk away, and never look back was screaming for him not to get closer.
Though the singing got louder, the feminine temptation calling over him. It felt enchanting. Like the Sirens of old. Spike was wanting to go towards the singing run towards it to embrace the sweet song. As he thought his instincts. He didn’t care if there was a chance that it would lead to his ultimate demise. He wanted to know who or what could’ve made such beautiful noise. It was there he pushed on his right foot took one step forward. Then his left. Before he finally began walking.
Fear not, our kindness as we pull away. He moved on walking past the tree’s moving around as he wanted to get in closer. As the voices softened more as he pull in. He ignored everything else around him as he began to see fireflies moving around him. It was out of seasons but he paid no mind. In a way they were lighting his way as they glowed in the night.
We take away the pain, and we come to bring joy.
Spike was tired of feeling Pain feeling trapped in this world. He felt as though he never belonged. He felt like an outsider looking in as he walked on. Especially with his parents the fuckers. Always wanting him to stay put get a fine job. He didn’t want to be in one place forever he wanted to be free. He wanted to travel the world. But they did everything to hold him back.
He even remembered the night he left. His father had locked the door, told him he couldn’t go out. It was his eighteenth birthday. So Spike did the only thing he did. He jumped out of the window, and he ran.
For murdering such sin, and bringing sweet pleasure. That sounded good, just freedom Something he wanted more than anything. While he got closer. The hooting of the owls the chirping of the crickets. Those were their instrument. Nature overwhelming the song. As he felt his head getting fuzzy. The song remotely moving on as it whispered louder. Spike shuddered, as he wanted to rip his clothes off. Which he practically did. He reached over pulling his backpack off and started undoing his shirt. Pulling it over his head, eventually he would put the backpack back on him as he walked off kicking his shows off. He didn’t care if he ran into a snake he wanted to be closer to those sirens who called for his heart. He began hearing giggling.
It was encouraging him to come closer. His head foggy as he started unlatching his pants and stood there. Wearing only his boxers, and his backpack.
His boxers didn’t last long as he stood there pale under the moonlight with fireflies glowing and getting closer to the singing as he shuddered more. Though before long he started stepping over mushrooms. Though he didn’t care, he was getting closer the music echoing around and in his ears as he soon began dancing spinning his body around his hips moving as he went with the songs.
“Oh god, please where are you?” Spike asked, his heart Racing as he moaned his body feeling warm even as the cold air pushed against him. The humming following the singing. He raced in closer. Tempted to leave the backpack behind. But he felt his body fight this. A small part of him was reminded,
Always take what you need, you never know what you might need. This backpack could save your life kid. So he followed it even though in a way he wanted to drop it. He continued on Dancing as he groaned hard. Before without warning. The singing would stop.
As Spike stood there in the middle of nowhere basically naked. The passion seemed to leave him. It was as if he was getting ready to settle down. As the wind brushed passed him. Though He couldn’t help but muttered was he finally gained control over himself.
“What the fuck?”
Spike was beginning to question why he was even doing this. As everything seemed to turn dead silent. Not even the crickets were chirping. No birds made their songs. There was only silence. A silence that spelled nothing but trouble.
“I have to get out of here. Get to the next town something.”
Though the fireflies began surrounding around him slowly swirling around going faster, and faster. Spike tried running though when he touched the green light. It caused him to fly back. As he gave a hard grunt.
“Fuck!” Spike tried pushing on, though suddenly without warning He was thrown into the air by some strange and mysterious force. He was looking around close to screaming in fear as he wasn’t sure what was going on. As he felt weightless. The Greenlight seemed to be getting brighter, and brighter. Spike’s body actually started to feel as if he was being stretched too thin. Hell, he wasn’t sure what was going on.
A long scream as he suddenly found everything going dark.
“Are you awake?” A voice said soft and feminine, This would cause Spike to stirred. His head was hurting as though he was dealing with a horrible hangover.
He pulled himself up as he groaned his throat felt so dry,
“Water,” Spike muttered as he began to finally open his eyes.
Standing right by him was a fairly gorgeous woman, soft auburn eyes. Long Black locks of hair that sparkled like the stars in the distance. She smelled like summer's rain. Though something about her was off, even with her pale skin that matched the glow of a midsummer's moon shining bright in the night, she had something off. That was when he noticed the wings on her back,
“Welcome Spike, I am Luna-- I am the Queen of the Fey.” Spike felt the urge to pass out right then, and right there. His head eventually falling back collapsing on the pillow.
Author's Note
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He remained in darkness for what seemed like the longest time. Though when he eventually woke up. Spike grunted,
“Are you awake?”
“Um yeah… This isn’t a dream is it?” Spike muttered while it was clear this Luna was shaking her head a slight smile spreading across her face.
“No, it’s not a dream. Now come on lets get you some water, I’ll show you around the castle.” Spike rubbed his eyes, a bad habit. As he cleared his vision and looked onward around his endowment.
He was sitting in a large room that could’ve been described as huge. It was bigger then any ball room he might have even imagined in his very dreams. He quickly followed over her. Though still naked, He hadn’t realized that he wasn’t wearing clothes.
“Um Luna, Where am I?” Spike asked, rather confused as he looked about. The hallway was stunning filled with light, as the corridors were filled with golden archways.
“You are in Avalon, The home of the Fey or fairies. Though our home has gone by many other names. Wonderland, Neverland, Oz. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it here. It’s quiet a nice place when you really get use to it.”
“Wait did you just say Wonderland, and Neverland. Like Alice in wonderland and frickin Peter pan?!” Spike muttered not even registering Oz or even Avalon.
“Yes one of the few names we had taken. You’re not the first human to exist here, we’ve had some who wondered here by accident or visited but never too long. You’re probably one of the few people who’ll ever truly stay in Avalon. We’re honestly hoping that you’ll enjoy your new home.” Luna said with such calmness. It took Spike a moment to realize what she was talking about.
“What do you mean by staying here?
“Well quiet simply we need your help, stay here, and you’ll be compensated. It has been so long since we’ve had a man in our realm, and I am willing to do anything for you to stay.” Luna leaned in gently kissing his neck, her hot breath against him as she moaned more. The winged woman's hand caressing him.
“What would I have to do, and would I be able to go home?” Spike asked fighting off an urge to moan, feeling her caress his body. Her fingers moving over as it was clear she wanted something and was trying to distract him.
“Hmm, In time, though I’m sure, we could convince you to stay with us. Imagine what we might be able to do for you, and as long as you’re here, you’ll never grow old.” Her tongue was running down his neck as her fingers began moving down, gently messing with his belt. Spike reacted as followed.
“Woah there, aren’t you getting ahead of yourself? We only just met.” Though the fairy woman just giggled.
“Hmm, true, but the fact is, I want to get a good look at you, make sure that you’re perfect for what we need, and I have to explore every inch of this manly body of yours,” Luna said a husky voice as she began to undo his pants button. Before long, Spike felt a cold breeze run right past him.
Damn, I should’ve had underwear. He thought as he looked down. His cock was at half-mast, though he was sure that the beautiful woman wouldn’t have trouble getting him at full mast. As she reached over, cupping his big fat balls. Almost the size of a tennis ball. Luna squeezed his testicles in a way that hurt, yet at the same time felt so good as she looked at him. Those lustful otherworldly eyes watching him almost invading his soul as she leaned in kissing him on his lips. The feeling of electricity running through his vain. It was as if she was luring him in deeper.
This Fairy queen giggled gently whispering,
“Hmm such a thick looking cock, It’s been nearly a thousand years if I remember correctly since I’ve had something as nice looking as this in my presence. I should enjoy it.” She started giving a light lick her tongue rolling up the base causing Spike to groan hard.
“Shit.” Was all he responded when without warning a door opened, and a voice called out,
“Luna, What’s taking so long!” A feminine voice called out, This only caused Spike to jump back a hard grunt as he ripped his balls from her mouth as a hard groan.
“Fuck!” Spike muttered while reaching down grabbing his pants as he looked back over, The woman standing there gave a long sigh and muttered,
“Queen Luna, can’t you be patient, before trying to take our newest arrival.”
“Oh but Morgan, it’s just a little fun, and no one would notice.”
“I would, now please relax. Beside, our guest here is probably confused and needs more answers. Now come along.”
Morgan looked over for a second, a smirk as she watched the young man struggling to get his pants up, clearly freaked out.
“Welcome To Avalon, Good sir, and I’m Morgan Le Fey.”
In the farthest parts where the darkness ruled. A castle resided, on the tallest mountain that stood before the very land or this would and magic, it was by far older than time, twisted and reformed from the same darkness itself. It’s indescribably horror, for those who looked upon it with mortal eyes would only find their deepest fear. Then there were the creatures that resided there, beings who were once considered the Fey people twisted and turned into horrible, hideous beasts. That craved only power and destruction. The slimy creatures with madness in them. With no sense of consciousness.
They roamed the mountains, ready to strike and consume any being that dared walk upon their land. They owned the hill that they loved as though it was a god whose master was a true god in their eyes. One who traverses the very mountain of ice, fire, and power conqoured it and made it subservient. Who looked on the very top of this beautiful mountain of madness and blood.
Within that castle was the chamber illuminated by candlelight. Sat, there was a figure alone in the dark. He was seated upon a throne of skulls made from those who had fallen to the beastly ruler’s blade.
That being whose form was twisted and misformed, who in its day could’ve been considered a beautiful, powerful world, maybe even a wizard. Though that was once now the creature, this being was nothing more than a twisted horror, with only the want of destruction and control over the land, Who went by the name Blue Blood.
It sat there in pure silence as it watched off into the distance, simply thinking— planning something. That was when something slowly limped into the room going towards the throne. It was an impish-looking creature with a blood-stained cap. A red Cap as most would refer to it. It moved forward, dragging its long clawed hand, nails crooked like a hillbilly’s smile.
“My lord, great BlueBlood— There is news! The Fey, they’ve brought a human here! Do you think it’ll be time to attack, maybe take control over Avalon!?” It’s crude voice bouncing with excitment as the red cap informed it’s dark master, bouncing more while Blue Blood took a deep breath with a groan looking towards the red cap with big yellow eyes. Almost like a serpent ready for a meal.
“In time, though we might be close. String those pixies around, draw out their champion, and we can eliminate the chance for those creatures to bring on a new generation.” The Red cap nodded not sure what to say to it’s master but clearly excited for what was about to happen. Knowing it’s time for glory would soon arrise. The chance for truly fresh blood.
“Leave creature, I have much planning to prepare for.” This anchient being swayed its arm pointing towards the door, and the red cap complied walking away dragging its long hands with those jagged nails as it knew that the battle would soon begin, and war would arrive and with that a chance to have more blood for its cap, such as the life for a red cap.
There Blue Blood would sit thinking of his plan. He sat there for some time as the thought came to him, an idea that would do him well. He figured it was time to release the Knight.
“Yes, maybe we should release the great Knight from his slumber and have him make the first move. He’ll be the beginning.” It was there the old king rise from his throne and made his way off. He was going to where he sought—moving down from his chamber to the shadows to his study. The room filled with tomes of old, and knowledge of the old ways lost forever, all thanks to the cursed Merlin and that damn king of his. The one who betrayed him who brought this curse upon him.
No matter, for once I have taken Avalon, I will find a way to escape this cursed world and return to mine, and when I have done that, I will destroy this cursed world. Let it rot and die out! He thought with sinister glee. He walked towards one of the tomes as he examined them, finding the right book. Before long, he pulled one out. One made of human skin, whose papers were worn from age, inked with blood of a pure maiden. As he examined over till he reached the end revealing a small vial.
“Yes… It’ll be you… My Knight.” He raised his hand circling the top of the vial, chanting words lost to time, those known by that of the old gods, whose speeches were ancient even to the folks of the Fey.
Their purple smoke began pulling from the vial, spreading of and, in contrast, moving on as it would start to form, creating a man slowly.
The man that stood there was a tall figure, handsome and strong as though he was glowing from heaven's light. The figure is wearing shining armor. He was well-chiseled, a sword by his side. A shield was hanging from his arm. As though he was ready for combat. Nothing beyond that.
“AHh, Shining armor. It so— good to see you once more.” Blue Blood said with a simple chuckle
Author's Note
Well here's the second chapter for a story involving fairies I have plenty of things in mind though just got to see how far I can get this. while dealing with Married to a goddess, and this and that follow me on patreon or discord and check out some of the books I sell on Amazon please have a great day.
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