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yourkeepers) wrote2013-07-19 02:13 am
yourkeepers) wrote2013-07-19 02:13 am
The Durance
THE CAPTURE
You weren’t always like this. As the fog leaves your mind and true wakefulness grips you, you’ll remember, fleetingly, being something more.
You were free, once. You had a life, you had a home, and you had a name. Whoever you were, you were chosen by one of the True Fae of Arcadia, a race of god-like supernatural beings that preside over the entire multiverse, unmatched in beauty and cruelty. Born of magics more powerful than anything found in the lesser planes, they have the ability to claim what they desire from any world within their reach. Your world.
No one else saw them come. Maybe you did, but you can’t remember. They entered your life without a sound and took you just as discreetly. They stole you away from everything you knew, and you couldn’t even scream. You were forgotten.
Because when they took you, your Keeper left something behind in your place - they call it a Fetch, but what it really is is a perfect copy of you. In body and in mind, it is indistinguishable in every way, flawless enough to fool everyone you ever loved, but really a soulless creature spun of intricate fae magic. As you were pulled deep into the Hedge they were left to take your place, to live out the rest of your days for you so that you would not be missed.
Swallowed by Arcadia and made the slave of your new fae master, you were changed to suit their needs. Sometimes the transformation is fast and painless, other times it is a slow and agonizing trial full of punishments and resistance. But in the end, all changelings end up the same - the brainwashed tools of their Keeper, changed in body and mind you became little more than the plaything of a god. You forgot what you were before, and you slept.
The only difference between you and others is that, one day, you woke up again.
THE AWAKENING
One day you remembered, and that memory was the first key to your freedom. It happens suddenly - pushing aside the familiar songs of your unwilling role, you remembered something of who you were before. It makes your mind question, it draws you out. And as your mind begins to reclaim itself, so does you body.
It’s not the same. Still twisted by what you’ve become, you’ve just barely escaped the bondage of your servitude. But you’re still trapped. You’ve found yourself in a maze of corridors, the halls of your Keeper’s home. Even awakened, you’re forbidden to leave, contained in the inner rooms of the house.
The person you once were screams for escape, and maybe some day you will.
You weren’t always like this. As the fog leaves your mind and true wakefulness grips you, you’ll remember, fleetingly, being something more.
You were free, once. You had a life, you had a home, and you had a name. Whoever you were, you were chosen by one of the True Fae of Arcadia, a race of god-like supernatural beings that preside over the entire multiverse, unmatched in beauty and cruelty. Born of magics more powerful than anything found in the lesser planes, they have the ability to claim what they desire from any world within their reach. Your world.
No one else saw them come. Maybe you did, but you can’t remember. They entered your life without a sound and took you just as discreetly. They stole you away from everything you knew, and you couldn’t even scream. You were forgotten.
Because when they took you, your Keeper left something behind in your place - they call it a Fetch, but what it really is is a perfect copy of you. In body and in mind, it is indistinguishable in every way, flawless enough to fool everyone you ever loved, but really a soulless creature spun of intricate fae magic. As you were pulled deep into the Hedge they were left to take your place, to live out the rest of your days for you so that you would not be missed.
Swallowed by Arcadia and made the slave of your new fae master, you were changed to suit their needs. Sometimes the transformation is fast and painless, other times it is a slow and agonizing trial full of punishments and resistance. But in the end, all changelings end up the same - the brainwashed tools of their Keeper, changed in body and mind you became little more than the plaything of a god. You forgot what you were before, and you slept.
The only difference between you and others is that, one day, you woke up again.
THE AWAKENING
One day you remembered, and that memory was the first key to your freedom. It happens suddenly - pushing aside the familiar songs of your unwilling role, you remembered something of who you were before. It makes your mind question, it draws you out. And as your mind begins to reclaim itself, so does you body.
It’s not the same. Still twisted by what you’ve become, you’ve just barely escaped the bondage of your servitude. But you’re still trapped. You’ve found yourself in a maze of corridors, the halls of your Keeper’s home. Even awakened, you’re forbidden to leave, contained in the inner rooms of the house.
The person you once were screams for escape, and maybe some day you will.