A Debt Still Owed {RiseOftheDragons&Alice }

[Apocalypse Alice]

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[RiseOfTheDragons]

Once in a sunny town, on a sunny day a newly wed couple were trying again and again for child. All they wished for was a family, and all they got was a barren home. The mother cried for a child of her own, and begged the gods for one fertile seed. But the gods weren't the ones who listened, instead the goblins in the walls and the woodwork heard their cries, giggling and whispering over their agony. Word got to the Goblin King himself and an idea began to form.


So one night the King spoke to the couple, making a deal with the two. He would bring fertility to their family, giving love and laughter through the home. This filled the couple with joy, all until the deal was made and the King mentioned their twist... The first child will be given to the king on it's eighteenth birthday, and used for his bidding. Still, the couple agreed to the terms and within the year the couple had a happy, healthy baby girl and with many more children to come.


17 years and 364 days later a goblin stands at the family's door, leaving a note for the family that reads "Tomorrow is the day where I take my debt. I will not deal with running or fighting, let this be quick and easy"

 

[Apocalypse Alice]

Amarwynn's birthday hadn't quite gone as she'd planned. Today was supposed to be the day her wings grew in. Today was supposed to be the day she got the biggest cake she'd ever seen, and got the chance to fly to the very tip top of the mother tree, to earn her magic. Most of all, today's events were all supposed to happen with lots of laughter, lots of joy, and lots of smiling. Instead, absolutely every part of the faerie coming-of-age rituals had been done in somber silence. It was as if everyone who lived in Berryhome knew that something was terribly wrong. In fact, she'd woken up this morning to the sound of her mother crying.


While her new wings were certainly lovely, she couldn't help but to feel that there was something absolutely terrible going on. After she'd returned home from the somber festivities, she sat there in the den of her home, wings folded down behind her with a frown on her lips. Her parents slowly began to explain the tale of how they had so desperately tried to have a child, and how a deal had been made- a horrible deal that meant that she was now to be sent away from home, never to enjoy her young years. Or at least, that's how she felt.


In any case, it wasn't very long before she found herself standing outside of the castle gates, staring up at the place where the Goblin King lived. A little shudder went down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she was dreaming. The gates opened on their own, and she slowly walked in. She'd not put up much of a struggle being brought here. Somehow, she still felt that this must just be a prank, pulled by some friends. Certainly this was some sort of diversion, the beginning of a party, or perhaps a ball in her honor. Or maybe, it was the beginning of a secret faerie ritual she didn't know about! She wasn't too sure just yet. All she knew was she was here, she was scared, and she was certainly curious- she'd never even seen the Goblin King before.

 

[RiseOfTheDragons]

At the steps of the palace stood a gangly goblin, his face was lumpy and odd, nose being to big for his face. He only stood at three and a half feet and waved eagerly at the girl. He smiled, his voice raspy, "Hello ma'arm! The Goblin King awaits your presence! My name is Terram! I will be your guide and your adviser!" Terram turned on his heel and walked in through the palace doors, "given that you seem to still be in decent looking clothes, we won't have to dress you to approach him. I advise you don't speak unless spoken to, our king may be just but he is also quite harsh."


Terram walked through the castle halls, formed with Victorian architecture that looked like it had been smashed with a bat. The floors were ripped and scuffed, and hadn't been touched by a maid or cleaned.... ever. There were snickers and giggles that could be heard from the doors, whispers over Amarwynn. She was being watched, she had always been watched


Terram stood at the doors, turning to Amarwynn and beaming, "are you excited?" He smiled and turned, opening the doors, introducing a young man who sat upon a stone throne. He looked no more than twenty-four, lounging lazily on the throne as if it was a couch. The King did not look like a King, his platinum blond hair fell along his shoulders, his blue eye's staring out at the windows looking along the city. He wore what looked like farmer boy rags, a simple open shirt, vest and pants. The Goblin King glanced over at the two, sitting up and frowning even more, "so this is her? Amarwynn... the parents could have given me an easier name to pronounce don't you think?"

 

[Apocalypse Alice]

The sight of the goblin, short as he was, brought on a tall glass of of relief. His demeanor was a kind one, and she decided to herself that at least, if this all wasn't some kind of cruel prank, there would at least be one face here that seemed to be a kind one. "It's a a pleasure to meet you, Terram," she half-lied. While she was, in fact, pleased to meet him, she was displeased to have met him under these kinds of circumstances- whatever these circumstances really were. "I'm glad to be so... erm. Presentable." This time, she sounded much less convinced.


By now, she'd started to hear the giggles and laughs, and she could feel her temper starting to rise just a little. "I'm not sure if excited is a good word for it," she replied to his question as the doors swung open.


There he was, the Goblin King himself. She blinked. She'd entirely been expecting a grizzled, gross old man, or some disfigured terrifying creature. "I... think it's easy enough to pronounce... like Hammer win, but... without an-" She trailed off, thinking perhaps now was not the time to sass back. Instead, she offered a solution. "...My parents call me Wynn." Her hands nervously fiddled with each other, and she couldn't help but to start trying to take a couple of steps backwards. Maybe it wasn't too late to make a run for it, she thought. This all had to be a prank. He didn't even look like he was old enough to be a king!

 

[RiseOfTheDragons]

The King frowned, "Wynn..." he stood and walked towards the fae, grabbing her chin and examined her like a breeder would a prized animal. His thumb traced her lower lip, eyes boring into hers and then finally smirking. Throwing her back he clapped his hands and laughed, "well birthday girl, seems that we can't sit around doing nothing. You earned you're wings! You're turning into a beautiful woman" he winked and chuckled, "I'm hosting a ball today in your honor, there will be cake and presents and a surprise just for you. Terram will take you to you quarters and get you all dressed up~"


That was Terram's cue, taking Amarwynn's hand and dragging her behind him, chuckling, "isn't the king glorious? A mysterious fellow you know, he's ruled for so long that his own people, myself included don't even know his name..." Terram laughed and led her into a surprisingly posh bedroom, a large bed with soft sheets and comfy pillows. The goblin let go of the girl and ran to the closet, pulling out a beautiful white dress that fell like waves along the floor. He held it up and beamed, "this is for you ma'arm!"