Faery Hallow

[Maeve]

Maeve was doing her usual traveling throughout the land, searching for a savior, or saviors, mission. She was without success, yet remained undiscouraged. She was riding through the forest, picking up different senses from different beings. None captured her attention, until she picked up the pain of one particular individual. She recognized it as well and that was what caused so much alarm. Ordinarily, she was concerned enough over the well being of a stranger, which meant she was only even more worried for those she knew, and cared about.

It did not take long to find the source; the pain she felt was overwhelming and once she saw him, she understood why. He lay there, lifeless on the ground with an arrow protruding from his chest and a very deep stab wound. Maeve slid off her horse and quickly rushed to him, gracefully kneeling beside him to get a better look at the severity of his injury. And now, she had to get a better feel of it.

She gently placed the palm of her hand on his forehead, closing her eyes as she entered a deep concentration. He still had life in him, but very little. This wounds were too serious to be healed just by her. She needed to take him to a place where they could be properly tended to: Mabon. This was not something she normally did. There were very few she escorted back to her home land. It was a place that remained hidden and well protected. But this man had saved the life of someone she loved; another faery, a being of her kind. She would forever be indebted to him and for this reason, could not just leave him here to die.

She felt a few tears form in her eyes, only a couple making their way down her cheek. While she was in this trance, she took the opportunity to reassure him that he would be alright. Since he was unconscious he would undoubtedly be dreaming and so, using this close connection she entered his dream state. All she showed him was an image of her, almost floating in the air with a misty background. She spoke in a soft, reassuring tone in this dream of his. Uum n' gorga amin revanthas. Usstan uil plynn dos ulu natha sreen'aur k'lar. She started saying it in her language, and then spoke in one that he would understanding, following the foreign one.

Do not fear my friend. I will take you to a safe place. And with that, broke the arrow and wrapped a piece of cloth around the bleeding wound. She then, with the help of Mirshann, carefully placed Alistair on the horse. She leaned forward into the horse's ears, and in a whisper spoke. Z'har queelas faer amin mellon. With those words, the horse sped into the distance, riding very quickly for it understood the haste in which they were required to travel.

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~ Tag Alistair ~

[Alistair]

::Alistair::

The fight had been brutal. Alistair had been trying to make his way back to Gwent for months. Every time he completed one task another was laid in his path and he was unable to go back. Camelot had been attacked by a witch, then the ward of the king was taken, and to add to the kingdom's troubles a dragon the attacked the castle. Alistair would have been content to sit back and watch the city the king loved so much burn had then king not become predictable and sent all his knights to find his ward.

Like in his dream, every farm and home was turned upside down while the knights looked for her. Any druid found was dealt with according to the laws of the land. Which meant the family's that had not left needed to get escorted out, or moved deeper into safe ground. Camps and villages needed to give up their farms and learn to live off the land in hiding. Alistair, and a few other supporters, seemed to get the job of helping them and fighting to slow down any knights on their trails.

That was what this battle had been. He'd known for a while that he might die in this, but he'd hoped to be able to change it. He did not fight with swords, but daggers, allowing him to move in quicker and with less force to bring down the attacker. He could also get around armor easier.

He had just fallen an knight, and turned to take on the next one. Before he could turn all the way however, an arrow had stuck him. It was not how one would think everything would happen. Nothing went quickly numb, and nor did he fall down instantly dead. Pain shot thought him, and he heard the sickening crack sounds as the arrow hit with enough force to break though one of his ribs. He fell to his knees, and began to see black spots in his eyes before he fell over to the ground.

He was not the best fighter in the world, but he was quick and he was smart. Neither would save him now. He knew in this moment, he was dead. He would never be able to get back to Gwent, never be able to break his promise to her father and seek her out. As he lay there on the ground, hearing the sounds of battle fade he could almost see her face above him, then everything went dark. Not the haunting darkness of death, there would be no peace for the seer. Visions took over, and he was locked in a another vision so horrific that it made what could be his last moment worse then any hell about to come. He did not even feel someone moving or lifting him. He was locked in his sleep unable to awaken.

[Maeve]

Maeve wasted no time. The journey to Mabon was quick and swift, and in his unconscious state, he would not know how to get there until he was lead out. Once they entered Maeve felt such a wonderful sense of comfort. Of course she could not allow herself to swell in this happiness for too long for a dear friend of theirs was horribly injured and she would not risk a second that could be his last. She was feeling him weaken, feeling his pain, and wanted to bring all his suffering to an end.

A few faeries gathered around her, helping her and the man down. They were not alarmed to see her have brought someone into their world. They trusted her, and knew she would not do anything to further jeopardize their existence. One of them in particular recognized Alistair: the one he had saved. They carried him over to a bed in the Queen's palace. Maeve followed with every step, even seating herself next to him as the highest healer came in to take a look at the victim.

Ro naa harwa sai myar, Sidda. She felt more tears in her eyes as everyone else left the room so that the healer could do is work. She watched him intently, gently taking his hand for further reassurance. You will not die, she whispered in a very sincere voice. It was not denial, for she could tell that the healer was optimistic in his ability to save this man. He put his hand on the druid's forehead, and began to recite a few foreign poetic words. He would be fine; Maevewas certain of this.

[Alistair]

::Alistair::

At some point, be began to feel a few things again and hear words that he did not know the meaning of. He felt a hand on his, but as locked in his dreams as he was he could not tell much other then it was smaller then his. There was only one who he wanted at this point, and he had some mindless hope that it was her; and he felt was anger at her as well. Why was she on this battle field?! "Princess, leave this place!" he muttered, very softly for he lacked the strength for more.

He gripped the hand in his, in a death grip, countering his words. As much as he wanted her safe, and any child she might be caring of his safe with her; no man wanted to die alone. He could feel things, moving and turning in his chest and he gripped the hand harder even while he knew she should not. "Princess" He muttered, before more darkness came for him.

[Maeve]

She heard him mutter a few words and began to gently stroke his forehead. Na aul adon amin toror. Be in peace my brother. She did not like to see him so restless though she imagined with a gift such as his, most nights would render him so. Yet in her world, in her realm, she wished peace upon everyone, she wished them ease of mind. And she was fully aware that the pain he was experiencing was making him even more restless.

She looked at Haldir with hopeful eyes, sensing his reaction and his comfort with the ways things were going to end. Alistair would most definitely survive. Just as you did not fail us, we will not abandon you dear Alistair. She hoped somewhere, deep in his mind, he could hear her words and seek reassurance in them. She removed her hand so that Haldir could continue his work.

He put the bottle of a healing liquid to his lips and tilted it into his mouth before beginning to speak.

aa i' luth en' i' faerie phreng fallan ilya i' jivvviim tanya mhaor llie

He uttered a few more words before turning to Maeve. He needs time to rest and heal. He informed her, purposely saying it in English so that if any part of Alistair was conscious, he would understand the circumstance.

Diol llie She thanked, extremely grateful for his aid for in her world, she did not even have to command someone to do something that was right; they knew within themselves what was required. She continued to sit next to Alistair, taking a warm cloth and beginning to wipe the perspiration from his forehead.

[Alistair]

::Alistair::

He opened his eyes and noticed that it was brighter then the thought hell would be. It took a few moments for him to realize he was not dead. Part of him thought he recalled the Princess being there but the air held no scent of her. Her perfume was something a man never forgot. He was looking around for a moment before someone forced feed him something cool and wet. He chocked it down and it cause his chest to move.

Pain shoot thought him and he blacked out for a few more hours. When he awoke up, later he felt weak but knew he was alive. But where was he? Looking around to see what little he could, he noticed the place was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The architecture alone was something you had to stare at for hours. Where was he?! He looked on the other side him of, seeking out some sign of where--- "Maeve?" He asked upon seeing her, though the one word was enough to wind him.

[Maeve]

Maeve was so relieved to hear his voice, no matter how weak or confused it was. She knelt down at the side of the bed, smiling at the man who had once saved the very faery who now had saved him. Alistair, she said in a soft voice. Dear Alistair, she said once again. He was coherent enough to have recognized her, even though they had not see one another in many years. And to hear that he even still remembered her was a great relief. It would hopefully cause less alarm in him and therefore, be easy to convince him to stay in Mabon until he was fully healthy again.

You are safe here, She assured him, in case he was wary of his location. He was a nomad after all, and therefore could not be used to being forced into a location that he had no knowledge of. How are you feeling? He asked, knowing that he would be alright, but it was a process and not something that would magically disappear in a matter of minutes. They may have magical abilities, but even they had limitations and conditions.

[Alistair]

::Alistair::

He was safe here? Where the hell was here? "Here?" He questioned, finding that was an important question. He had seen many places over his travels but none like this. Everything looked too different. Cleaner, and . . . he lacked the words to explain this place, even in his head. He had only see a bit of it, from the large window on the other side but the part he had seen was enough to tell him, he wasn't in Camelot anymore.

He felt very winded, and felt like he had to work for each breath he took. His chest hurt like a bitch and he was rather surprised to be alive. He thought of the Princess, and knew that while he was dieing he had seen her. Wanted to see her again. That stupid vow he made her father was going to be broken as soon as he got his hands on her. This was stupid, he loved her and he was going to go find her. . . . When he caught his breath.

[Maeve]

Maeve could feel him getting restless all over again. You must rest, she said, repeating the words of Haldir as she was trying to stress how imperative it was for him to do so. He would not get far in his current position, and it was probably a good thing he was unfamiliar with this place and therefore, unable to make a run for it. She would not have to fear for his safety...even though she did not want to keep him against his will either. She would just have to convince him to stay.

You are in Mabon. It is the world of my people, the faery realm. She was very proud of this world created for her kind, and valued every moment she was in it, never taking it for granted for she did not know how much longer they had. Of course, this sort of negativity was often lost in her mind until she really sat down and thought about it. Her home was far too beautiful to have such cynical thoughts in. No harm can come to you here, which is why you must rest as much as you can for you are still recovering from your mortal wound that nearly took your life.

[Alistair]

::Alistair::

Alistair had so many questions and so little breath to ask them with. Feary realm? He turned his head to look out the window again for a moment before closing his eyes. His head hurt, and his chest hurt, and he wasn't sure that they were connected. He drifted off to sleep for some time. When he awakened again his head was clearer, butt he pain was sharper.

Even so, it was easier to handle. While before his head had felt like everything was happening underwater, very slow, not everything was sharper thanks to the pain. He closed his eyes but he was awake. He just worked on breathing evenly. Thought about Her. With that thought his eyes flew open, and he was more aware of the 'feary realm'. He wanted to stand up, and move his legs but nothing would work. He could move them, but the pain would stop him before he got an inch. For now it seemed, he was stuck here. Not that the view was not breath taking (no pun meant) but he was not used to being in a bed, much less not being able to get out of one.

[Maeve]

Maeve continued to be worried, though she knew she could not sit here. He needed peace and quiet so that he could rest... not someone staring at him non stop. With one last glance and turned to leave the room, telling Haldir to keep an eye on him just in case, for some bizarre reason, he began to take a turn for the worse. She then went to prepare a meal for their patient and guest. Unlike in their world, she took initiative to do things for herself as oppose to order around others to do it for her.

Much later in the day, she returned with a tray of fresh fruit, bread, a whole roast chicken and a pitcher of wine and water. These were all delicacies in the other realm, but in their world, it was food for everyone. And Alistair was more the guest of honor than considered a casual citizen of Mabon. Just as she was out of place in his world, he would be out of place in hers, but she would make him feel as welcome as she could for she wanted him to feel comfortable and not awkward or uneasy.

She placed the things at the side table, looking at Alistair and trying to determine if he was awake or not. She placed her hand on his forehead. He was still a bit warm, but he was progressively getting better. Of course it would not be a matter of a day before he was completely healed but each moment meant one of recovery.

[Alistair]

::Alistair::

Alistair felt a head on his head and he opened his eyes. Maeve. He looked up at her for a long moment, wondering how everything came to be. He had seen her over ten years ago, and she still looked like she had then. He knew she had said she would not age, but knowing it and seeing it were two very different things. He only recalled spots of details about everything since he got shot but he seemed to recall her telling him he was in her world.

He just looked up at her, silently watching her trying to figure out why she had gone so far to help him. Why save him? Why risk everything to bring him here? What goal would this serve her? He knew some people in this world (or the other world) did things just to be nice but as he thought only moments ago; knowing and seeing were two very different things. He slowly lifted his hand to rest it on his chest, as if trying to see if it was all there, or at lest rub the spot where it ached.

[Maeve]

He was awake...but silent. That did not exactly surprise her since not only had he just gone through an excrutiating ordeal which almost cost him his life, but upon previously meeting him she remembered he was a man of few words. It was strange; though it happened over ten years ago, she remembered every detail of that day. She remembered everything he had done for her, Haldir and her people. If he not not saved Haldir, then every person he healed from then to now would have been dead. He had changed the perspective of many, and she wondered if he knew just how much of an impact he had made.

She watched him move a bit, hoping he was comfortable...well, as comfortable as one could be after having so many arrows shot at them. It will be sore for a while, She told him regrettably, wishing she could offer him a painless recovery. But they will without a doubt heal. She paused for a moment, softly smiling at him. There is some food for you. I imagine you may be hungry and will need to eat a lot to help regain your strength and energy. She did not want to overwhelm him by talking endlessly, so she left it at that for now, and allowed him to absorb his surroundings before continuing on.