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The fierce wind whipped and lashed at the lone figure riding a black steed down the dangerous mountain path. The horse was pawing in frustration as the cold cutting wind rushed at them even harder, it did not seem to like the direction its rider was taking them. A Cold hand was then there stroking the fine velvet coat on the beasts neck and the horse calmed down. It continued onward with less protest than before. 

On each side of the half-hidden trail snow piled high on the rocky cliffs, the early morning light making the white snow glow red. The day’s sun was just peaking above the horizon making the valley before cast shadows on the side of the great mountain this rider was currently descending. Nickering the black stallion jerked its head and the rider looked around. There was no one.

The Rider himself was an average man in his mid-twenties, dark skinned with a shaggy bowl cut and white hair. His clothing was a simple thick tunic, chain-mail and at his side was a worn out sword.  In fact, his entire outfit was worn out and suggested a life of travel. Again, the horse stopped at a narrow curve downward in the path. Frowning the yellow-eyed man then gave the steed a harsh kick; the black horse cried and jumped forward; it did not disobey again.

Newt, the rider, had traveled many days without seeing a village and his stomach was starting to pain him. The last rag-tag village he had been at was a squalor and even though he had slain a large man-eating wolf for them, his prize was only a loaf of bread…not the bounty they had promised. They may have had a bounty waiting for him but he also, besides killing the wolf, had punched the lord’s son in the face and bedded the town’s prettiest girl. Therefore, it was not as if he was a celebrated hero in their eyes.

Scoffing at the memory Newt looked down the mountainside and admired the rolling hills of the landscape, eyes wondering over to a far off lake in the distance. This place was beautiful. He was half way down the mountain when a long and wide ledge stopped him. Newt could not resist. Dismounting his steed, he patted Morqua, the horse, and ordered him to be still. The stallion did as he was told and stood. Walking away and over to the very edge of the ledge Newt stood. Fresh mountain air filled his lungs as he closed his eyes, letting the nature absorb him. Opening his eyes slowly he smiled faintly; the smile seemed out of place for him.

Turning back around and grabbing the rains of Morqua he decided to walk and lead the great horse for a while. In the distances as the sun rose in the sky he could hear the bleating of sheep very faintly and very far off, but new hope arose in him. Where there was sheep, there was a farmer. Newt continued his way down the mountain.













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[Image: tumblr_pkekuykhr21u2xt9qo2_100.png]I WON’T LET IT GO
I’LL STICK TO THE PLAN
WE’RE DEEP IN THE THROWS
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Neoptolemus knew what a knight was, which was why he was content to remain vaguely hidden among the snow, still as a leopard on the prowl. It was not until Newt dismounted and began leading Morqua that Neoptolemus stepped onto the path. The dappling shade of the snowbound trees provided cover for the man from the climbing sun. It wouldn’t do to have his allergy act up in front of this stranger -


This knight.


❝What quest brings you upon these lands?❞ the pale man asked, tone not nearly as hostile as he felt.


Neoptolemus loathed knights. There were few things that could make a fairy truly worried, but knights were one of them. Often too headstrong to get caught up in mind games and too physically powerful for his people, who were too refined, of course, to become brutishly bulky, to take on in direct combat. Furthermore, Neoptolemus still lacked his monk’s spade. He had no weapon except the obsidian blade he was now using for more practical purposes. Sure, he had his winter clothing and his cloak might provide a good five seconds of underhanded maneuvering but…


The knight had the upper hand, Neoptolemus knew it, and he hated it. He hated that this fellow was in the territory at all. Knights inspired people and got humans to thinking that maybe they needn’t be stuck in the station they were destined to be in.


But, that was all the buzzing of his mind. In reality, he did no more than look over Newt and his horse, not at all hostile in posture, but certainly analytical. His tail swished behind him.


This was the closest Neoptolemus had ever gotten to feeling fear.


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Morqua nickered and reared, the steeds sharp hooves clattering to the ground in sharp secession. Newts grip on the rains let go and instantly his tanned hand went to the hilt of his sword, a splitting sound cut through the air as the metal was released from the sheath. Only moments ago, where not but snow lay, now stood a fiend.  A monster or a devil, Newt was not sure which; all he knew was that the thing before him was no man. Gripping the sword tighter in his hand, he held it awaiting a sudden attack. However, none came and frankly as they stood there looking at each other Newt wondered why this devil had not just ambushed him before now…Why show yourself if you didn’t have too? Then suddenly with a deep, silky voice, the thing before him spoke. 

❝What quest brings you upon these lands?

Newts guarded stance never wavered as he listened to the horned devil. Morqua behind him stood faithfully, snorting and pacing, Newts could feel the stallion’s body tense behind him. The monsters voice, no matter how soothing, couldn’t hold back that bite of annoyance and Newts anger flared. Who was this thing to ask him questions? Scoffing he stood taller than he actually was, straightening his back, “My own business brings me here.” Newt barely refrained from adding ‘devil’ to the end of that sentence.
 
It wasn’t that Newt hated monsters, fairies, devils or other mythical creatures but Newt had good reason to not at first trust the fae folk. In his early adventures, he had stumbled upon werewolves and the result was not a happy one, lesson learned. That also to say he had not meet nice fae folk before, helpful elves or dwarves. This white haired horned devil standing in front of him however screamed danger and mistrust.

The silence between them was palpable and Newts body was throbbing and all his senses were alert. But then curiosity came over him and he loosened up his shoulders raising a thick eyebrow, “Why? What land is this?”













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[Image: tumblr_pkekuykhr21u2xt9qo2_100.png]I WON’T LET IT GO
I’LL STICK TO THE PLAN
WE’RE DEEP IN THE THROWS
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Knights were never easy to deal with. And, of course, he wouldn’t reveal any information. If only he could afford to ignore the knight. If he were alone, ignoring him would be easy enough. Step into the trees, were the horse wouldn’t be able to follow and that sword would be too clunky to swing; slink into the darkness, where he had the advantage. And, if the knight was foolish enough to follow there…


But, Neoptolemus was not alone. He couldn’t afford to have this knight running around unchecked. So, for better or for worse, he had to play the part of benevolent fae. How he loathed that; what ugly, pathetic creatures those fae were. Allies of humanity, eager to share magic and troubles – cowards. They relied on humans.


But, wasn’t he being humbled like that, now? How embarrassing.


Regardless, Neoptolemus swallowed his pride, looking off to the side. ❝Steltind, and I guard it for my family.❞ That was far too much information for Neoptolemus to feel comfortable, but knights typically had some sort of soft spot for innocents and even by Neoptolemus’s standards, children usually were innocent. ❝So, do tell me: why are you here? There is plenty of room for visitors, but none for trouble.❞


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 ❝Steltind, and I guard it for my family.




The demon spoke undecidedly and Newt raised an eyebrow, his sword was still ready in his hands incase this was a trick. However the longer this beast went without attacking him the more Newt concluded that he might not attack at all. It was strange and Newt was not sure what this monsters plan was exactly. He did feel a bit more comfortable in the white devils presence now, lowered his sword hand, and now just stood there as he had been before their meeting.
 


Steltind? Newt had never heard of a land by that name before. But then again there was a wide world out there and he was already leagues away from home, maybe he was so far away he had finally reached places that were lost to time.
 


Newt looked over the mountains ledge again and glanced at the green valley with renewed interest. This Steltind land could be his chance to make a new name for himself and to shed off the weight of who he was and where he came from. A small smile played at his lips as he looked back to the demon, “Is there a city here in Steltind?”  He asked hopefully. 
 


There had to be a city somewhere in this land, even if it was a filthy demon city, Newt had to brave it and renew his supplies. That was unless the city accepted him and then maybe he would stay and enjoy the beautiful land. Lay down roots and finally be in a place that he could make a name for himself.














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[Image: tumblr_pkekuykhr21u2xt9qo2_100.png]I WON’T LET IT GO
I’LL STICK TO THE PLAN
WE’RE DEEP IN THE THROWS
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If Neoptolemus were not a fairy, it might have taken some effort to hide how displeased he was with the knight’s smile. The stranger before him shouldn’t be comfortable. He shouldn’t be smiling, thinking hopeful thoughts and making speaking as if he were not walking into danger. Neoptolemus shouldn’t be the one worried over the other.


If only he didn’t have this little allergy to iron; if only it didn’t so easily make him bleed. But, the knight had a sword and Neoptolemus did not, so the fae was reduced to playing nice for the sake of not being so quickly discovered.


❝There is,❞ he answered simply, eyes shut briefly as he stepped more into the dark grove. Between what he himself was crafting out of the stone and the leftovers of previous inhabitants, as well as the slow trickling influx of strangers drawn here (by Rivian’s magic, Neoptolemus thought; he was privately quite proud of his wife’s magical talent) there was indeed a city being birthed. “Supplies, as well.”


If Newt followed, Neoptolemus would turn his back to the knight finally. It put him so on edge that finally a show of emotion would break though. The hairs on the back of his neck and a few of his shorter hair-quills all stood. He clenched his teeth, feeling it happening and knowing even in this dim light that the human would likely see it if he followed.


❝We have a need for warriors if you have a need for a home,❞ he finally offered.


Disgusting. Relying on this… this hopeful warrior. But, Neoptolemus thought of his tiny bride and his unborn child. He considered Muiri and her fear of wolves. He thought of all of the people that were being brought in. As much as he loathed it, the city needed protectors. Unfortunately for him, it seemed as if he’d stumbled upon a mighty one.


So, he had to hope against his own instincts he could entice the stranger to join.


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“who will save you now?” by les friction
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