I'm thinking, some day in the future, we should set up a reunion between these two.

Oh that will be fun! I can't wait

I really enjoyed this. This was a lot of fun to read, and I would love to see a follow-up some time! Bravo to the both of you!

Yes, I am looking forward to the follow up too. Glad you enjoyed it.

I'll copy and paste this comment in both submissions. I pity the boy for what's become of him, but he is far too rash. From what I've seen of Acrathia, she really does have no blame here. And by the laws of the Seelie and Unseelie both, she had the right to claim vengeance on the boy's father. As for what happened to the mother, that was true tragedy at the hands of one who didn't understand. A pity. A true pity. I would speak with this young one, if I could. Though I don't know what my words could do for him. After all, from his perspective, I'm probably little more than a babe. But even children can speak words of wisdom, and often their truths are far more blunt and pure.

As for the other side of things, I see Acrathia has much persecution to face. That's a side of her that I haven't seen before, and I look forward to learning more of her. Well done, and well written. There are a few grammatical errors in the piece, but overall, it's a solid and fairly well described piece, including the battle. I find it intriguing that by communicating with the mana and aether, Acrathia is able to divine the intent of her opponents and see certain portents of the future. Most intriguing, indeed. I feel her story is far from over, and she yet will face more suffering and heartache before she finds her peace. But, as in all things, there is potential. It will depend on her choices. I hope for her sake that she chooses well.

Acrathia: *scoffs* You may be young by fae standards, but you have a wisdom that is rare even for even for the oldest of immortals. The boy would be a fool not to listen to you, but then I think he has proven his foolishness already. He is an idiot, but an idiot with just enough potential to keep me interested. After all, the tortoise has the potential to win the race the rabbit lost.

Regardless the boy managed to strike an old wound, one that can still bleed evidently. He managed to show me that while things are indeed changing, they have not changed as much as I would like. As always I must exercise caution in all that I do.

Nerull: Reading your opinion on our RP has gladened me greatly. I take both your criticism as well as your praise very seriously, and as always I thank you for taking g the time to read it.

It is often thus, Lady Acrathia. I still find it strange that there are fae who are willing to take such steps. In many ways, one might say that you people act more human than we at times. Or perhaps the term is more childish. I'm not entirely certain, and I pray I don't cause offense with my uncertainty for the right word.

Though the fact that he's not willing to acknowledge the truth of agency and the sacred bonds that protect that right in all that lives is troubling to the extreme. Such things can easily lead to a fall, and oh, how far that fall can lead. *I shake my head ruefully.* Your people are often known for their power in music and spellcraft, in hearing the songs of the earth. But we humans have gifts of our own in the fact that we are capable of seeing into the nature of being, at least some of us. I believe that is where many of our stories come from. They bring those natures and possibilities, to light in the minds of those special few, and those possibilities are then written and spoken with power, authority, or tremulousness as required to spread that message. And with every telling, the message spreads. Ah, but who will have ears to hear and eyes to see. Now therein lies the most important question.

Acrathia: For some the description of childish is wholly accurate, for others nothing could be further from the truth. Chaotic to be sure, many weaker fae need freedom as much as they need air, but there is as much wisdom to chaos as there is to order, just in different areas. I would agree with your assessment as to the strengths of fae and human. I consider myself more familiar with humanity than most of my fellow fae, but even I have to admit there are times where I am utterly baffled by them. Of course I think the angry youth proves I don't fully understand my fellow fae.

He's a child who lost his mother and father both. That kind of grief needs an outlet, and oftentimes, that means finding someone to blame that the griever can hate or rage against. He'll learn eventually. At least for his sake, I hope he does.

Acrathia: True enough. Magicks know I am an easy target for blame, and grief has a tendency to warp logic. The boy has my sympathy, and my patience... for now...

That's all we can give him for the time being. Obviously, it will be up to you to decide how best to deal with the situation. In many ways, you are not unlike the tortoise, yourself, as you help or watch the world. I can't help but wonder what your race is, though, and who your hare may be.

Acrathia: Are you certain that particular fable applies to me? You know what it is I am trying to achieve. If I fail history will remember me as a myth, a legend with no true substance, and a mysterious one at that. If I succeed I will either be remembered as a visionary who brought hope to a hopeless world, or a cruel sadistic monster who brought more chaos to an already chaotic world.

Such are the risks, when one seeks to break the bonds of destiny and fate.

Acrathia: And such is the path I have chosen. I will continue down it no matter the obstacles, and if it leads to ruin... it will be my ruin

The hands may have something to say about that. Then again, perhaps they believe that your actions here are also part of fate. They often seem to have a bigger picture than the rest of the world.