A Noble Fae here? thought John as he looked on at the Fairy Queen. Things just keep getting more and more interesting. John grimaced at Ewan's outburst, and chuckled as Cedric whacked him.

But who's the Fae?

"I am looking at him, Eliza. The son of my sister.....Lotus." Eliza followed Titania eyes and found herself looking at John who shuffled his feet. Titania rose walk walked over to John and held her hand up to stroke his cheek "His mother a Noble-Born Faerie who seduced a poor woodsman she was distraught. Half-born children are not allowed, for it would dilute our power. The power that even now slips away from Kushiel's Poison. His mother brought him south, to Malta. There he was raised, and there you discovered him. The Dryads wanted him didn't they, Eliza" and Titania stepped around John looking him over "So you saved him, and brought him into your fold. He has become a fine warrior, and the Faeries would be proud to have such a strong heir. If you agree to allow John Smith here to become our heir then we shall aid you with all of our strength. What say you?" and Titania sat upon her throne, crossing her legs and said again "What say you?"

"I...I...uh..." John stammered. He had never thought he would learn of his parents. To be a Fae? That was a strange thought. So he did have a family. He had always thought his long-dead adoptive family to be all he had. A family--to have a family. It was such a strange and alien thought.

He had never dreamed a day like this would come. A thousand conflicting feelings rose in John. Confusion primary among them. He had no idea how to feel.

A new thought occurred to him -- he knew now. He knew who killed his order, drove the Ottomans to invade, killed his master and nearly killed him. The Dryads.

Damien leaned against a tree. "Sorry for speaking aloud Fae Queen, but I believe the answer should not be leveled at Eliza, but rather at John. No-one should make the decision for him. If this is bold, so be it, but the truth must be spoken."

Cedric hit Ewan on the back of the head again.
"Ouch! What was that for?" Ewan asked him, rubbing the back of his head.
"Just in case y'know?" Cedric said, looking from the Fae queen and back at John again.

"Well stop it, will ya?" Ewan rubbed his head. That made twice he was hit in the head in the past five minutes.
John was part-Faerie... Half-Faerie, to be precise... Ewan suddenly felt a tiny smirk appear behind his face... He felt a giggle forming. However, Cedric smacked him once more and they dissipated. It still was funny, though... John was a Faerie.

"Well, congrats John. You've found your family, and you're an heir to a powerful throne. Will you accept this duty?" Rowan said, rising from his knee and clapping John on the back.

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John turned to Rowan, and nodded.

John turned back to Queen Titania, and said, "I will accept, and be named your heir."

"Uh oh, incoming emotional scenes." Cedric mumbled, this time hitting Dekres on the back of the head. Unfortunately Dekres hit back.
"Ouch.. Learn to take a joke man." Cedric said, rubbing the back of his head. They both glared at each other.

Rowan swung his scythe onto his back and stepped forward in front of the Queen. "Well Queen Titania, now that your heir has been chosen, we must be off. John must prove himself to you, and us, by helping us take down the covens that plague your forest."

Zeke awoke groggily, the fire had long since burned out and his blood had stained the carpet, probably irrevocably. He pushed himself to his feet and groaned as he felt his chest and shoulders. They'd healed much quicker than he expected them too, most likely because of his werewolf blood.

He saw his pile of clothes and almost put them on, before he realised he desperately needed a shower. He grabbed a bucket of water from the kitchen and poured it over himself outside, washing the dried blood off him. As he got back in the Dweller was there, holding his clothes that had seemingly been cleaned for him.

"Enjoy yourself last night?" The Dweller asked, almost nonchalantly.
"I know better ways to have fun." Zeke smiled, taking the clothes off the proverbial guardian of the house. "But it was...interesting. I have a feeling that they'll probably come after me more though."
"You're right about that. Clans don't take too kindly to declining their 'friendly' offers." If he didn't know better, Zeke could swear the Dweller was smiling. "Here's your communicator, you might want to let the others properly know you're ok."

Zeke took the communicator and sighed, opening all the channels to all the guardians he merely asked "does anyone know how to get blood out of carpet? More specifically the really really fancy carpet in front of the fire in the lounge?"

Kane grinned a bit as he heard Zeke's message over the communicator, but it quickly faded. "So: back to witch hunting, then?"

Eliza bowed and said "With your aid we shall certainly be able able to defeat this Coven. But I feel as if this only the tip of a very expansive iceberg." Queen Titania nodded and made a shooing motion with her right hand and said "Avail yourself of our feasting halls and beds, you will need rest." and the Fae Rangers came up behind them and led them out of the throne room and into another part of the Palace. It was obviously a staircase but without actual steps, just a winding spiral ramp up and up. It obviously lead to room for the night and possibly food.

A teleportation is heard behind the group. Alix appears, his face downcast, he looks awful, his coat's wrinkled, his face is red, and he isn't wearing a hat. He's hunched over his cane. He turns to the group.
"I've located you through your communicators... What's going on?" Alix's voice sounds hoarse and raspy, even for him.

Eliza examined Alix's figure. He looked beat up. "First we send you to a medic to be looked at then we eat and take some sleep."

Rowan sat at the edge of his bed, full but focused. He wasn't sure how the others could sleep, it was only really 6 o'clock. Just because it was dark did not mean Rowan would sleep. He sighed and polished the blade of his scythe to a mirror shine, ready to fight.

"I'm fine." Which is clearly a lie, he's actually one slash short of eviseration.

Damien laughed. "Bull. If i breathed on you right now you would probably fall down dead. go to a freakin' medic. If you want, one of us will tell you what happened later. but, with all seriousness, if you don't see a medic right now, you most likely will not see the sunrise."

Looks at Damien, his dull blue eyes look directly through him. "I couldn't care less. I'm fine."

Eliza grabbed Alix pinned him against the wall with fluid smoothness, healed his wounds and set him down. "And if I have to do that again, I'm going to punish you." she said, dusting ehr hands off and walking into the feat hall to sit down.

Alix walks off, presumably to clean himself up.

Eliza led the team into the feasting hall, sat them down and said to one of the Rangers. "Do we wait until we are served?" he chuckled and said "I will go and find a tray for you of whatever was left over from dinner." and disappeared through a set of double doors a the other end of the hall.

"Well, there's no denying their hospitality. Then again, we are the friends of their heir." Ewan remarked. "Still, the sooner we take care of this Coven, the better."

Day dawned cold, gray and misty in the forest home of the Faeries. Eliza stood in the throne room aside the Queen's throne. The Queen had decided to speak with ehr before they left with the Faerie Rangers. "When you return, Miss Gray, I will reward each and every one of you. You do the Faerie Court a great boon this day." Eliza nodded and turned to Queen Titania. With her hair undone from the bun it was in the night before, she looked strangely more alluring. But then, that was the Fae. They lived to confuse and tempt mortals into making deals, often using these mortals as pawns in their schemes. "Funny." said Eliza "The Dweller calls me 'Miss Gray' as well." Queen Titania raised her eyebrows and said "The Dweller, I know of him. Powerful, ancient, and a smart aleck. I wonder if all star spawn are like him." Eliza shrugged and said "The Dweller-Upon-The-Horizon is the only Star Spawn I know of. Your majesty my comrades have awoken I see them coming now." and Eliza pointed at the group coming into the throne chamber. "We are to follow five Fae Rangers out into the woods to that Witch house!" called Eliza to Cedric who rolled his eyes as he approached and said "Joy among joys. More witches." He unholstered one of his guns, checked the trigger, holstered it and said "So, Queen Titiania I guess this is it." the Queen nodded and gestured with her scepter "Go now, brave Cedric Kemea, High Master of the Order. And when you return in triumph I shall reward all of you handsomely." Cedric clapped his hands and rubbed them together "Early morning battle, good chance of success, substantial reward. What are we waiting for?" Eliza unsheathed Amore and said "We go now, I thank you again Queen Titania." the Queen bowed her head and said "May the strength of the woodlands go with you. Five of our best Rangers wait outside. They will lead you back to the Coven." Eliza turned and walked outside, nodded to the Rangers and followed them out towards the Coven's house.

The group walked through the forest, straining to hear any sounds in the darkness. After awhile they began to relax and chat. Rowan turned to the Ranger next to him and said, "So, you're a Ranger? How'd you recieve this job?"
"Years of dedication and undying loyalty to the Fae. Discipline is important for our order, much more than yours."
"No need to be an ass about it," Rowan muttered to himself.
"We hold ourselves to higher standards than you," he said smugly, walking forward away from Rowan.

Kane was, once again, twirling his knives as he went along, it was either that or set the forest on fire and he figured the rangers wouldn't approve of that. "So, High master, are witches affected by holy water? I'm afraind my studies didn't progress very far past 'Lycans are killed by silver and harmed by mistletoe and witches hate mirrors.' " He said, looking over at Eliza

Cedric stayed near the back of the group. It was too early in the morning to be afraid of witches. He started humming an old tune, although he had forgotten the lyrics years ago.