Dizzy | By : sisterstyx Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sarah leaned on the windowsill, gazing out across the soaring towers and flapping banners to the bustling city below. She had come to love sitting in her room and watching the foreign, yet, not unfamiliar sights of the Underground’s capital city as it went about its day hundreds of feet below her. She’d only been three for three days, but already she felt as though she was becoming familiar with the sounds and smells that wafted up to her perch. She’d not left the palace grounds, of course, as she was still healing, but she itched to go out exploring the cobblestone streets and flagstone buildings. She wondered what treasures she could find in the market—the trinkets, the food, the experiences. But, most of all, she wanted to meet the citizens of the Underground.
When, on the first morning she’d awoken in a strange place with no memory, she had not feared or even been surprised by the strange creature tending her. She’d come to learn that it was a Brownie that served the High King in the High Court of the Underground and had since come to rely on and care for Breeda very much. That same day, an elvin woman with shimmering skin had come to reassess some of her more grievous injuries. Most of those she’d met since she woke up had been something other than human and she didn’t seem fazed at all. They’d told her she’d been in a car accident and had somehow ended up in the Underground and she merely nodded her head in contemplation. While these two ideas seemed disparate—that she could understand what a car crash was and accept that she was in another realm ruled by the Fae—she hadn’t really been effected by either revelation. She’d confessed that she wasn’t shocked to find herself surrounded by creatures most mortals thought imaginary and her nursemaid and physicians had pursed their lips and said very little on the subject. The next day, when she was able to get out of her sickbed with only a little aid, two maids had shown her the chest into which they’d put all of her belongings, save for her smashed vehicle and ruined clothing, which had been disposed of. She’d found her driver’s license and, again, was puzzled that she could remember what a driver’s license was and what it was used for, but couldn’t even recognize the name on it as her own. She’d been flustered when the High Queen entered her chambers and introduced herself as Theta, saying she was pleased to have her as a guest in the Grand Palace. Theta had tried to ask her questions about herself or at least what she remembered from the accident and, unhappily, Sarah had been unable to give any satisfactory answers. Theta gently explained that they would do everything in their power to return her faculties but that, without knowing anything more about her, they would rather keep her safe in the Underground than return her Aboveground on her own. Sarah understood the situation she was in and thanked the High Queen; she had seemed like a kind and strong woman and had made Sarah promise to seek her out if she was ever feeling lonely or frightened in the unfamiliar palace. But she felt nothing close to fear or uncertainty. Instead, she felt a sort of calm sureness that everything was going to work out. She worried that maybe her head injury still fogged her mind—shouldn’t she be awestruck by what was happening and where she was? Shouldn’t she be desperate to return Aboveground and find her family, find herself? She tried to feel anxious about her situation, looked at it rationally and was only curious about how she could have ended up Underground when they’d told her it was impossible. Sarah had decided that maybe she was still in shock—it would explain her unusual comfort in the face of such news without making her worry she’d never be able to regain her memories—she would simply try to be a gracious guest and work with her hosts to regain the parts of her she’d lost in the accident. She smiled wistfully as she turned her eyes skyward and watched the large black shape of a dragon against the sky making gentle circles above the palace turrets. No, she couldn’t be afraid of the Underground, it was far too wonderful to be frightful.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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