The Mary Sue Virus: A Faerie Tale
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marysuevirusso here i go again. just couldn't help myself. Daz and i have been hashing out plot for this the past couple of days and, while i can't say when i'll get a proper chapter up, i do want to give you all this little tidbit to nibble on. and it is little. barely 1400 words. but it should set the beginning of the story nicely. i think. anyway, i hope you all like it.
Title: The Mary Sue Virus: A Faerie Tale
The Prologue
Fandom: Merry Gentry Universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic sex and violence, language, anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of LKH. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. the Sues are the sole property of their originators, Ginevra, Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, and ladydeathfaerie. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from Dazzledfirestar. Daz had been a big help on the plotting front. thanks, hon!
The Mary Sue Virus: A Faerie Tale Index
Gather round, my children. I should like to tell you a story. It is a story of mystery and intrigue, of myth and magic. It is a story of going on in the face of adversity, of finding a place of peace in the midst of the lunacy of the world. It is a story of loss and, ultimately, of finding love.
Once upon a time... Yes. This is a much used and cliched line. But it certainly applies to this story. Once upon a time, there were Gods and Goddesses populating the world. They had nary a care in the world, were free to do as they would. Humans followed the Gods and Goddesses into this world and were awed by their power. And so these mortals fell to their knees and worshipped the people of the Heavens.
For centuries and eons, they placed their hopes and fears upon the sturdy shoulders of their chosen deity. They asked favors and boons, they offered up tokens of their love and devotion. They lit fires and sang songs and joined together in copulation in the name of their God or Goddess. Times were simple but hard. The people were hardy and had a simple view of the world as they knew it.
All of this worship is what kept the Gods and Goddesses alive. It fed them the way food fed a mortal, nurtured them the way a mother nurtures her child. The more the humans believed, the more alive the Gods and Goddesses were. They were not fickle in their appreciation of the mortals, though to the humans it might seem that way. Though all offerings were accepted, not all wishes were granted. What would life be if one was handed everything one asked for without working for it?
Sadly, the bright and vivid world of the Gods and Goddesses would all too soon come close to its end. The beliefs of the mortals began to change. The One God's religion swept across all the lands, a tidal wave of destruction for those of the Olde Ways. Soon, the Gods and Goddesses were nearly completely forgotten. Christianity drove these pagan Gods, as they came to be called, into the shadows as it swallowed up the lives and thoughts and minds of those who dared stand before it.
We were left struggling to survive.
Yes, my children. We. For this tale is as much mine as it is yours.
There are those who claim I do not exist, that I am some distant representation of all that is foul and evil in the world. I am none of those things. And I am here. I am the Mother, the creator of all that is life and beauty and joy and peace and sorrow and anger and ugliness and death. I am Goddess. This tale I tell you is not just my story, but yours, as well. I wish you to heed my words well because what I must tell you is important.
Christianity did its best to eat us up and swallow us down, my children and I. But we found places in the shadows to hide, places where we waited and withered in the hopes that some brave soul would call upon us once again. A few did, in secret. But not enough to give us back the life and vitality we once called our own. And so we remained hidden in the shadows, only revealing ourselves to those who truly believed we still existed.
Mortal kind calls my children the Fae. Faeries. Creatures of great power and beauty. Or creatures of great hideousness. There are stories of changelings, of Faerie children replacing human children. There are stories of their great wars and of how they slowly died out.
Some of my children passed from this world, the beliefs in them gone forever. Some of them persevered, remained firmly embedded in the hearts and minds of the humans. A small seed of belief that continued to grow and live. While my children were never as strong as they once had been, they lived on.
But they are dying out now. And this isn't because there are no longer people to believe in the Fae. Many people believe in my children. Many people clamor to see them, beg and scream and cry for the opportunity to lay eyes and hands upon one of the Fae. There is much interest in my children once again. Still, they die. Because there is no power for them anymore.
After the last great war that my children fought, the countries of the Olde Worlde demanded they leave. No place would have them and it seemed they would be doomed. However, there was a new country, a young world, that offered them asylum and solace. This asylum came at a price, though. In order to step foot on the new country's soil, my children had to willingly give up their power.
Such a move left them weak. Soon, my children were no longer having more children. The Faerie race may be long lived, with some having lived before the birth of the Christian God, but no race can survive without new life being birthed into it.
I saw this. I saw that my children were slowly wasting away, that their lands were dying. They were in need of new blood and new hope. I found a way to bring them that blood and hope. An American born princess of Faerie ancestry was the way to provide the tools my children needed to survive. A single woman who held the power of creation in her very hand.
Meredith was my chosen vessel. She would help resow the seeds of life to my dying children. She would help solve the problems they faced. Such a task would not be easy for a Faerie princess who was half human. Many pointed out that she could not rule the kingdoms of Faerie, that her human blood would cut her life short. But the old blood that sat the thrones had not produced new heirs in far too long. Meredith was my only hope.
She rose to the challenge admirably. She brought the roses back to life with her precious blood. She broke the draught of infertility that plagued my children. In her struggles for the throne and her life, she was blessed with new life, with a pair of twins that would save the Faerie world. But she, like all my children, was susceptible to attack. And an assassin's blade ended her life. The lives of her unborn children.
Her men mourned for her. Truly they had loved her. They mourned and searched for the murderer. But to no end. There was no trail for them to track, no clues for them to follow. The assassin had disappeared into the vast world, their identity hidden by magic. And all of Faerie was thrown into disarray and chaos. Fear that the mounds would die, that my children would die in the wake of Meredith's death began to grow and take hold. My children fell prey to paranoia and suspicion.
But these events did not end my plans.
I am Goddess. I am mother to them all. I can still save them, my children. I can still send them their saviors. Yes. More than one. This is a story that will split into many parts, like the branches of a tree spreading and blooming with life. Meredith may be gone, but her spirit lives on. The mound remembers her and her magic. It still cries out for her. And so I have stepped in once again, done what I can to help keep them alive.
I have cast spells of protection upon the Faerie mounds. It will prevent them from simply disappearing while I search for the proper vessels. It will keep my children safe until Meredith's soul can find its way back to the mound to finish the work I gave it. It will protect them until the new vessels can save them from their ever nearing fate.
It will keep them alive.
I want to see my children live and thrive. I wish to see them happy. I wish to know that they will continue on. Because of this, because of my love for them, I cast spells to keep them safe. I could not help myself.
I am, after all, their mother...
Title: The Mary Sue Virus: A Faerie Tale
The Prologue
Fandom: Merry Gentry Universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic sex and violence, language, anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of LKH. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. the Sues are the sole property of their originators, Ginevra, Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, and ladydeathfaerie. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from Dazzledfirestar. Daz had been a big help on the plotting front. thanks, hon!
The Mary Sue Virus: A Faerie Tale Index
Gather round, my children. I should like to tell you a story. It is a story of mystery and intrigue, of myth and magic. It is a story of going on in the face of adversity, of finding a place of peace in the midst of the lunacy of the world. It is a story of loss and, ultimately, of finding love.
Once upon a time... Yes. This is a much used and cliched line. But it certainly applies to this story. Once upon a time, there were Gods and Goddesses populating the world. They had nary a care in the world, were free to do as they would. Humans followed the Gods and Goddesses into this world and were awed by their power. And so these mortals fell to their knees and worshipped the people of the Heavens.
For centuries and eons, they placed their hopes and fears upon the sturdy shoulders of their chosen deity. They asked favors and boons, they offered up tokens of their love and devotion. They lit fires and sang songs and joined together in copulation in the name of their God or Goddess. Times were simple but hard. The people were hardy and had a simple view of the world as they knew it.
All of this worship is what kept the Gods and Goddesses alive. It fed them the way food fed a mortal, nurtured them the way a mother nurtures her child. The more the humans believed, the more alive the Gods and Goddesses were. They were not fickle in their appreciation of the mortals, though to the humans it might seem that way. Though all offerings were accepted, not all wishes were granted. What would life be if one was handed everything one asked for without working for it?
Sadly, the bright and vivid world of the Gods and Goddesses would all too soon come close to its end. The beliefs of the mortals began to change. The One God's religion swept across all the lands, a tidal wave of destruction for those of the Olde Ways. Soon, the Gods and Goddesses were nearly completely forgotten. Christianity drove these pagan Gods, as they came to be called, into the shadows as it swallowed up the lives and thoughts and minds of those who dared stand before it.
We were left struggling to survive.
Yes, my children. We. For this tale is as much mine as it is yours.
There are those who claim I do not exist, that I am some distant representation of all that is foul and evil in the world. I am none of those things. And I am here. I am the Mother, the creator of all that is life and beauty and joy and peace and sorrow and anger and ugliness and death. I am Goddess. This tale I tell you is not just my story, but yours, as well. I wish you to heed my words well because what I must tell you is important.
Christianity did its best to eat us up and swallow us down, my children and I. But we found places in the shadows to hide, places where we waited and withered in the hopes that some brave soul would call upon us once again. A few did, in secret. But not enough to give us back the life and vitality we once called our own. And so we remained hidden in the shadows, only revealing ourselves to those who truly believed we still existed.
Mortal kind calls my children the Fae. Faeries. Creatures of great power and beauty. Or creatures of great hideousness. There are stories of changelings, of Faerie children replacing human children. There are stories of their great wars and of how they slowly died out.
Some of my children passed from this world, the beliefs in them gone forever. Some of them persevered, remained firmly embedded in the hearts and minds of the humans. A small seed of belief that continued to grow and live. While my children were never as strong as they once had been, they lived on.
But they are dying out now. And this isn't because there are no longer people to believe in the Fae. Many people believe in my children. Many people clamor to see them, beg and scream and cry for the opportunity to lay eyes and hands upon one of the Fae. There is much interest in my children once again. Still, they die. Because there is no power for them anymore.
After the last great war that my children fought, the countries of the Olde Worlde demanded they leave. No place would have them and it seemed they would be doomed. However, there was a new country, a young world, that offered them asylum and solace. This asylum came at a price, though. In order to step foot on the new country's soil, my children had to willingly give up their power.
Such a move left them weak. Soon, my children were no longer having more children. The Faerie race may be long lived, with some having lived before the birth of the Christian God, but no race can survive without new life being birthed into it.
I saw this. I saw that my children were slowly wasting away, that their lands were dying. They were in need of new blood and new hope. I found a way to bring them that blood and hope. An American born princess of Faerie ancestry was the way to provide the tools my children needed to survive. A single woman who held the power of creation in her very hand.
Meredith was my chosen vessel. She would help resow the seeds of life to my dying children. She would help solve the problems they faced. Such a task would not be easy for a Faerie princess who was half human. Many pointed out that she could not rule the kingdoms of Faerie, that her human blood would cut her life short. But the old blood that sat the thrones had not produced new heirs in far too long. Meredith was my only hope.
She rose to the challenge admirably. She brought the roses back to life with her precious blood. She broke the draught of infertility that plagued my children. In her struggles for the throne and her life, she was blessed with new life, with a pair of twins that would save the Faerie world. But she, like all my children, was susceptible to attack. And an assassin's blade ended her life. The lives of her unborn children.
Her men mourned for her. Truly they had loved her. They mourned and searched for the murderer. But to no end. There was no trail for them to track, no clues for them to follow. The assassin had disappeared into the vast world, their identity hidden by magic. And all of Faerie was thrown into disarray and chaos. Fear that the mounds would die, that my children would die in the wake of Meredith's death began to grow and take hold. My children fell prey to paranoia and suspicion.
But these events did not end my plans.
I am Goddess. I am mother to them all. I can still save them, my children. I can still send them their saviors. Yes. More than one. This is a story that will split into many parts, like the branches of a tree spreading and blooming with life. Meredith may be gone, but her spirit lives on. The mound remembers her and her magic. It still cries out for her. And so I have stepped in once again, done what I can to help keep them alive.
I have cast spells of protection upon the Faerie mounds. It will prevent them from simply disappearing while I search for the proper vessels. It will keep my children safe until Meredith's soul can find its way back to the mound to finish the work I gave it. It will protect them until the new vessels can save them from their ever nearing fate.
It will keep them alive.
I want to see my children live and thrive. I wish to see them happy. I wish to know that they will continue on. Because of this, because of my love for them, I cast spells to keep them safe. I could not help myself.
I am, after all, their mother...
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Date: 2010-10-07 03:14 am (UTC)Wonderful work, hun!
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Date: 2010-10-07 03:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-07 03:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-07 03:19 am (UTC)and, actually, i'm eager to hear more of the tale myself.
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Date: 2010-10-08 01:19 pm (UTC)And, damn it! I need more icon space. :(
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Date: 2010-10-08 01:52 pm (UTC)Daz no doubt has an icon for you (if she hasn't sent it already) and i have to say that i love the way Rae's eye came out. it looks faboo!
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Date: 2010-10-08 11:05 pm (UTC)Can't wait to read more of it!
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Date: 2010-10-08 11:21 pm (UTC)hopefully i'll get to it soon. we'll see.
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Date: 2010-10-08 11:52 pm (UTC)Awesome.