Meeting the Enemy

“Why do you torment him so?” She demanded.

“Because he is a half blood and unworthy of you in any way, I am your twin and your equal.” He shrugged with arrogance.

The Silver Wheel rolled her magnificent eyes and sat back on her throne. Anger coursed through her on many levels. Fae were in HER lands and old feelings were rearing their ugly head. Gwydion could see much on the face of his goddess and he straddled her hips. He wore only kidskin leggings that had been dyed black and nothing else and she looked up at him.

“Whatever happens we shall face together. Whatever threat happens across this land we shall eradicate; TOGETHER Piuthar. You are me and I am you. We shall always be two halves of a whole. Remember that.” Gwydion said softly.

He gently tilted her chin up and lowered his lips to hers. He claimed her mouth and dominated her as he always did. She could not stop herself nor did she want to because she knew Gwydion was right on this topic. His queen reached up and buried one hand in his golden hair and wrapped the other around his neck to get him closer. Their tongues clashed and traced the other’s fangs as the heat between them was immense. Her eyes glowed again but this time in passion as her consort took his pleasure and she took. Arianrhod lifted her mouth from Gwydion’s lips and suddenly bit into his chest and he threw back his head and began to moan obscenely as she took from him.

“Yes Piuthar! Yes take all of me. Make us whole.” He cried out as his skin was starting to get dusky blue.

“I always shall bràthair. I always will.” Arianrhod managed as she ripped his leggings from him.

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Her face was painted blue as was Fionn’s and every other ekimmu warrior. They had entered the homeland of the fae; Leth`Evana. Arianrhod wore a white ****** plate, matching gauntlets, and a white helmet. Gwydion was near her and he wore only a loose tunic top and leather breeches in white and blue; his signature colours. Under her armor she wore a thicker stolla dress in white. The warrior maiden looked as if a ghost with a blue face and she was astride a mount. Before them was a large contingent of Undine and it looked a sea of white. The Undine fae were “water”elves and that was their element. Most of the Undine had white hair except the rare exception of the occasional black haired ones; Nwyvre having been one of those.

“Tell me why you enter my land and our plane and you may escape this battle.” She yelled out from her demonic horse.

“We do not answer to you filthy ekimmu *****!” One tall Undine called out and Arianrhod turned her attention to him.

“He is mine. Fionn, converge upon the left flank and give them everything we have.” Came her command as she spurred her animal into action.

Fionn gave the call of their kind and it was unmistakable, it sounded close to an eagle’s cry as the ekimmu surged forward. Arianrhod was already ahead and had slipped from her mount and she held out her hand, a white-silver blade materialized with an ivory hilt. The tall Undine went on the defensive as she slashed at him with overhead strikes with the strength of many men. The fae man did manage to get his great spear into her upper arm but it only served to further anger her and she whirled in a full arc to avoid his deadly weapon again.

“Meet my starrfhiacail elf!” The ekimmu queen yelled.

“You who are of Don and you fight us?” the Undine demanded as he ducked her deadly swing.

“That insipid wench is only a vessel, your kind should know better and we ekimmu are here to give that lesson. Your lot is murderers!” She snarled as she slashed straight through his chainmail.

The Undine grunted in pain as his russet colored life force dripped from the gaping wound. Arianrhod imagined laying the fae upon the field and drinking him till he was a husk and the high that would follow would indeed be sweet. Her weapon and his met over and over as they were checking the other. She was glorifying in the physical ness of the battle and she could hear the death cry of many Undine. Arianrhod jumped left and arced around fully and delivered a surprise blow to the fae’s middle. The pale eyes of her nemesis were clouded in pain and hers had taken on the haunting look when she called upon her elemental abilities.

“Choose your manner of death elf; shall I behead you or drink you?” Her voice demanded as the winds whipped and roared around her.

“You will do whatever you please bitch, I know I did my duty to my people.” He whispered in a fractured voice.

“Your kind killed my first love! Why should I show ANY of you mercy? Tell me why?” Arianrhod hissed in his face and a bit of her blue war paint smeared his flawless skin.

“I know not of what you speak ekimmu. I am only one Undine in service to my Lady Don. Do your worst!” Her enemy said bowing his head ready for the afterlife.

Arianrhod’s eyes narrowed and she whirled around and took off the head of another Undine. The one who was bleeding before her eyes was sickened as the head rolled in front of him and the eyes were still looking around.

“No, I shall not give you death Undine. You will return to Caer Sidi as my slave. You will serve the ekimmu. Now tell me, am I not merciful?” She demanded.

The Undine refused to speak as death surrounded him on all sides. The Abhainn Undine had been the ones foraying into the ekimmu kingdoms but it was Don who was paying the price. He lifted his weakened head and he could only feel hate for the blood drinking elementals.

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Blood smeared Arianrhod’s hair and armor as she approached Gwydion and Fionn after the battle. Her prisoner was in mithril chains and both of her siblings were gawking at her brazen move.

“You are taking the lead warrior hostage?” Gwydion asked surprised.

“Yes.” She shrugged and she looked at Fionn challengingly.

“I do not believe this is wise Piuthar.” Her thunder replied.

“I do not remember asking for your permission Fionn Hammel. He comes back to Caer Sidi and that is my wish.” Arianrhod shrugged as she strode to her steed.

“For what reason Piuthar?” Her twin demanded coldly.

“He was not afraid of me. All fae should fear me and all ekimmu and I shall put the fear of us into him.” She smiled with malice.

Gwydion smirked at her hatred and he looked at Fionn. Their secret was safe and the lead ekimmu wanted to be sick. He hated fae just like any ekimmu but he had committed a horrible sin with his putrid half-brother. Fionn wanted no part of the depravity and he just walked away and Arianrhod was puzzled but shrugged. All she cared about was avenging Nwyvre’s memory and teaching the fae that it was HER realm and not theirs. She turned her mount back towards Caer Sidi and Gwydion mounted behind her; her captured Undine was lead in his chains silently back into the fold of his enemies lair.

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Arianrhod lay upon many furs of ermine and the white bears of the very furthest north as she watched the Undine sitting on his knees and his head lowered as if in prayer. She required it of him every day since his capture; he was to lift his wrist and allow her to feed from him. No one was allowed to touch him but her and no one would dare break her rule.

“Do you tire Undine?” She demanded twirling a lock of her silvery-white hair.

“I care not! It is my only wish you would kill me and slip me into the water.” the fae whispered as his voice almost broke.

“What is your name fae?” The silver wheel asked arching her brow.

All of her mane was down this day and she only wore silk wrapped around her hips in white. She was on her side as she watched her slave lift his pale head and stare at her with his incredibly light blue eyes.

“Ailduin Ludok.” He stated in a defeated voice.

Her long hair covered her nakedness and she stared at eyes that should make her sick. The fae were beautiful creatures to behold but they were as deadly; if not more so than an ekimmu. Arianrhod suddenly stood up and came in front of him and jerked his chin up and made him look at her. Anger filled her but she was also filled with something else that she could not place.

“The water? So you could be reborn? That is within my power as well.” She whispered severely.

“I am fae and an Undine; my Lady Don controls my soul.” Ailduin said stubbornly.

“She is my mother you know.” Arianrhod sneered.

“I thought it myth.” He said trying not to look at her.

“Do I not favour her fae? I was given my sire’s power and he swore I have her face. He told me I should destroy her.” She said inhaling sharply as she tightened her grip on his chin.

“Who is Nwyvre?” he dared to speak.

Arianrhod’s other hand shook and she widened her eyes as he dared to speak without being spoken to.

“He was fae.” She snapped as her eyes darkened.

“You have whispered that name in your sleep.” He said daring to stare her in the eyes.

Arianrhod’s ire was raised but his brazenness was doing something to her. She jerked him up and made him stare her in the face. He was slightly taller and his white hair fell to his middle back undone. He bore some old scars from a sword across his chest and his face. It did not detract from his looks, in her opinion it enhanced them.

“You will fight me for your freedom.” She said huskily suddenly.

“I will what?” Ailduin answered with complete and utter shock.

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