Within Talons and Wings

I've always been a nomad for as long as I can remember. My parents being part of the failed rebellion, they were executed alongside the rest who fought against the Hight Lord Fae Varkin. I only had two things left from them: A necklace engraved "Taeleah"- my name, and three claws marks on my upper arm. Any whom were found with the claw mark on their upper arm was doomed by beheading, of course my parents gave me the mark making me a target. Varkin was notorious for his greed for land, jewels and women. Those who refused him were ethier executed or thrown in the dungeon until "given the chance to reconsider". Varkin was a broad shoulder viking-ish Man who looked and acted as a brute. He was a selfish fae who ruled over the Mountain Kingdom. There were 4 other kingdoms. The OceanCoast, Pinecrest, FrostFall and Moltencrust. Each with thier own ruler of different kinds. OceanCoast belonged to humans, Pinecrest to the pixies, Frostfall to the Centaurs and Moltencrust to the Drakes. There are far more variety of creatures but these were the most deemed to rule. However... Lord Varkin is taking over territory for him own and is turning the other kingdoms against one another. I've been trying to avoid conflict as have many under his rule. For myself, I chose to be a lone traveler. I try to help those in need however my power allows. My power is mostly healing, broken bones internal bleeding however nothing dire. I try to assist in other ways too. I've heard myself being call the midnight reader due to my guidance in tarot cards. I tend to only come out at night-less guards lurking about. "Mam? my I be a pest and ask for your assistance? My boy attempted to pick on a yound buck Centaur and well..." An lady dressed in rags approached me. Her clothes were earthy tones, covered at the hem by mud. My temporary campsite in the forest had been visited by a few that night, I was in the middle of packing to avoid being found by any guards. The last thing I needed was to be recognized as a former reble. "Where is he? I must be quick," I rushed out my tent her on my heel. Stumbling over my blankets and cursing the lady nearly crashed into me. "I'm sorry!" I said "Oh nono dear, I'm-" she stopped mid sentence, "my you're far younger than I expected." Having the fire going outside she was able to see my face. "Yes, I'm 23 years old. My I ask of yourself? You seem young yourself." "Well I'm 156 youngin. I'm surprised by your skill set of such a young age. You're very lucky to have a gift." Not all fae have a gift, and those that do usually exploit those that don't. I refuse to be like such. "Had to learn, being on the road and all." I replied. Following the lady to the outskirts of the small village, I look back and forth being sure there wasn't anyone on patrol. It was clear. The lady rushed into a shabby hut and ushered me in. I saw the boy laying on some tattered blankets on the ground. His leg was broken from what I assumed a kick by the centaurs hind legs. I sigh and shook my head at the boy. His face was knotted in a scowl as he looked at me and scoffed, "Drifter log..." he mumbled. His mother gave him a cuff to the head. "you watch yourself boy. She's here to help you and your poor choices." I pulled away and felt a twinge of anger at the boy for the insult, but I could see the tears welling on his face. I put my hand over his leg and began my work. The soft glow of my wings brightened intensely and my power flowed into the boy. Snap. His leg poped back into place and he howled. I tried sushing the boy but it was too late. BANG BANG "OPEN UP IN THERE." A voiced boomed from the other side of the door. I rushed to the window and took a leap to the air but it was useless, my wings shone like a homing beckon. I barely got 5 feet from the ground before I was caught. "You're under arrest." the guard to my left said. "What for??" I exclaimed. "Fleeing the scene of the crime." The one to my right stated. "Wha--??" My voice was muffled by the man to the left putting a rag in my mouth. "You will be presented to the high lord for inspection and for your charge." one of the two said as they flew me to the Bared carriage floating above. It was held up by one of their Magics, a levitation spell. No no no no no I can't go to him....he will see my mark... About an hour passed before the carriage stopped in front of the gates of the Lord's castle. Roughly, the two guards tore me from the carriage and ushered me up the polished Granite steps to the main entrance. The steel doors were being flanked by four more guards. Escape was impossible. Letting the men drag me down the seemingly endless hallways, we were stopped infront of another set of door leading to I assumed the throne room. I was wrong. I was pushed in front of where the Lord. looking around I saw the large room that was almost radiating with the gold accents among the walls and furniture. There was only two pieces though, one was a large chair with a red velvet backing with black lace and gold highlights and the other piece of furniture was a massive bed covered in silk sheets of burgundy and the headboard was polished marble with more gold flecks. Then I met with his eyes. Unlike all the gold in this room, he wore a plain white shirt with loose sleeves and a couple cross strings along the front along with simple black pants. His hair was fire red that had a soft glow surely from him magic seeping through. He let out an eerie chuckle as his ice blue eyes looks me up and down. I shuttered. He looked at me as though I was a shiny new chewtoy. "Leave us." he commanded the guards. As they shut the door behind he smirked looking me up and down again. "Rise darling." His low voice cooned. I slowly rise as though I couldnt control myself. I felt something taking me over- controlling me to stand. I was ware his eyes watched my every move. I was panicing realizing he had subject controling powers. And all that it would take is an order from him for the guards to search me and see my mark. "Come, let me see you closer..." he let the word slowly roll from his tongue as he pulled me with his power. I fell stiff as I was close enough to feel his breath tickle my neck. His eyes borrowed into mine like icespikes. I looked away "Ah, shy are we...?" he grabbed a handful of my hair twirling it in his fingers. "Well, I'm sure you know mine, so may I ask your name?" he spoke lowly. There was a small rumble in his throat as he spoke as though it were a soft growl. He saw my necklace dangling from my neck and read out my name. "Taeleah... seems you come with a collar." He chuckled. When he said my name I said nothing but a quiver caught my lip. He saw it and smirked again. He rose his hand and placed his thumb to my lip to smooth it over. Trailing it back and fourth... "Well," he started, "We will have much time to get to know eachother, seeing as you only have to two options." he grinned. Like. Hell.