The battle of will is the hardest and most brutal of all. Depending on the circumstance it might very well leave you broken and bleeding, though never a physical wound to be seen. A shell, perhaps, in the worst occasion.
I must know, since I"ve been fighting this battle for the better part of my life, between my human part and the Fee–or Unseelie.
The dejected, kind part and the revengeful monster.
I don"t always win. Or my human side, who I like to think is the one on the driver"s seat. But occasionally, that ugly raging side of me, the thing I try to keep buried deep inside wins the upper hand-and heads start rolling. Of course, the Unseelie inside is cunning and clever and when my human takes over again, it tries consoling me what I did–what it did–it had been for my own good.
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