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    It was almost as if the more she moved away from the portal, the more things changed. That, or the plant life here was subtly shifting and changing before Celia's eyes. Whatever the case may be, the world around her seemed to become more and more phantasmal as she moved away from the portal, under the prelude of searching for her knight. Still, she found herself becoming more and more distracted by the changing scenery as she moved, until all thoughts of her search - and a time constraint - had been pushed to the back of her mind.

    Even if she had been totally focused, Celia likely wouldn't have seen the knight, now that he had dedicated himself to hiding. When he lunged out and caught her by the wrist, the girl practically jumped out of her skin, letting out a soft cry of alarm. Memories of her family and their punishments immediately ran through her mind, and the knight's grip suddenly felt like a ring of fire around her wrist. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and Celia could feel her pulse racing, pounding in her ears and chest both. Almost on reflex, she reached out and grabbed his arm with her free hand, before tugging and pulling desperately, trying to get away. Her efforts quickly proved to be fruitless, though, given Rowan's strength.

    After a few seconds Celia seemed to realise where she actually was, and calmed a little. She stopped fighting back against Rowan so much, and instead glanced up at him. She didn't expect the sheer anger in his eyes, the force with which he spoke, and flinched slightly. With her gaze fixated upon his face, she remained unaware of the fact that the gateway had already vanished.

    "I'm sorry! I just...wanted to see you again. One last time, before you had to go. To see for myself that you were okay, after the state I found you in yesterday, and to thank you for the gifts" she muttered softly. When had she started crying? Celia wasn't quite sure. Not the ugly, heaving sobs one might expect, though. Just a few solitary tears, rolling down her cheeks. When she spoke again, her voice was softer still, barely more than a whisper.

    "You're the first sign I've ever received that I'm not crazy. I couldn't just let you walk away"

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    Celia's words made the anger in his eyes faulter for a brief moment. She wanted to see him again? He supposed he shouldn't be too surprised. While most humans shied away from the supernatural, it wasn't every night that someone had a run in with the Fae. But still, the earnest tone in her voice made him pause and wonder if it was something more. His grip softened slightly and suddenly Rowan sucked in a breath at the sight of the girl's tears.

    Slowly Rowan released his grip from her wrist completely and instead brought his hand near her cheek. Tentatively, he brushed one glistening tear from her warm cheek, catching it on his knuckle with a look of wonder. Rowan examined the tiny droplet on the edge of his finger for a moment, before lifting his gaze to meet Celia's glassy blue eyes. In that moment he wondered if he'd ever seen anything as stunning. But the reality of thier predicament drew him back to his senses and he dropped his hand away, which slowly curled into a fist.

    "You don't know what you've done. You humans... blindly waltzing into Faery, like a moth becoming ensnared in a spider's web. You don't even know you're trapped until it's too late." He said darkly with a deep frown. Perhaps some humans could find thier way out on thier own, but the chances of doing so unharmed were slim. But then so were the chances of finding a way out at all. And a mortal like Celia... Well, she should count her blessings that it was he who found her first. "You have to leave here... right away." He said, though he had no idea how she would do that. Rowan turned sharply, noticing the pixie was still there and quickly realizing that this was likely her doing. "You... You brought her here, now you take her back. Immediately!" The pixie flinched and ducked behind a young tree with powder pink blossoms. "I couldn't possibly~" The pixie said sheepishly. "And besides, the girl came all this way to see you, and you send her off so soon?"

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    Celia withdrew her wrist when the knight finally released it, using her free hand to massage where his fingers had dug into her skin gently. She tensed up briefly when he brushed her cheek, turning her attention back to Rowan good and proper. Totally oblivious to the scrutiny she was under - or the exact nature of it, at the very least - she met the knight's eye, trying to discern something of his thoughts. The scowl on his face seemed as illegible to Celia as any fae text might have been, however, providing her with virtually no insight. As soon as he spoke, however, his words made his opinion of the situation abundantly clear.

    "...trapped?"

    She spoke softy, but the word was heavy on her tongue, and Celia's expression quickly darkened as the implications of what he suggested sunk in. Whilst her life was hardly the most pleasant and enjoyable, the idea of being trapped in a foreign world with no way to return was hardly a comforting one. Whilst Rowan suggested that she was stuck here, however, the words he spoke to the pixie seemed to suggest otherwise. Despite the argument, some part of her mind registered just how eager Rowan seemed to be to get rid of her, too. Did he really see her presence here as such a bad thing? A thought for another time, when there were wasn't another, more urgent topic hanging over her head.

    "What do you mean, trapped? I'll be able to get back, won't I?" she questioned, her voice soft. A hint of concern had started to creep into her voice, betraying the worry building beneath the surface. She glanced back and forth between the pixie and the knight both, as if waiting for either one to help her. To confirm or deny this new, dreadful suspicion. "I know where the gate is, and the way back home from there. So what's to stop me from just walking back?"

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    Rowan closed his eyes, in an attempt to compose himself it seemed, before he looked up at the lady slowly. His expression was a bit grim as she suggested just going back the way they'd come. But of course she wouldn't understand. So he stepped back and guestured to the 'portal' they'd just come through. "Go on then... See for yourself." He said simple, watching the mortal girl.

    The two trees were still there, however, in the short time that she'd been in Faery, the shadows had moved and were no longer connected. And if Celia were to walk between them again, she would see nothing except more unfamiliar woods stretching out before her. Rowan watched her with a stoic expression, studying her face when she would discover the truth of her situation.

    "There are other ways of returning to the mortal realm, but they are few and far between. And time works differently here... What might seem like hours here could be days or even weeks in your world." He explained. "The pixie brought you here, she will bring you back." Rowan added sternly, staring down the little faery until she cowered. He then turned, starting to walk away, his steps almost silent.

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    The girl was silent for a moment as the knight gestured back towards said gate, quite content to let her simply walk away now. She hesitated for just a moment, put off slightly by his casual nonchalance. Was Rowan really so confident that she was trapped here now? Or was he simply eager to put this discussion behind him and be on his way? Either way, this was really not at all how she had pictured their final goodbyes playing out. Squaring her shoulders, she decided that she was better off simply testing it out for herself either way. If he was so eager to be rid of her, then fine.

    Without another word, she turned and strode back the way she had come, towards the archway. She stepped through it in much the same manner as she had before, fully expecting the forest to transform back into the more mundane version she knew. After a quick glance around, however, it quickly became apparent that wasn't the case. The shifting colours were just as entrancing as before, but now their continuing show hinted at a much more sinister truth. Panic started to build in Celia's chest, and she quickly spun to face the way she had just come. She could still see both Rowan and the pixie, and whilst her knowledge of these things was limited, that seemed like a very bad sign.

    "I..."

    The girl started to speak, before cutting herself off. Did that mean she might return that years had passed? For the third time in less than two days, Celia wanted to try. Still, didn't that make it all the more important that she get back as soon as possible? Doing her best to keep her voice from cracking, she threw a glance over at the pixie.

    "You can do it, right? Find another way to take me home?" she asked, almost pleading with the small, winged creature.

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    "Ooh... Perhaps, but it is quite trecherous for a mortal to travel across Faery alone, and I'm but a wee pixie." The little creature fluttered around almost nervously between words. Though Rowan wasn't at all surprised by the pixie's answer. But he wouldn't be held responsible for this mortal woman... He couldn't. Even if she had saved his life, he had already offered her a fair payment. If she was foolish enough to follow him here, then she could figure her own way out.

    Though even if that's what he'd decided, there was still something nagging in the back of his mind. He ignored it however, turning away from the girl and the pixie, starting on his own path. There was the chance the girl would simply try to follow him, but losing her here would be easy.

    That nagging thought came back again, telling him that the girl would never make it on her own. She was far too naive of the way of Faery despite having the Sight. But that was none of his concern, he reminded himself, never slowing his steps.

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    The pixie's answer was considerably less encouraging than Celia had been hoping for, and did little for her confidence in Rowan's plan to get her back home, which had seemed somewhat lacklustre to begin with. Distressed, Celia's emotions were little more than a volatile mixture of anger and fear. She wanted to demand if the pixie had known this was going to happen, or try and berate her. It would make her feel better, perhaps, but beyond that, such action felt rather...well, pointless. It wouldn't change the facts of her situation. Celia took a deep breath, tried to get control of herself the same way she did after her father's beatings, and forced herself to settle down and actually think about her situation.

    Rowan seemed glad to be rid of her. But Celia still had the favour that he owed her, and the token that could supposedly summon him. She didn't want to use that here and now, if possible, but it did suggest that the strange knight had felt some sort of debt towards her. Besides, Rowan could have just walked off without demanding anything of the pixie, but had felt compelled to try regardless. Did he feel some sort of lingering responsibility? Perhaps she could use that.

    After a few moments of thought, Celia glanced in the direction that Rowan had gone. After just a brief hesitation, she set out after him - moving at a jog as she tried to catch up as quickly as possible. Once she had done so, Celia quickly fell into step beside him, trying her best to match Rowan's pace, and threw a glance at his face.

    "Are you totally certain that little pixie can be trusted to get me home? She's the one who got me into this mess, and has already tricked me into a...into a deal once" she asked, her voice more than a little apprehensive. Her eyes remained fixated on his face, searching for any sort of sympathy. "She certainly doesn't think she can do it. What if we run into whatever it was that injured you to begin with?"

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    He could hear her footsteps suddenly following behind him, racing to catch up, and he closed his eyes with a heavy breath. It seemed that she wasn't about to give up so easily. But of course... This woman was strong willed, more so than any other mortal he'd met.

    He ignored Celia's gaze, amber eyes fixed ahead on the path he was headed. "That's no concern of mine. Perhaps next time you'll learn not to allow yourself to be tricked so easily... And by a pixie no less." He said indifferently, though there seemed to be a glimmer of something in those golden hued eyes of his. However, her next comment seemed to capture his attention.

    Without warning, Rowan stopped dead in his tracks, turning to look at the young woman. "They were after me..." He said simply, though it seemed he was still considering what she'd said. She should be more afraid of him and the other Unseelie, and yet the idea of Celia being taken in by the Seelie court did not sit well with him at all. "What would I get out it? Dragging a human through Faery when you know nothing of this realm nor the Fair Folk. You're liable to slow me down... endanger us both." He challenged.

    It was true that he owed her his life, but he'd already made a deal to repay her for her compassion. It was up to Celia if she wished to use his favor at this time or not. The pixie hovered nearby, waiting with baited breath.

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    Celia did her best to keep pace with the taller knight while he spoke, doing her best to keep up despite his longer stride. She had to power walk to manage it, but that wasn't going to stop the stubborn human woman from trying her hardest. Whilst the knight kept his gaze focused on the road ahead, Celia's attention was fixated almost entirely on Rowan's face, instead of where she was walking. On any other day she would likely have realised how striking he looked in profile, but Celia had other priorities at the moment.

    When the knight finally stopped and turned to face her properly, Celia tipped her head back just enough to meet his gaze, her mouth set in a determined line. After how her day had gone so far, there was no way she was giving up easily. Her only hope was convincing Rowan to escort her, and she wasn't going to give up and let him walk away without a fight.

    "You speak of the pixie with such contempt. If she was able to trick me, then what hope do I have against your kin, even if I'm aware of the threat they pose?" she questioned, tilting her head to the side a little. She was belittling herself a tad, perhaps, but that was an afterthought at a time like this. She was well used to being thought little of, and perhaps here that could work to her advantage. Still, when he asked what he would gain from such a partnership, she fell silent for a moment. She finally turned her gaze away from his, allowing her eyes to roam the forest for a moment, as if she might find the answer written amongst the leaves.

    Her first instinct was to offer him a favour in return, but his earlier warning was still fresh in her mind. Similarly, she knew she could call in her favour from him, but...well, why waste such a valuable thing, if there was still a chance she could convince him the old-fashioned way? Still, she had no idea what she was willing to give that he could possibly want.

    "If you do run into trouble again, wouldn't it be better to have an ally by your side? I might not be much of a fighter, I admit, but you know full well that I need your expertise. There's no doubting that I have a vested interest in keeping you alive" she answered, finally turning her attention back towards him good and proper. Her expression was just as determined as before, but there was something else now, too. A tiny glimmer of hope had crept into her gaze. "And if I do start to slow you down, then you can simply leave me behind. You lose nothing by simply letting me try"

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    Rowan stared down at Celia, though it was impossible to tell if he was considering her words or ignoring them and simply waiting for her to finish. He tensed a little, wondering if she would call on his favor after all and he would be left with no choice but to see it through. However, Celia surprised him yet again.

    He gave an exasperated sigh, abruptly turning away from those crystal blue eyes, looking for anything else to focus his gaze on while he thought. She wanted to be his ally? Yet she wanted nothing in return... As she said, he had nothing to lose. Not that it was as simple as walking towards another doorway.

    Rowan glanced back over his shoulder at the golden-haired woman once more, his hand tightening into a fist at his side. Was he really considering this? As she had said, if it became too much of a burden, he could simply leave her behind... But why couldn't he just bring himself to do so now, save himself the time and the hassle in the first place? That was really the thing that troubled him.

    Finally his hand released and he turned to her with a reluctant sigh. "Very well... I will lead you as far as I am able... to find a pathway back into the human realm. Otherwise, you are on your own. And for as long as you are in my company, you will do as I tell you. Do you understand?"

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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