I am not safe. That, I am sure of.

I'm either asleep or unconscious--something in my brain tells me that. The world around me is simply murky blackness, with no texture or shape. Through the blackness, I can feel the room swaying and rocking around me, though that might just be my mind. 

I try to pull myself out of this state, and wake myself up, but the effort is exhausting. I slip further into unconsciousness, the shaking room and the floor beneath me fading away. I can hear a weak voice, now--it speaks Fae, desperate and shrill. It's screaming to be saved.

I try to listen to it, to focus on its words, but everything comes into focus again. There is a cold floor beneath me, and the room really is rocking back and forth. The darkness fades, my eyes open, and I'm awake.

The first thing I see is the ceiling above me, which is obviously made of some sort of metal. The room is still rocking back and forth. It takes me a moment to realize where I am--a train. 

"Sorry about that. I thought you'd wake up sooner." A voice mumbles. I sit up. Sitting on a stack of boxes in the corner of the room is Rita, seeming...oddly apologetic. It hits me. "Oh my g--you--did you kidnap me?" I blurt.

She shrugs, rubbing her hand on her jeans. Foundation immediately smudges on them. "Sorry. I don't speak Fae, I kinda needed you." She stated calmly. "Why do you need me? Why do you need someone to speak Fae anyway!? You're not just a secretary, are you?!" I questioned, words practically pouring from my mouth.

"Look. That Fae? Your little hospital can't do anything for her. But, where I'm taking you...the people there, they can help." She explains, still casually perched atop the boxes. I flinch. "What--by train? What are you--"

She sighs. "Look. Ever heard of Trenston?" She asked calmly. "Tren--that's the site of the dragon rampage." I immediately realize. "I was literally one when that happened. Nobody lives there, nobody has--" I begin.

She laughs. "Oh, just you wait, Fae-girl." 

Do the Fae have names? I would assume so... so I'm going to name this one Raea after one of my D&D characters.

-- Raea --

I flit around the greenhouse, watching all the proceedings with awe. I've mostly recovered from my illness, so I'm likely to return home soon, but I actually really enjoy staying here. The humans are all very kind, especially the translator - Ellie. But even more than them, what I enjoy about the fairy hospital is how much is going on and how much there is to observe.

Observing is what I'm doing when I see the black-dressed human (Rita?) do something to Ellie. Grabbing her around the neck, Rita hauls her out of the building. Shrieking, I call my fellow Fae - "Ellie was taken! The secretary took her!"

We swarm together and bombard the nearest attendant, who looks at us confusedly. We stumble with awkward English to explain to him what happened. "Ellie - Rita - Draconic-"

"Ellie and Rita speak Draconic?"

"No - Rita - Draconic - bad - Ellie"

"Rita speaks Draconic?"

"Yes! Rita - bad - gone-"

"She was bad and now she's gone?"

The conversation continues in such manner for quite a long time, causing me to miss Ellie even more. I impatiently fly up into the sky to try to find Ellie and Rita. Of course, however, they're long gone.

*wheezes as I stand back up* Wow, I didn't know tackle hugs had so much tackle in them.

Anyways, here's my charrie.

Name:  Oksana Cyzarine

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Appearance: Pretty short, only about five feet. Twenty three years old. She has small blue eyes. Her hair has been dyed platinum blonde, although it used to be dark brown. Her skin is coffee toned, so medium dark. She doesn't usually wear shoes, preferring to go barefoot. She wears tan cargo pants with iron on patches all over them. She wears a plain white tanktop. Her hair is used tied back in a messy ponytail with a piece of wire or a strip of leather. Sometimes she wears a dark blue baseball cap.

Personality: She's quite shy and probably has serious social anxiety problems and maybe even a little paranoia. She prefers to be alone most of the time. She is extremely smart. She likes to make little robots, and she makes wooden houses and furniture for the faes.

Job: She works as the hospital's technician and is a part time security guard as well.

Other: She's actually Russian and has a heavy Russian accent. Many people have troubles understanding her because of this. She can speak nymph but she isn't very good at it. 

I'm glad people actually like this! It makes me happy :p

Trenston was a lovely little mountain town, or so I'm told. What it lacked in originality (the houses were apparently bland suburban style), it made up for in scenery. There had been beautiful views and an abundance of flowers...

I remember thinking that if I had the chance to see them, I would. Now that day has come, and I can't even imagine surviving today. 

The train begins to slow. Rita (if that's even her name) looks thoughtful now. "Do you understand everything I told you?" She asks, seeming (still) calm. I swallow nervously. "No. You just kidna--"

"I think abducted is a better word, but you're not the only one I took." She says. A blink later and she's reaching for her bag and opening it, then beckoning me over to see. 

The bag has been carefully prepared, with all types of fabrics and mesh. She lifts a square of mesh, and -- "You took the patient?!" My voice is shrill as I stare down at the black-diseased fae, curled up weakly inside the bag. She sighs. 

The train slows more as she talks. "Quite a unique disease she's got. Word spread fast." Rita explains as she readjusts her purse. "I heard what happened and I knew I had to get to her before she was out in some 'professional's office." Rita stands up, walking toward the train door. "I know people who know exactly what this is--they can help before it gets stronger."  She begins toying with the bar holding the door up.

A lump forms in my throat. "She'll die without help." I try, wishing I was better at persuasion. Rita twists at one of the wheels on the cargo door. "This is help. More than she'll ever get from them." Rita states, her voice casual yet oh-so-certain. "Have you seen anything like this disease before?" She asks.

I swallow. "Well, no, but--" I begin. "Trust me, Rrial. This is for her good." She says smoothly, using a pet name I've never heard.

The train stops. My heart practically stops. Reality continues--a reality I can't help but fear.

Here's my charrie!

Name: Corrin Von Avon

Gender: Female

Age: Older juvenile

Species: Corrupted Fae (A Fae that has been changed in some way by foreign, most likely dark, magic)

Appearence: Corrin has very fair skin, with green ocean eyes and brown hair that obviously used to be blonde. Her limbal rings pulse with her heart beat. She wears a black tank top with a hood and jeans. Always barefoot. Her wings are huge and black, shaped like some sort of dark butterfly's wings, but made of leathery skin and covered in tiny scales, like a dragon's. Corrin is average height, her body curved and strong. She watches. Everything. Literally everything. She is always on high alert. She wears a backpack with highly adjustable straps. In this she carries a sketch pad.

Personality: As I've said, Corrin is always on high alert. She's watchful, quick and quiet on her feet, and is slow to trust. However, once you have earned her trust, she is extremely loyal, brave, courageous, open, friendly, and caring. However, if you have made the grave mistake of wronging her, she will hold you to it forever until you've made it right. The stakes are higher if you've hurt someone she loves.

Background: Corrin was cursed by dragon magic after her parents (who also died because of the curse) killed a dragon in her defense. This magic turned her wings black and gives her mild to severe burning pain in her wings every time she tries not to speak Draconic. The severity of the pain depends on what other language she is trying to speak, the most painful for her is, unfortunately, Fae. It hurts so much that her wings will be crippled for a minute after she finishes speaking Fae. Fotunately, writing in other languages doesn't hurt her, which is why she always carries a sketch pad.

Other: HIGHLY OPEN TO SHIPPING WITH GUYS!! Also, Corrin can speak Draconic, Human, and Fae. She can speak human because she was raised by a human mother until her mother realized she was Corrupted.

I've been stalking this for awhile now, and I've gotta say, it sparked my interest and it's really cool so far. I plan on jumping in with a character at some point, if that's alright. I'm just waiting for the optimal time.

Also, I think I'd like Oksana to discover that the reason she's bad at speaking nymph is because she actually has the ability to speak Draconic, but I'd like Oksana to be oblivious to that fact for a while.

Oksana-- 

Oksana sat in a tall leather swivel chair, a blanket wrapped around her. The blanket was light blue with flowers embroidered all over it. At the bottom was sewn with golden thread, "Ot babushki", which is Russian for "From Grandma."

In front of her was a messy, large desk. It had the two computers that displayed what the security cameras were seeing, Oksana's laptop that was covered in stickers, a little bonsai cherry tree, many papers, Oksana's cellphone, a cup of pens and pencils, and a small mug painted to look like the Russian flag. The mug was filled with lemon tea. 

Oksana was typing up a report of the strange thing she'd recently seen on the security computers. She had been watching videos of horse racing on her phone when she heard something strange from the computer. There was a voice that sounded both smooth and rough, soft and loud. It had sounded like Draconic.

Oksana left out the part about she almost felt that  if had been a little louder... Well she felt like it was oddly familiar.

She'd just emailed it to her boss when someone quickly opened her door to her office.

"Ms. Cyazine, um, sorry to excuse you, but did you see Ellie, the translator, being kidnapped on those security computers?" It was a young boy, one of the ones that worked in the Fae garden.

" Err--um, no, but I can--"

"Nono, it's fine, sorry, I should be going." He left and  Oksana was instantly afraid that she must have sounded stupid or something . Did I put Ellie's life in danger by not paying attention? She wondered.

Anxiety ate away at her insides, and she wrapped the blanket closer around  herself. Oh, I hope one of the other security guards can offer more information... She thought, worried.

~~~ 

The train has been still for minutes now. Rita tenses, hearing something that I do not, and holds a finger to her lips, glaring in my direction. I flinch. 

Metal screeches suddenly, along with a cacophony of grinding noises. Rita grimacesgrimaces, but it's not quite over--someone pounds on the door, muttering to themself. "Broken again? You've gotta be..." The pounding stops and their voice fades away.

Rita springs to life, toying with the cargo door this way and that. It slides open. "Hurry up and get out." She mutters. "They'll only be gone for so long. "

I slip out of the train. She follows me, swinging her bag back and forth innocently. The bag she shoved a Faerie into. "Just follow me. And don't think about running off--though, I'd like to see what they'd do to some teen sneaking into the trainyard."

She grabs my wrist and pulls me away from a security camera. "Hurry up."

Corrin~

My black wings wave slowly, barely stirring the air.

"Hurry up!" The more aggressive girl shoves the other against a wall, inching her way towards an opening. I hold back a growl. I glance at the sack as the aggressive one lets it down, checking on the contents. I gasp when I spy the Fae inside, and my throat catches tightly. For a moment, I can't breathe. The black spots covering her skin... They're my fault.

~

Not sure what I'm doing with this. I was thinking that the Corruption in Corrin affected the Fae... *GASP* WHAT IF THE FAE WAS CORRIN'S SISTER AND okay I may need a new post to explain my thoughts. What do you guys think? 

Trainyard. Wall. Field. Open space. 

We walk for a while. She gets more and more agressive as we do--constantly trying to convince me that this is for the Fae's good. I try to believe it, I really do.

The mountains get closer as we walk, her constantly beside me with no escape. I keep looking for a way, somewhere to go, but the fact remains that she still has the Fae in her bag and there's nothing I can do.

As we near the mountains, I can see what must have once been houses dotted all over the scenery. I can already see some deformities in them from this distance, and I'd bet some of them are complete ruins. Rita smiles when she sees them, though, and that makes me dread nearing them even more.

But we never reach them.

Before we can, a large shadow passes overhead. I freeze, then look up--straight at a--a--dragon. 

I've never seen a dragon before. Who in their right mind would? ...Though, they are kind of interesting, now that I stare at one of the deadly creatures. This one has silver scales, each interwoven perfectly on its skin, and a set of wicked teeth it reveals when its mouth opens.

It spirals lazily toward the ground, speaking a singsong Draconic as it goes. 

*aand Igtg*