Okay, this started out when I was trying to write a story for Patreon (Legends and Myths, Fae Apoc) and sort of failed, but I had this idea about the Council (the ruling body of the "Good Guys" fae, the Shenera Enderaei, the Children of the Law), inherently having no authority to do what they do. And since I've played with the idea of Cloverleaf/Boom/Cya facing down the Council before...
This is set some long time after the founding of Cloverleaf, and is non-canon.
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“We are here to see how well you are abiding by the regulations of the Council. Your position as a pro facto dictator here raises a red flag in our books, and we will be here until we have passed judgement or removed you from power.”
Cya looked at the people in front of her. She looked at the woman standing to her left. “This is a ‘Man on the Moon’ situation,” she told the woman.
The woman nodded and vanished. Cya smiled. The expression was small, polite, restrained. People who knew her the best - and only them - knew that it meant she was absolutely furious.
The space of three heartbeats passed. “I do not acknowledge your authority to judge me,” she told the people calmly.
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