Chronicles of Leon I (Changeling)
(Pruitt asked me to post this in my IC LJ as I have one and he doesn't. I will be makeing more of these posts for anyone interested in Leon's history)
The night is not quite late as Robyn sits at her couch and Leon sits at her
feet. He rubs her slightly swollen feet for a while. Then he moves his
hands over her belly and talk into them, “Hello? Is anyone home? Jehovah’s
witness!”
He hugs around her belly a little and rests his head on her stomach,
“Where to start? What to say? November 12th, 2002. That was when it all
began. Well, it started a little before with strange acid flashbacks, or at
least what I thought were acid flashbacks. That was a creepy ass week. I
could feel these horrible portents of doom coming for me. I even bought a
.45 with sweet nickel plating on it waiting for… something to come at me.
“Then that day, November 12th, I ran into this troll kid who was giving
me a ride home from his high school, but we didn’t know what trolls and
ferrets were at the time. We’re pulling out of Hurricane Lane and the next
thing I notice, he’s this huge blue troll guy and he must have seen me as
the future pimp that I became. I figure ‘this is it! This is what I got
the gun for.’ and I start to dig for it in my old hoodie and he just jumps
out of the car as it reached the red light on 13th St.
“So this hard troll freaks out and jumps out of the truck and I’m
bearing down on an intersection and I had to yank the car off to the curb
and then I don’t think I ever saw that troll kid ever again. But that was
the weirdest of it all in this part of the endeavor.
“On November 12th was the night I became what I am; I became a fae god
in my own mind. I met this strange girl in a ghetto not far from where I
lost that troll on Hurricane Lane, and she handed me a golden apple. She
spoke barely above a whisper and told me to eat it. I figured after the
passed week of strange shit, a golden apple was the least of my worries… so
I ate it.
“Then like some strange and warm memory that I suddenly remembered from
what I was 4, I remembered that I was a pooka; master of chicanery, lies and
the seventh sea. I was here to rob the world blind and then laugh at it
afterwards when it went into chaos. And I existed to live my life the way I
wanted to. I was free beyond any mortal understanding; I was the dream of
every slacker in existence. I was free to do what I wanted, when I wanted.
I was Leon.
“Anastasia, the girl with the apples, became a sluagh and the world
around me had more meaning. The empty lot over off of 23rd Ave. was now a
freehold in the form of an ivy laced marble hand. And that really cool
costume shop that was down the road from where I squatted became with sweet
looking Fortress.
“But back to the ghetto where I’m waking up. So there I was
remembering who I was once again… in the ghetto. And I hear this girl
scream from down the road. So, not having any other impulse in the wonder
of my chrysalis, I ran for the scream. Sure enough was a girl and she was
being attacked by two guys. And behind the three of them was this ugly,
horrible beast with two heads. A two headed dragon, seriously. It was
watching the whole thing like sick pay-per-view viewing with a remote for
TeeVo and everything.
“As I notice this, I also notice a few other guys, guys who I
understood as fae as well. I could see their fae mien as clear as Cedar
Key. There was also this old woman walkin’ around with a golf club cane,
but I’ll get to her in a second. So me and Brightblade, Anastasia, that
Troll kid I lost, knocked those guys off of the girl and the dragon got mad.
It started to magic us. Later I will find out that this two headed beast
is offspring of she who must not be named. So after we took this nervosa’s
fun from it, we turned our attention at it and I started to bust caps into
it’s scaly ass. Brightblade took a huge chunk out of the jaw of one of the
heads. After it was wounded, it flew away to hide in its lair in the old
Energizer factory off of 441.
“So there we all our, a lot of us are still in shock from the flood of
new experience and then there is this little old lady with a black veil over
her face and the golf club cane in her hand. So I’m wondering what a little
old lady is doing in the ghetto. So… I take her where she’s going. That
Anastasia girl walked with me too. She had a strange grin on her face. I
didn’t understand until much later. So as I make small talk with this
little old lady and try to find out where she’s going, she’s talking at a
whisper too.
“So, we have an old sluagh woman’, I thought. Alright, take her to
where she’s going and then move on with life right after I figured out how
life was going. So Andy and Brightblade, Baron Staci, and some over folks
are all hanging out, talking about the dragon incident. People are bringing
up getting potting soil and making bombs out of it to throw at the dragon.
I’m hanging out with this old lady, making sure she’s alright and then next
thing I know, she casts off her black veil and she’s this really really hot
Sidhe woman. Then everything with a knee went down on it and I’m just
standing there not knowing what is going on.
“And that is how I met Queen Morganna of White Sands. That was the
beginning of it all.” and he runs his hand over Robyn’s swollen belly, “Many
years before any of this was ever dreamt of.”
The night is not quite late as Robyn sits at her couch and Leon sits at her
feet. He rubs her slightly swollen feet for a while. Then he moves his
hands over her belly and talk into them, “Hello? Is anyone home? Jehovah’s
witness!”
He hugs around her belly a little and rests his head on her stomach,
“Where to start? What to say? November 12th, 2002. That was when it all
began. Well, it started a little before with strange acid flashbacks, or at
least what I thought were acid flashbacks. That was a creepy ass week. I
could feel these horrible portents of doom coming for me. I even bought a
.45 with sweet nickel plating on it waiting for… something to come at me.
“Then that day, November 12th, I ran into this troll kid who was giving
me a ride home from his high school, but we didn’t know what trolls and
ferrets were at the time. We’re pulling out of Hurricane Lane and the next
thing I notice, he’s this huge blue troll guy and he must have seen me as
the future pimp that I became. I figure ‘this is it! This is what I got
the gun for.’ and I start to dig for it in my old hoodie and he just jumps
out of the car as it reached the red light on 13th St.
“So this hard troll freaks out and jumps out of the truck and I’m
bearing down on an intersection and I had to yank the car off to the curb
and then I don’t think I ever saw that troll kid ever again. But that was
the weirdest of it all in this part of the endeavor.
“On November 12th was the night I became what I am; I became a fae god
in my own mind. I met this strange girl in a ghetto not far from where I
lost that troll on Hurricane Lane, and she handed me a golden apple. She
spoke barely above a whisper and told me to eat it. I figured after the
passed week of strange shit, a golden apple was the least of my worries… so
I ate it.
“Then like some strange and warm memory that I suddenly remembered from
what I was 4, I remembered that I was a pooka; master of chicanery, lies and
the seventh sea. I was here to rob the world blind and then laugh at it
afterwards when it went into chaos. And I existed to live my life the way I
wanted to. I was free beyond any mortal understanding; I was the dream of
every slacker in existence. I was free to do what I wanted, when I wanted.
I was Leon.
“Anastasia, the girl with the apples, became a sluagh and the world
around me had more meaning. The empty lot over off of 23rd Ave. was now a
freehold in the form of an ivy laced marble hand. And that really cool
costume shop that was down the road from where I squatted became with sweet
looking Fortress.
“But back to the ghetto where I’m waking up. So there I was
remembering who I was once again… in the ghetto. And I hear this girl
scream from down the road. So, not having any other impulse in the wonder
of my chrysalis, I ran for the scream. Sure enough was a girl and she was
being attacked by two guys. And behind the three of them was this ugly,
horrible beast with two heads. A two headed dragon, seriously. It was
watching the whole thing like sick pay-per-view viewing with a remote for
TeeVo and everything.
“As I notice this, I also notice a few other guys, guys who I
understood as fae as well. I could see their fae mien as clear as Cedar
Key. There was also this old woman walkin’ around with a golf club cane,
but I’ll get to her in a second. So me and Brightblade, Anastasia, that
Troll kid I lost, knocked those guys off of the girl and the dragon got mad.
It started to magic us. Later I will find out that this two headed beast
is offspring of she who must not be named. So after we took this nervosa’s
fun from it, we turned our attention at it and I started to bust caps into
it’s scaly ass. Brightblade took a huge chunk out of the jaw of one of the
heads. After it was wounded, it flew away to hide in its lair in the old
Energizer factory off of 441.
“So there we all our, a lot of us are still in shock from the flood of
new experience and then there is this little old lady with a black veil over
her face and the golf club cane in her hand. So I’m wondering what a little
old lady is doing in the ghetto. So… I take her where she’s going. That
Anastasia girl walked with me too. She had a strange grin on her face. I
didn’t understand until much later. So as I make small talk with this
little old lady and try to find out where she’s going, she’s talking at a
whisper too.
“So, we have an old sluagh woman’, I thought. Alright, take her to
where she’s going and then move on with life right after I figured out how
life was going. So Andy and Brightblade, Baron Staci, and some over folks
are all hanging out, talking about the dragon incident. People are bringing
up getting potting soil and making bombs out of it to throw at the dragon.
I’m hanging out with this old lady, making sure she’s alright and then next
thing I know, she casts off her black veil and she’s this really really hot
Sidhe woman. Then everything with a knee went down on it and I’m just
standing there not knowing what is going on.
“And that is how I met Queen Morganna of White Sands. That was the
beginning of it all.” and he runs his hand over Robyn’s swollen belly, “Many
years before any of this was ever dreamt of.”