Winter's Tale
AN: Swapping the locations (but not genderswapping). Makes sense, right? Calling this one Winter!verse
AU - SilMilish
Who? V + the lads
The winter, always cold, lasts forever in the Terran kingdom. On the clear freezing nights, citizens look to the sky - to the glowing moon and glittering planets - to the bright stars and magical comets. Legends tell of a civilization that lives in infinite summer upon the surface the white satellite. For generations, wisewomen have whispered of a meeting between the two kingdoms, but the Middle Eastern warrior maiden cannot be bothered with this gossip. In this time, in her world, she protects the Crown Princess from a number of threats. If men are going to float down from the heavens then she will face them with her nails and swords and magic.
A storm, fiercer than anything her seventeen Lunar cycles have seen previously, rages at Midwinter. Citizens of the kingdom cross themselves as they hear thunder and watch lighting split the sky among the furious blizzard of sharp sleet. The Middle Eastern champion, Minelle, looks to her Northern general and raises an eyebrow, but the brunette shakes her head - this is not her doing nor use of her power. Hairs on the back of neck prickling, Minelle walks towards her princess’s quarters, determined to make sure all is well. She strides faster, gathering speed until she reaches the great oak doors. Seeing them closed and locked, she breathes a sigh of relief. Retiring to her own rooms, Minelle attempts to fall asleep and slips into an uneasy state of unconsciousness.
The following morning, the world is blanketed in pristine white. Minelle, still wary - edgy, forces the rest of the guardians to remain behind as she journeys out into the forest that surrounds the great stone walls of the castle. Accompanied by the Queen’s guard, protected by her blood red cloak, she shivers under the many layers. They have not traveled far when they happen upon footprints - tiny, slippered marks barely imprinted on the snow.
Minelle’s heart stops.
The princess.
Unleashing her blades, she races forward.
She hears the growl before it is almost too late, wheeling around and pulling her blades out in the process. The wolf, stark white - ravenous - attacks. Too far ahead of the company, she is on her own, slashing and weaving, wishing her hands were free for magic. A scratch almost slices through her garment, but does not penetrate. Her opening - there! The killing blow finished, breathing heavily, steam rises from both her and her weapon, she looks up to realize she is no longer alone.
Four men have joined her - from where, she cannot guess. Keeping her blades drawn she looks at them and demands, “Where is she?”
They remain silent, until the tallest one, with hair as silver as the snow on the ground steps forward and says, “She is safe.”
“And how am I to trust you?”
“She with our prince. They have much to discuss.”
"Where are they?"
"In between."
Minelle moves forward with her swords and spits. She says, "Define 'in between.'"
At her action, they have closed in closer, but she does not feel fear. The man looks at her a long moment and finally replies, "Yours is such a young civilization. There is much you are not aware of."
"And how does this involve her?"
"You must know her power."
Minelle is aware of her young ward's energy - the silver force that surrounds Serenity speaks of untapped potential. Unwilling to give away much more, she nods.
"It is time they meet."
With nothing more to say, Minelle stands with the men, watching the snow gently filter down to Earth.
Inspiration for this piece by Cobalt Plasam (find original here).
AU - SilMilish
Who? V + the lads
The winter, always cold, lasts forever in the Terran kingdom. On the clear freezing nights, citizens look to the sky - to the glowing moon and glittering planets - to the bright stars and magical comets. Legends tell of a civilization that lives in infinite summer upon the surface the white satellite. For generations, wisewomen have whispered of a meeting between the two kingdoms, but the Middle Eastern warrior maiden cannot be bothered with this gossip. In this time, in her world, she protects the Crown Princess from a number of threats. If men are going to float down from the heavens then she will face them with her nails and swords and magic.
A storm, fiercer than anything her seventeen Lunar cycles have seen previously, rages at Midwinter. Citizens of the kingdom cross themselves as they hear thunder and watch lighting split the sky among the furious blizzard of sharp sleet. The Middle Eastern champion, Minelle, looks to her Northern general and raises an eyebrow, but the brunette shakes her head - this is not her doing nor use of her power. Hairs on the back of neck prickling, Minelle walks towards her princess’s quarters, determined to make sure all is well. She strides faster, gathering speed until she reaches the great oak doors. Seeing them closed and locked, she breathes a sigh of relief. Retiring to her own rooms, Minelle attempts to fall asleep and slips into an uneasy state of unconsciousness.
The following morning, the world is blanketed in pristine white. Minelle, still wary - edgy, forces the rest of the guardians to remain behind as she journeys out into the forest that surrounds the great stone walls of the castle. Accompanied by the Queen’s guard, protected by her blood red cloak, she shivers under the many layers. They have not traveled far when they happen upon footprints - tiny, slippered marks barely imprinted on the snow.
Minelle’s heart stops.
The princess.
Unleashing her blades, she races forward.
She hears the growl before it is almost too late, wheeling around and pulling her blades out in the process. The wolf, stark white - ravenous - attacks. Too far ahead of the company, she is on her own, slashing and weaving, wishing her hands were free for magic. A scratch almost slices through her garment, but does not penetrate. Her opening - there! The killing blow finished, breathing heavily, steam rises from both her and her weapon, she looks up to realize she is no longer alone.
Four men have joined her - from where, she cannot guess. Keeping her blades drawn she looks at them and demands, “Where is she?”
They remain silent, until the tallest one, with hair as silver as the snow on the ground steps forward and says, “She is safe.”
“And how am I to trust you?”
“She with our prince. They have much to discuss.”
"Where are they?"
"In between."
Minelle moves forward with her swords and spits. She says, "Define 'in between.'"
At her action, they have closed in closer, but she does not feel fear. The man looks at her a long moment and finally replies, "Yours is such a young civilization. There is much you are not aware of."
"And how does this involve her?"
"You must know her power."
Minelle is aware of her young ward's energy - the silver force that surrounds Serenity speaks of untapped potential. Unwilling to give away much more, she nods.
"It is time they meet."
With nothing more to say, Minelle stands with the men, watching the snow gently filter down to Earth.
Inspiration for this piece by Cobalt Plasam (find original here).