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kudzumacSummary:
Well, that sounds nice and cryptic, I think...Two worlds, and the series of events that led to their eventual interaction...
Anyway, the first event is... a trial.
An unknown amount of time ago, on another world...
Which is another way of saying "A long time ago in a/an x far, far away..."
The Prisoner with wild, white hair and black clothes grunted in pain as the giant, rune covered and seemingly stone bodied and ugly giant known as a Spriggan forced him to the ground.
Ok! Time to explain what a Spriggan is... let's look to Wikipedia and find out!
A spriggan, a singular borrowed from the Cornish plural spyryjyon 'spirits' is a legendary creature known from Cornish faery lore. Spriggans are particularly associated with West Penwith in Cornwall.
According to The English Dialect Dictionary (1905), spriggans were apparently related to the trolls of Scandinavia. Spriggans were depicted as grotesquely ugly, wizened old men with large child-like heads. They were said to be found at old ruins, cairns, and barrowsguarding buried treasure. Although small, they were usually considered to be the ghosts of giants,with the ability to swell to enormous size. They were also said to act as fairy bodyguards.
Spriggans were notorious for their unpleasant dispositions, and delighted in working mischief against those who offended them. They raised sudden whirlwinds to terrify travellers, sent storms to blight crops, and sometimes stole away mortal children, leaving their ugly changelings in their place. They were blamed if a house was robbed or a building collapsed, or if cattle were stolen. In one story, an old woman got the better of a band of spriggans by turning her clothing inside-out (turning clothing supposedly being as effective as holy water or iron in repelling fairies) to gain their loot.They were sometimes associated with the underground spirits called knockers who could often be heard working in tin mines.
So, I guess the author knows her stuff, or at least did some research, that's good to know. Also, here's probably what she was going for in terms of imagery: 
The Prisoner's hands and neck were bound by shackles, while the bailiff of this makeshift court within a forest clearing held tightly onto the chain that connected them. To add injury to this insult of a trial, the Prisoner could also feel his manhood kicked repeatedly by the thorn covered boot of a rather foul-mouthed fairy.
So, I guess this trial is just a bit of a pain in the ass to the prisoner here.
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Er... let's continue.
He assumed his assailant probably came from a brier as he ignored the tiny attacker and instead focused on the Four Judges seated infront
needs to be "in front"
of him, while the fifth spot on the bench remained empty as their bastard of a leader was most likely running late for some stupid reason.
I'm starting to think that perhaps this part is from the Prisoner's PoV.
To the far left, was a large man in a kilt that had a dark body that seemed to be made of Obsidian and hair that happened to be literal flames. While the Prisoner didn't know what kind of fae Aedan Peadar was, he did, however, know that Aedan was not only frightening in appearance to the prisoner, but personal experience had led him to know that this judge had frightening power as well. After all, The Prisoner was quite lucky to survive the attack Aedan had performed with just a step, while the rest of his army was decimated during the recent war. Of course, as the glaring prisoner in black saw Aedan glare right back at him, he quickly moved his gaze to the smiling man next to him.
First Judge, and I'm just imagining Akuma from the Street Fighter games with much darker skin fire hair like Hades from Disney's Hercules and a kilt. I... can probably imagine why the prisoner here is scared of this guy, if it's a much more demonic Akuma in appearance.
The second judge, Rio, was handsome enough with his shaggy brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and nice clothes, but the prisoner knew full well that under the large hat he wore, that Rio was hiding a blow hole. As the second judge was, in reality, an "Encantado" or a pink river dolphin that could shapeshift into a man and had a habit of kidnapping people to bed with in his underwater domain, or worse, turn them into more Encantado. While Rio normally went after women, even the Prisoner on trial this day considered the vile fae to be a worse criminal than himself. After all, while he was being tried and punished for trying to undo the work these judges did to try and "fix Fae Society for the better," he at least never tried to force himself onto a woman in mind and body like Rio would have. Not to mention that in the Prisoner's mind, the blasted dolphin had the worst temper of the lot, considering that anyone who rejected him would be enchanted into joining him anyway, while those that tried to protect a poor woman from him would be cursed with insanity, illness or even death!
Yeah... checked the wiki, and once again, the Author did the research. Boto Encantados are Brazilian magic pink river dolphins that do all that stuff to people.
Why Rio Golfinho was made a judge for this trial was something the Prisoner did not wish to think about, though the way the dolphin leered at the female faeries that were gathered in the clearing as part of the gallery made him pray that the monster would get his just desserts.
The Prisoner, sharing the sentiments of a sane reader.
Deciding to move on before his rage made him want to strangle the perverted bastard, the Prisoner then looked towards the third judge that was seated- a pink haired male fae in red clothes and a crown of white roses, while his back bore butterfly wings that seemed ethereal as they were translucent closer to where they joined at the shoulder only to become as clear as glass along their length. The floral faerie's kind green eyes and expression made him look rather attractive, though the Prisoner simply flinched at that thought and immediately assumed that it was mostly for women. After all, a man like himself had no business being attracted to a mere Rose Faerie like Salvador Spectralis Ghostwing.
That name there sounds like a D&D generated name... Also, he sounds pretty... and it looks like he can make even the guys want him.
From what the Prisoner could recall about the fae, it was said that Ghostwing was born from a nobleman's garden, where a rose bush that was the pride and joy of that noble one year produced blooms that were clear as uncolored glass. Of course, early on in Ghostwing's life, he was much, much smaller than the man-sized fae he was now until somehow, he had managed to gain new power. The rumor was that it was because he took vengeance on a murderer, but personally, the Prisoner didn't believe that story. However, as he didn't exactly have time to contemplate what the truth might have been, he just hesitantly turned his glare towards the fourth Judge.
The story mentioned is a summarized version of Hans Christian Andersen's The Rose Elf. Or at least the author's interpretation since I don't recall a clear rose in it...
Calina Zavriel, a lovely woman with long black hair, a blue sari over a white gown, pale green wings resembling those of a luna moth, and finally eyes as blue as a clear sky on a sunny day. She was once a faerie godmother under the old empire, and once, the Prisoner had been in love with her. However, with the loss of her rank upon the discovery of her preference for sleeping with monsters, and the children she bore them, he was not just heartbroken, but he didn't even believe it until he saw her five children. The eldest was the son of a wind demon, Calina's second born was the daughter of some sort of spider-monster from the Usaginaba Isles known as a "Su-Chee-Goo-Mo" from what he had been told. Though he had also seen the two younger children were twins fathered by a Leviathan of all things, at the moment only Calina's third child was present for the trial- a red haired boy with golden eyes, claws like a lion, leathery wings and the tail of a scorpion. As the Manticore-sired middle son was standing by the bench to be close to his mother rather than sit in the gallery, the Prisoner didn't even need to think too long on what the glare he gained from the child was even about.
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Uh.... next?
Suddenly, he was forced to rise to his feet by the Spriggan Bailiff, as the final judge had finally arrived- a man with long, white hair hanging freely, leather boots on his feet, long pointed ears and a rather casual looking outfit consisting of a plain violet shirt with brown pants. Of course, as those icy blue eyes of the leader of this new fae society locked with the Prisoner's own mismatched pair in green and brown, he knew full well who this late arrival was and his hatred seethed as he growled.
"Puck, 
(Oh come on, y'all were thinking it too, right?)
you blasted traitor." the Prisoner then said to the white haired fae lazily resting his boots on top of the bench while leaning back in his chair and also getting the Judge's attention, "Why did you destroy our unified empire and send our people into chaos!?"
Ooh! I sense an info dump!~
"Unified my ass." Puck said bluntly as he rolled his eyes, "Bowie,
Bowie?
Our prisoner and POV character is named Bowie? Is... Is he going to be a Labyrinth reference?
honestly. The Blue Faerie Empire was hell for the Fae. Only Godmothers could interact with humans and had to play nice to keep their power and rank. The rest of us? We had to hide in the shadows and were forced to be weak and unable to fight back while that blue hag kept most of the power for herself while only spreading a fraction of it among her Godmothers. She had forced us into a situation where things had to go a certain way or else in her mind one's 'story' would not end happily. This, combined with the propaganda that tyrant spread about 'only Godmothers may use magic on humans,' or 'Changelings are only used by traitors to the empire to cause trouble,' that 'mischief was frowned upon for a proper fae' and worst of all, that 'No fae can naturally gain power outside their rank, as it is impossible in the first place since magic can only be given or stolen' forced so many restrictions upon us as a fun loving race, that we were frightened to fight alongside the rebels that cropped up!"
Sounds like an attempt at a dystopia, with change winning out for the better. Also, damn, the Blue Faerie was a character that helped Pinocchio as I recall, but here? She was a tyrant? Damn... I... have no idea what to say about that.
As Puck stood and continued his speech, the other fae present listened intently while the prisoner, Bowie, merely glared at the man taking center stage.
"But we know now that the Blue Faerie's word was false, that her idea of a 'natural order' was not our way at all! We aren't an orderly empire of boring, strict, black and white views of rules, ranks, and regulations! We are tricksters, thieves, mischief makers, travelers, givers of blessings and curses, fun loving and most importantly, rather chromatic in my opinion."
Oh my god, the author used Puck to make a joke about black/white and blue/orange morality, didn't she?
Puck then finished as all but Bowie himself cheered for the bowing, wingless fae who just hovered off the ground. Of course, watching Puck return to his seat and replacing his boots onto the bench with a smile, Bowie said nothing in response as he just heard the main judge add, "Now, with that out of the way let's get on with the trial, shall we? In fact, Aedan? Why don't you remind us all of why we're gathered here today?"
With that said, Aedan nodded as he rose from his seat, and held out a scroll to read from as his deep, intimidating voice rang out in a cold, emotionless tone that contrasted harshly with his fiery appearance.
"We are gathered here today, to judge the goblin who calls himself the Dark King, Bowie.
Oh, so Bowie's the villain... ain't that a bit disrespectful?
Former general of the Blue Faerie Empire, an ascended fae
What's an Ascended fae? Is that like, a fae that gained superpowers? Turned into a god? Ascended to a new job class?
like Puck and Salvador Spectralis Ghostwing themselves and a self-proclaimed king among the loyalists of the late Blue Faerie Empress." Aedan stated, "He is charged with the crimes of kidnapping Ethereas Ghostwing and Marduk Zavriel, attempted murder of the Storykeeper- who is unable to make it due to recovering from the iron burns given to her, and finally attempting to recreate the very empire destroyed seven months ago. Bowie, how do you plea?"
All eyes turned to Bowie then, the black king apparently stunned for a moment, before he spoke in anger. "I admit, I did order the kidnappings and I am guilty of trying to recreate the empire, but I never went after the Storykeeper. I don't even know who she is, or where she is even located. I may be a criminal immune to iron's burning touch to our kind, but I am not a murderer, unlike that perverted, sick bastard of a dolphin allowed to join you as a Judge this day."
Oof... I think that was a burn.
"HEY!" Rio then shouted as he went into a series of squeaks and clicks common to his true form, while the other four judges simply exchanged annoyed looks about their comrade, apparently not having been none too happy to have him there at all.
Reminder that he's a dolphin and a pervert.
"Well, if it counts as some consolation, Rio will be on trial tomorrow for the crap he's pulled, and in fact, is going to be kicked out for contempt of court." Puck said after signaling to Aedan to pick the dolphin up by the collar of his shirt, and punt him into a glass tank Puck had conjured up at the other side of the clearing. As a sign with the words "Time-Out Corner" appeared in front of the tank as well as a shield to keep Rio from escaping while forced into his true form of a pink dolphin, the remaining judges then whispered amongst themselves regarding Bowie's claim of innocence for one of his crimes.
Okay, I laughed a bit. So... maybe this fic won't be all bad?
"Well." Puck then said once the conference was complete, "Since Calina knows you best, we will take your plea of innocence for the attempted murder, and hold an investigation later. However, as you have pleaded guilty for the other two crimes that you are accused of... you will still be punished after you answer one question."
"And what would that be?" Bowie said, only to look on in confusion as the manticore-blooded son of Calina walked up to him, his claws clenched into fists and his tail ready to strike as it dripped poison from the tip.
Remove the it from that last sentence and we should be good. Also, that kid may need to get a cork or something to stop that leakage.
"What did you do with Ethereas and my big brother?" the 10 year old boy then asked with such a cold voice for his age that Bowie actually shivered a bit. Then again, it could have also been the fact the boy was a half-monster freak of nature that did that- especially as the child's golden eyes turned into a glowing bluish-gray for a moment.
"Salvador's younger brother I sent away after he was brought to me. Where he ended up I don't know or care." Bowie said calmly as he collected himself, "As for Marduk Zavriel, I don't know what happened to him, as the people I sent to capture that half-breed never returned. I had assumed he escaped in all honesty, though if he hasn't returned to his mother, then if he is still alive he's bound to be around Fanterra somewhere."
Unfortunately, that wasn't a good answer for the young fae, as before Bowie knew it, the brat's stinger had gotten him right in the eye. Thankfully, it was pulled out by Aedan but, a bit of venom still made it into the prisoner's body, weakening him rather quickly as he heard voices while his vision blurred.
"Marik, what were you thinking!?"
"I wanted the truth mother! I... I don't believe that he doesn't know where they are!"
"Calina, settle things with your boy later, we need you to help pass Bowie's sentence, now!"
"R-Right!"
"Bowie, we will not let you suffer death- however, we will curse you with a form of stone until a black rose blooms upon the bush that Salvador was born from, and that rose mixed into a potion made from the blood of a wolf blessed by the wind itself. If that potion is poured upon your body, upon a night where the moon is as black as the clothes on your back, then and only then, shall you be released!"
So... that was the first part of the prologue. Sorry the commentary isn't that good... This is my first time doing something like this, ya know?
