This is the sequel to Last Day, I recommend reading that first.
This has been requested for, so I've decided that I'm writing a new "Day" story (oh, the puns-).
Jade, this is your fault. >:Ɛ
NOTE: I'm rewriting this so expect major changes later on.
An Ice Fairy walked through ice and snow, hugging herself and walking to the small area that was once her home. Cyan streaked hair hung in her eyes as she unlocked the door to the mountain cave, collapsing on a frigid couch and bursting into tears.
After a bit, she glanced around the room, forcing herself to stop crying. The mountain home was just how she left it. A shelf full of books, a neat, a few stuffed animals on the couch - despite her age, and pictures on the wall.
She got up, smiling weakly at the picture of her and Ada, before taking it down. She soon grabbed a box and took down every photo including Bok or Ada - there's no point bringing back those memories.
I would kill to be able to turn off memories like Stor- Storm!
She had forgotten entirely that she promised the cyborg he could stay with her until he found a place to live, and also had forgotten exactly how much trouble he could cause.
Maybe, just maybe, this'll be a new day.
A Time Forgotten[]
Cyro[]
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Aly[]
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Cyro[]
A little boy spat out snow, his faint blue eyes narrowed instinctively as he looked up.
An Ice Fairy huffed irritably, gazing down at him, “You did it again, freak.”
“I’m not a freak, Owlen.” He snapped as he got back to his feet, his white tail lashing for balance. A spilled bag of berries lay in the snow next to him.
He and Owlen were in charge of foraging for the day, not that there was much besides small, shriveled, bitter red cranberries - they were too high up on the mountain.
“Really?” The older fairy dragged out the word as he said it, dripping with sarcasm, “Well let’s start with why you look all…” He gestured to the boy’s straight, plantigrade legs, “...human.”
“I’m not-”
“Don’t bother arguing, ralshti, we know mom cheated on dad, otherwise she wouldn’t have left.”
“She did not-”
“Then how come you look like that, idiot?”
“Well, Edur-”
“No one looks like that anymore, who cares about some fairy who’s long dead?”
“Four generations,” the boy muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“It’s only been four generations, it’s not possibly long enough-”
“Ugh, shut up,” Owlen snapped, his fluffy blue tail lashing behind him.
“You just want me to shut up because I’m right,” the boy retorted, “you hate it when I’m right.”
“If you don’t shut up, ralshti, I’m telling da-”
Footsteps sounded behind the Owlen, a much older Ice Fairy gazing at the two boys crossly. A scar ran down his face, going over one of his dark gray eyes. He had thick, shoulder-length white hair, a white-gray tail, and a ragged pair of white swirled, faint blue wings. The battle-scarred fairy was absolutely massive, hitting a rare height of nine feet and easily towering over both children by the long shot, effectively intimidating them.
“Telling me what?”
The boy let out a little whimper, while Owlen was at a loss for words.
The children’s father, who was named Korinoryu, or Ice Dragon, let out a huff, “And I thought your brother was useless. If you don’t carry out a threat, why are you still here?”
“I’m not useless…” The younger boy muttered under his breath, avoiding their gazes.
“Yes you are,” Owlen informed him coldly, overcoming his fear for a moment, “otherwise you wouldn’t go around messing up everything.”
“I didn’t mess up anything!”
“You spilled the cranberries again, idiot!”
“Enough of your quarrels! If I catch you two arguing again you’re both grounded,” their father snapped.
“But Cyro started it!” Owlen blurted in response.
Korinoryu glanced at the younger boy, who immediately took a nervous step back. The older fairy muttered something along the lines of “pathetic changeling” before turning back to Owlen. Yet before he could say anything, a high-pitched voice screaming “DAD!” caught his attention.
“I don’t have time for this,” he snapped instead, promptly flying off.
“Great, now look what you’ve done,” Owlen said with a glare the second their father was out of earshot.
Cyro gripped his tail nervously, “But I didn’t do-”
“You got me in trouble, idiot. You get everyone in trouble. When will you stop being a pain?”
“But you-”
“Ugh, leave me alone.”
The younger fairy watched as his sibling flew off as well, leaving him stuck in the snow.
Cyro let out a little sigh before getting to his feet, only to sink back down into the cold white - unlike the rest of his family.
He then carefully scraped the berries off the top of the snow and back inside the bag, and soon enough, he was trudging his way back inside, useless wings pressed against his back.
Useless, just like him.
Aly[]
You got to be kidding me.
A young Ice Fairy was cornered in a small dale, the only exit being blocked by a way too smug yeti and his gang.
The sides of the valley were steep, and the only possible handholds looked a bit crumbly. Maybe she could jump up, but she might not clear the stone. There were plenty of trees above the rock wall, but none of their branches reached low enough to climb on.
Looks like she was stuck facing the yetis.
“Alright, Brian, what are you up to now?” She kept her tone confident, but she flexed and unflexed her claws, light blue gaze darting about in search of escape.
The yeti in front glared, “Isn’t it obvious?”
“No?” She responded carefully.
“Well, freak, we’re tired of you running around doing whatever the hell you want.”
“And what are you going to do about that?”
“Oh, I don’t know. How about declawing you, for starters?”
That earned him an intriguing look, “You’re going to do what?”
“Declaw you, didn’t I make myself clear?”
No response.
A trickle of fear filled the fey, her tail fur fluffing and her ears laying flat.
Brian looked smug, “Oh, the little kitty doesn’t want that? Too bad.”
Anger briefly overpowered terror, forcing her to think.
She wasn’t going to cower, she wasn’t going to let them do what they wanted, she was going to fight.
Her tail fur smoothed out, and she plastered on a psychotic smile, “We’ll see about that.”
Claws raked into flesh, tearing strips of pink and blood-staining fur. A screech of pain escaped Brian, before one of his gang - Ed, if she recalled correctly - pushed her away.
She was knocked into the snow, and when one of them made a move to pin her to the ground, but she bunched up her legs and kicked them in the groin.
She heard something crack in her leg, but gritted her teeth and forced herself to her feet, a hiss of anger escaping her.
This time they played smart.
One yeti approached her from the front and Ed approached her from the side, splitting her focus.
Okay, enough of playing fair.
Cyan energy spread out from her position, racing ominously towards her opponents. However, one of them, anticipating what was about to happen, manipulating the energy and trying to force it back towards her.
To their surprise, she released control over the spell, attacking Ed in this moment of distraction.
Yet the one she had kicked had recovered, body slamming into the fey and effectively pinning her down.
She held back a scream of agony, the yeti’s weight crushing bone after bone.
They got off her, pinning down her right arm.
Brian was holding a hand to his face, a scowl written across it.
“Do it.”
Cyro[]
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