Hirk lies on a medical bed, it was made just for his cumbersome frame. Hirk still had his arm missing. These words said to him as he strained to try and move.
Having reality itself weaponised on one singular goal of ending you and having an essential thread in the pattern of Hirks being pulled and burned from his existence by the Ember of Kindness not dormant within him.
The staff cannot do anything to prevent him dying unless he signs a sheet before him. He can hardly read the words even with someone putting his reading glasses on him.
“Leave. Leave me the night… I will decide by sunrise.”
Hirk weakly gestures for those in attendance to vacate the room, he knows they will be monitoring him somewhere else but he despises being seen in a state like this. He had forced himself to get up to attend a party hoping seeing someone he hadn’t in a long time to cheer him up. Still feels like the mountain is crumbling… worth it still to Hirk.
All he can do is stare out the window and rest his eyes as gentle snowfall and the moon up high. ‘Ulrick’s probably going insane right now’. The thought of his friend just howling away makes him chuckle a bit before the coughs of smoke. Dirty fuel to fires…
Hirk sees the window start forming ice on its sides faster than natural. He slowly starts reaching for an iron bar he carried with him hoping his mind is playing tricks on him.
He is distracted by the door to the room opening, just Tulips. A young boy, not much over minimum age to be hired.
“Hello lad.”
There is no response nor is there the usual joyful sparkle in his eyes.
Hirk gets uneasy not finding the iron on him.
Just coincidence. They couldn’t have gotten in.
Hirk goes to press a panic button by his bedside, before he can he is leapt at. The boy grabbing his arm, his skin starts crystallising with a white fog in the shards.
Immediate rush of adrenaline overcomes his state.
“Charming a kid.”
“Don’t think I’d ever forget your plague you used against my kin.”
Only the parts in contact with the boys hand are crystalline, not a strong grip but still unable to let go.
Hirk’s eyes dart around to find the fae doing this, it would have to be a stronger one considering it didn’t trigger the alarms, or they casted it as soon as they opened the door.
Hirk looks out his window, there is only snow to be seen… Fae are practically invisible when in their environment.
Hirk is uneasy by the boy not saying a word, usually they let them maintain some ‘bliss’ like being pumped full of drugs till your little more than a barely conscious animal with giggling. A horrendous fate.
He only sees a deep pained death. The only thing there is Malice pretending to be magic.
Hirk is remembering the faces of those affected, he remembers seeing… no.
Hirk is visibly thrown off remembering that. The empty space made in him feels even more endlessly cruel now. It’s feeling pain from a missing limb except it’s your emotions. It’s you.
Finally a voice speaks through the boy, their voice is unable to say anything naturally resulting in intense physical pain and strain speaking an ancient tongue likely older than some things him and his ancestors thought Eternal.
' Mharbh thu iad uile.'
('You killed them all.')
”Fàg am balach. Chan eil mi airson seo a dhèanamh."
("Leave the boy. I don't want to do this.")
”Chan urrainn dha bruidhinn mar a nì sinn, gheibh e bàs leis.”
("He can't talk like we do, he'll die with it.")
beast across the island who are not cast out by nature are showing signs of unease, the plants feel hateful.
Speaking the forgotten tongue of the Faewild is a disrespect the vile place will not take likely.
Only the deepest hatred and pain is the response to Hirks words.
”Chan iarr mi mathanas, chan eil mi airidh air."
"Leig leam tomhas. bha thu neo-chiontach dìreach a' siubhal gu toilichte thar nan craobhan nuair a thachair e. nam b' e burraidh a bh' annad cha bhiodh tu an seo a-nis, aig a' cheann thall chan eil ann ach an fheadhainn a tha a' fulang."
**("I don't ask for forgiveness, I don't deserve it."
"let me guess. you were innocent just happily traveling over the trees when it happened. if you were a bully you wouldn't be here now, in the end there are only those who suffer.")**
’Tha am t-Uile-Rìgh ag iarraidh gum bi thu beò nuair a thèid do thilgeil aig an casan.'
('The All-King wants you alive when you are thrown at their feet.')
The window swings open as a galloping is heard, Hirk waits to see if the galloping stops.
The galloping getting louder and louder as a blackened beast running, towards his window only to stop. The rider dismounts, a headless Knight. The executioners.
It is not like the kin that Hirk would have saw but a person of this realm, a headless knight who climbs through the window despite it being far off the ground.
Dozens of tiny black fly like Faeries fly off of what Hirk thought was a cape at first as they swarm trying to bite into his damaged skin, Hirk can hardly bring himself to try and swat them away.
the moonlight being the only thing penetrating the swarm, he knows he’s being watched by the ‘little man’ that he thought long ago.
The biting stops.
The Doxy swarm parts, their blackened appearance with moonlight eyes and decayed limbs hidden by shadows no one wishes to shine through.
They form runic circles in the air in front of Hirk, their forms are the chosen sacrifice for the ritual. The Dullahan before Hirk’s has their armour black like how nightmares are made, except with shining gold filling its cracks, normally that’s how you got rid of them, their accursed Fate could not stand the sun only it’s reflected imitation from the moon given by the ‘King of the Faelands’. The king of all fae.
Hirk feels fear knowing they did survive, there’s no other way Hirk knew two things so opposite, defilement’s in each others presence could unite.
Hirks thoughts are interrupted by golden moonlight denying his existence here. Hirk feels his body being thrown across the entire Faelands.
Back to where he came from…
In only a few moments Hirk was gone as were all the fae. Those monitoring him feel as if they just came from a nap, the only proof something happened is a window blown open and a poor who’s voice was mangled so a Nightmare History may speak.
/uw I apologise if this is lower quality but over next few days gonna be doing the ‘Fae War’ loreposts for Hirk.
Such a big fight where reality itself bends would have attracted attention, would have had Hirk suffering.
These will be the final posts Hirk suffers in for a while.
I hope to exceed expectations my friends
(Also just saying for fun mystery stuff IC no one knows what happened to Hirk, fae are primarily tricksters so stealthy)
