The whistle of the wind roared in the fairy's ears as he soared through the clouds, his wings rippling with power with every stroke of their feathered flesh; it was nothing short of sheer, unadulterated exhilaration. His clothing rippled in the gale as he dove downward, pressing his fingers through the morning mist and taking in the sweet aroma of tranquility. But even on a stressful day such as this, not a single thought crossed his mind. He shot toward the ground at blinding speed, but the moment before he made contact he buffeted his wings as powerfully as he could manage, saving his life by the skin of his teeth. The environment before him was nothing short of awe-inspiring; tall and strong sycamores dominated the courtyard, and their creamy bark reflected the sunlight into the heavens, creating an illusion of a circular rainbow above what would usually be an extremely crowded hub of activity. Nero adjusted his snowy white tunic slightly, and ran his finger along the gold embroiderment which intertwined with black strips of soft silk; he wore his best clothing for the occasion, and it was important that he made the right impression.
A single woman sat on a stone bench in the middle of the courtyard before him. She wore flowing robes of blazing orange and yellow, and her curly auburn locks were neatly resting beside her. She smiled as he approached, and rose to her feet as Nero stopped before her, sinking onto his right knee and bowing his head in respect. She took his left hand and squeezed his fingers, then kissed the soft fabric of his glove before motioning him to rise to his feet. He obliged quickly, and gave her a polite smile before nervously twitching one of his wings. They stood in silence for a moment, the woman's eyes glided up and down his form as if critiquing it for error, then she spoke.
"Nero... " She began, a soft smile gracing her features once further. "It is such a pleasure to see you again. Would you like to sit?" Her voice was soft and melodious; it struck Nero's ears and wafted through his brain like the lyrical strum of a harp. He politely shook his head, and listened intently as she continued to speak.
"You have served this kingdom well, and to your fullest ability--- for a man of your stature, you have done great things for your family, and it's name. You have guarded myself, and my subjects with utmost passion, and for that I must thank you graciously. But I must morosely relieve you of your duties as a member of my guard." Nero's eyes widened in shock as his queen's words registered in his brain, and he frantically ran his fingers through his hair before attempting to speak. She cut him off abruptly with a lift of her hand, and he bit his lip for the time being; she must have just reason for such a rash decision.
"You see... " She started, bringing a finger to her lips in pensieve thought. "I have need of your abilities elsewhere. I trust that your silence in this matter is assured." The guardsman lifted his brow in curiosity, and nodded as his matriarch continued to speak.
"Eighteen years ago, my child came fourth from my body deceased. That is, she was stillborn as far as the public knows. In reality, I hid her away amongst the humans; sealing off her abilities with a powerful enchantment until the eve of her eighteenth year. She knows not of what she is, or whom she serves-- as far as my true heir is concerned, she is a mere human. But the day is coming in which she will realize her full potential, and I require someone of utmost loyalty to guide her in the ways of the fey-- someone who must teach her of who she is, and of her heritage. She must become one with her gifts; one with her blood. I thought of many a man who I could call her guardian, but none showed potential to keep a secret as dire as this. Though after glancing over your achievements, and reflecting on your undoubtable purity and honor... I knew that you were the one who would protect my daughter."
*tap... Tap... Tap... *
"Mr. Baxter, I believe you are late for first period." A short, pudgy ball of a woman snapped her nail against Nero's locker, forcing him out of his reverry and nearly giving him a heart attack. She had a fuzzy mess of forest-fire hair adorning her cranium, and wore what the fairy assumed was a permanent scowl. He sighed deeply, forced a smile, and waved her away dismissively.
"My apologies, Mrs. Errin, I was daydreaming. My tardiness won't be repetitive, I swear on that." His voice was a strong tenor, a trait he inherited from his father. The woman only scowled further, and angled a crooked finger at a room at the edge of the hall. "We'll see about that, Zane. Now, gather your things and be off, you're already five minutes late. Your teacher will not be happy with a new student making such a horrid impression." On that note, Nero grabbed a handful of books and set off toward his first period.
"Snooty bitch... " He thought dismissively as he approached the door, giving it three solid knocks for good measure. A man at the front of the room seemed to falter for a moment, then continued to speak to the miriad of teenagers attempting to stay awake. Nero furrowed his brow slightly, then knocked again, gaining the caterpillar of a man's attention once further. He glanced at the door, then angled his brow angrily before waving Nero away. "Oh, really?" The fairy thought, setting his jaw in determination. "I'll give that son of a bitch something to be pissed about." He focused his attention on an expensive looking lamp near the side of a door, and nudged it off of the table with his telekinesis. He knocked three more times (much harder, mind you) and the lamp hit the ground with a terrible crash as the last knock rebounded through the classroom. The now angry looking teacher stormed over to the door, and opened it furiously before fixing Nero with his angriest gaze. The fairy simply smiled politely in response to the man's gaze, and cut him off mid sentence as the man began to speak.
"WHO IN THE H-"
"My name is Zane Baxter, sir. I'll be the newest student in your class today. My apologies for your lamp, I don't think it was balancing on the table very well.. I'll pay for it, if you'd like."
The teacher drove his face into his palm forcefully, then gave the simplest response that he could muster.
"You're late, Mr. Baxter. It seems as though you have a good bit in common with Ms. Madison, so why don't you take a seat next to her?" The furry man angled his fat index finger toward forementioned girl's desk, and Nero's eyes fell upon her as he began to stride toward the desk behind her. Her auburn locks were messily arranged into a bun, and a simple black shirt hung on her form above a pair of deep blue denim pants; the style of this society was so.. Strange. It would definitely take some getting used to. But what Nero did notice was her face-- golden brown irises twinkled at him as he walked past her, and her hair was the exact color of his matriarch's. Thank the gods that fairies were so inginuitive when it came to magical means of intervention with humans. The fact that he shared a class with her this early in the day was unexplainable by any other means. "I suppose I should introduce myself... " He thought blearily, sighing as he cracked his book open to the page written on the puke-green board before him.
"Zane." He said simply and quietly, ignoring the glare the teacher fixed him with. "Yourself?"