Fairy Blossom raced through the forest, not stopping until she felt sure she wasn’t being followed. Alder had ordered her to go back to the clearing and clean up the dead, but she didn’t think someone would have found them. It was becoming too risky with Maud increasing his guards, and now it seems the Royal Guard were intensely on the case. As she felt certain that woman was one of them. She had to do something to keep them off her tail. All she wanted was revenge for being wronged.
“And that lord had turned me down like I was a piece of dung! ME!” She growled out her complaint.
When Marcus Poirot had turned her down, it gave Maud an excuse to damage her face. But that pimp was a gutless wonder: not man enough to face her directly. Instead, he had one of his guards plant a pouch of credits beneath her pillow, then burst into the room to catch her red-handed. Thievery was the one act anyone was allowed to punish without suffering consequences from the Majestic Peace Order. Rather than kill her, Maud chose to deface and shame her for the rest of her life. He made her ugly with one side completely disfigured with a burn scar.
If it hadn’t been for Alder and his water magic that healed most of the damage, she would’ve died a miserable and slow death. But she wasn’t dead, and thanks to Alder, she had power now. The kind that could put things right and give those miserable lords a taste of their medicine. Marcus being dead was just a matter of consequence.
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“Good. Good. They should all die!” She faced Alder who was sitting unresponsive on an armchair. One of the two that filled up the space of a cottage they had found out in the countryside, which was far away from the main town.
"You agree don't you?" She sweetly approached the man who continued to sit unresponsive with eyes staring blankly at the moth-eaten wall.
The man was kind to teach her his skill of body puppeteering before he fell to the blades of his enemies earlier during a scouting trip at the Holy Order border. She used what she had learned from him to revive him, but his soul consciousness remained unresponsive. Maybe because he was dead and a corpse. But his body still showed signs of life, so she wasn’t sure. And her flame magic was able to revive him as many times as she needed. Temporarily, she could assume control over a person and should they be knocked unconscious, the spell would wear off, and they’ll return to normal not remember anything during their time as a puppet.
She sighed. “Of course you do. But we have work to do. Those bodies must be dealt with.”
Fairy Blossom pulled out a long cape from a nearby chest and draped it around her body to conceal her body, making her near invisible to the naked eye. She stepped out of the cottage when the moon was high in the night sky.