No Mutants Allowed

The Fay listened and when she spoke her voice was like honey, "I understand my child, but I couldn't ask you to give me your possessions as payment anyway." She smiled at him, "However, I believe we can come to an arrangement pleasant for both of us, yes?" Thomas didn't understand at first but suddenly as he gazed at her eyes he knew and he blushed.

"I-I don't know ma'am, I've got to get home, my mother is waiting for me and if I miss dinner she'll have my hide." And if she knew why he was late she'd beat him with a switch, he thought sourly. The Fay's face turned into a pout, "Well now, I've never met a man who presumed as much as you," she breathed out with an entertained face.

"I was merely proposing a deal, you must deliver a package for me and in return I will reward you with what you desire." Her expression turned serious now, "I would like to see this package first and my destination, before I agree to anything just yet." He tried to hide his embarrassment and though he was loathe to admit it, disappointment.

The Fay nodded and an aura of light glowed around the wreathe of flower petals on her head. Suddenly a small box appeared in her hands, Thomas knew right away that it was of fine craftsmanship. It was made of a dark wood, blacker than night and engraved on the lid was what could have been words, from a language unknown to him.

The Fay spoke suddenly, " Your destination is a small Fay sanctuary outside of Leavorn, east of here and about a two-weeks journey unless you have a horse, although judging by your clothes I would doubt you had a donkey that wasn't flush with flies!" She giggled, but Thomas was too shocked to feel insulted.

"That's a way's away! I'd say you're getting the better of this bargain, anyway I'm not exactly equipped to take such a journey Lady Fay." The boy never thought for a second of rejecting the task before him, he owed the Fay a great deal and he was not one to ignore such a debt. "I will provide you with some supplies of course, I can't have my handsome messenger dying from a little chill now can I?"

He blushed again, then sighed. "Very well then, would you give me your name mistress? If I am to be your messenger, surely I should know my charge's name." She nodded in agreement, "Of course child, my name is Oriana, guardian of the withered oak. I am pleased you have agreed, now come, we must find you some equipment."

Following her into the forest, Thomas had all but forgotten his mother or dinner. He had a task to do and his honor demanded it be done. Donning his new clothing, cloak, a satchel stuffed with dried fruits and meat and a fine dagger he started off at a steady trot. He fingered the small box timidly and his mind was a storm of thoughts.

Unknown to the boy, plans were being set into motion and the God's in their palace's were shocked to hear the chains of Leviathan begin to rattle after a millennia of silence. The old Leviathan was laughing madly into the abyss, his watch was almost over.

No Porn Allowed.

But it's not porn! IT'S A SUPER SERIOUS FANTASY TALE! I'M A BUDDING WORDSMITH, MOTHERFUCKER!

She fingered the wooden box with moist anticipation.