Feyre Dyani

## 𝔉𝔢𝔶𝔯𝔢 𝔇𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔦

Feyre (Fey-Ruh) Dyani (die-yahn-e)

🌘Hedgewitch

🌔Triple Goddess

Kind People

Sleeping

Fancy Clothing

## History

### **Chapter 1: The Girl Who Escaped Death**

Rings spread out on the waters surface as frogs dart from one lily pad to another, throats billowing as they croak in quiet contempt. The peace was promptly disrupted as they quickly leapt out of the way, a shadow cascading overhead. "Tag, you're it!" A child-like voice calls out, followed by a crash in the pond, sending out large rippling waves. An adolescent girl, no younger than ten years of age, breaks the waters surface. Spitting out some of the glistening, clear blue liquid as she reaches up, she snags an oversized lily pad off of her head. Verdant locks cling to the sides of her cheeks, gold orbs beaming at the male child that had started the long stride back to the village, a giddy laugh pulling from behind her lips.

Reaching her hand out, nails inked with the identical hue of her hair, the ground expands with her command; wild flowers blossoming instantaneously as vines extend from one another, entangling in themselves...and coiling around the foot that just stepped in their ever-growing wake. He collapses with an "Oof-! Hey! That's not fair!" As the girl withdraws from the pond, hands clutching the simple dress she wore and wringing out the material, she treads lightly on the grass below her, toes spreading and curling into the damp, plush meadow, stalking towards the male. With each step, the green under her blooms and wilts as she lifts her foot for the next step, the young male beginning to shriek in mock fear as he claws at the vines ensnaring him.

"Feyre, Casimir," A familiar melody fleeted quietly over to where they played, sounding as though the boys mother was directly in their ears, hushly with her harmonic tone, even though they knew she was at the village. "Race you!" Feyre called, darting off as the young boy struggled behind her. "No fair!" The sounds of struggle and effort follows in her wake, her heart pounding in sync with her feet as they dig into the soil with each stride. She always felt free...as wild as the caress of the wind through her hair as she ran through the forest, pushing her limits and body each time until it felt as though her lungs were about to explode, as though attempting to become one with the breeze herself and fly off to another land.

Feyre reached their village first; neighbors and friends of her parents laughing as she darted past, offering kind greetings and warnings to be careful, but ultimately knew it fell on deaf ears. Bare feet slap against the marbled steps, racing upwards as she skips right past the opened archway of several different types of twisting branches. She was about to head straight out to the courtyard, where she presumed her parents were, but skidded to a halt as low murmurs allured her to one of the side rooms. Gathered in their extravagant clothing, that Feyre had stolen a few times from her mothers closet even though they were far too long for her, the High Lords of the neighboring villages huddled around the only piece of furniture in the room - a large circular table with an inscripted map of the land embedded into the enchanted wood. Feyre wasn't typically allowed in this room, not that that had stopped her from sneaking in before, but with the adults there she wouldn't dare risk it now. She halted at the door frame, her little hands resting on the matching, twisted twigs and branches as she listened to their conversation, only catching a few words every now and again. "War, gather, fire, flee.." Until she was spotted and their voices instantly hushed.

"Come, Feyre, we were about to finish up," Her mother called, turning to face her nervous daughter with a beckoning arm, which Feyre instantly accepted. As she trotted over, her wide sapphire eyes took in the High Lords, nearly glazing over as she took in their beautiful formal attire, each one being unique to their corresponding villages. Reaching her mother, she grasped onto her skirts, her tiny fists crumpling the fabric, as her mother brushed her hair lightly as she returned to the conversation at hand. "If the worst of it comes, we will flee, but until then we need to stand as a unified front. Together, we can face this but we must put faith in one another," Feyre's father continued, earning a few whispers throughout the room but concluded with nods of agreements, even if the glances towards one another had been full of worry.

Without another word or argument, the High Lords all bowed to one another and made their leave, while Feyre's mother turned her attention towards her daughter, crouching down to her level and touching her nose lightly. With a warm smile, she said "Did you have fun playing with Casimir today?" The question pulled a smile out of the girl as she thought back, nodding wildly in turn. As if on que, the boys mother playfully scolded him as he appeared at the door, for being late and roughing up his hair. A quick glance in her direction and he stuck his tongue at her, which she mimicked, and he grasped onto his mothers hand as she led them away. "A fine boy. You two will make a nice pairing when the time comes," Her father proclaimed, causing Feyre to scrunch her nose.

The next couple of days were normal, aside from the meetings that her mother and father seemed to live in, while she played with Casimir - today in particular, they played outside near her home. They sat at the pond, watching the Giant Toad croak in the distance as it's babies chimed along to the song, a Brownie presses itself against the back of Feyre, begging for attention that she promptly gives, stroking down it's long back. "C'mon, Feyre, one more try. I can beat you this time!" Casimir cried, nearly shoving his thumb directly into her face as he dueled her for the seventh round in a thumb war. Feyre gave him a wicked smile as she gave in and just when they linked hands, her mother was calling to her - both physically and mentally. Both of them turned to look for the source, eyes landing on both of their mothers sprinting towards them. They both were frozen in fear, dreading that they were in trouble for something. "Mo-" The word couldn't finish as she was swept up into her mothers arms, Casimir's mother snatching him, tearing their hands apart.

Feyre's mother positioned her daughter in a way that caused her to wrap herself tightly around her, weaving an arm around Feyre's waist while her other hand found the back of her head. With every step of her mothers nimble dash, Feyre was forced to watch as an dart of red flashed down from the sky, exploding in a beam of heat and light - colliding right into their home. Screams filled the air, Feyre's own mingling with the others, as her mother faltered from the blast, nearly losing her footing but catching herself. Feyre's eyes were glued to the dark mass that was their home now, smoke and flames eating at whatever was left, as well as a figure...

She squints as the familiar figure comes out of the smoke, facing them as they lowered the weapon in their hands, a smile of relief on the persons face...her father. Tears swelled in her tiny eyes, "Mommy.." She breathed, voice breaking. "Don't look, Feyre," but the young girl could help it as another figure came out from the tendrils of mist, sword raised and falling quickly towards her father. Another scream tore through her and she thrust her hand out, as if she could just grab her father and bring him with. Why wasn't he coming? Her powers had other plans, as the ash covered flora swelled and grew, wrapping around her fathers enemy and consuming him entirely in vines in a matter of seconds. Only the iron sword remained visible, having been halted a few inches from her fathers neck. Her mother turned, veering off the path, leaving her father and a trail of Feyre's tears on the wind.

At some point, Feyre had fallen asleep from her exhaustion of crying and calling for her father but when she woke, her mother still continued on the invisible path ahead of them, sweat licking down her face but determination fueled her eyes. The sky was a hue of smoke, the air was hard to breathe as crimson shooting stars danced across her vision. "Almost there," Her mother murmured, "It'll be okay." Feyre allowed her mothers words to help soothe her, leaning more into her embrace as her eyes drifted closed again. "It will be okay."

When she awoke once again, Feyre laid on the soot covered ground, panic filling her body as she quickly glanced around. Not too far from her, she found her mother faced down, an arm stretched towards her but otherwise unmoving. "Mommy.." Feyre whispered, eyes glued to her mothers figure as she slowly crept closer. "Mommy..." Reaching her, Feyre placed her hands on her mother's shoulder, shaking lightly. "Mommy!" She cried, tears freely flowing down her cheeks once more. "Feyre...," A voice called out from the heavy smoke around them, her father stepping out, gripping his side. "Papa," Feyre whispered, eyes wide as she frantically looked between the pair. "Mommy...she won't wake up!" Feyre's father limped to their side, topping over rather messily, but dragged the two into his lap. He leaned down upon his queen, brushing a feather light kiss upon her lips, remaining there for a moment as a faint light glimmered between them.

Her mothers eyes fluttered, weakly, open and when she saw the two, she raised a hand to cup each of their cheeks-but the light in her eyes was gone. "Feyre, you must not stop," She exhaled, voice faltering as she struggled. "Keep north, find the final bloom..." She coughed, "Close your eyes before you touch it.." Tears slid from her eyes as this time, her fathers hand found her other cheek. "Remember, we love you very much," He spoke, attempting to smile brightly upon his daughter, even with the blood coating his face and armor. "Go," Feyre's mother whispered, letting her hand fall from her daughters face, her fathers hand leaving as well to clutch onto his wives as they gazed up at each other with faint smiles.

Feyre collected herself and rose to her feet. "I'll find that bloom and bring it back!" She declared. "I will help you, mommy, papa.." She turned on her heels, stomping with her newfound sense of purpose in the direction her mother had explained. Only when she was about to lose them in the smoke, did she care turn around to look back, seeing her parents embracing and smiling at each other until the fog thickened and Feyre could no longer see them.

Tears streamed down her face freely, but she didn't dare let it stop her mission as she trampled onwards. At some point, she transformed into a baby faun incase anyone came across her path, and while she held onto her fighting spirit for a long time, eventually her head bowed in exhaustion. She had been walking for hours; the only colors were the grey smog and red falling stars, not a single sound, not a single soul...Had her mother lead her in the right direction? Perhaps she should turn back...No. She had to save them. Feyre continued forward until her legs couldn't walk anymore, falling onto the ground - her mother flashing through her memory as exhaustion overtakes her.

A ringing in her ears coaxed her awake, along with a burning smell filtering through her nose, causing her to cough. Opening her eyes, her vision was cloudy, but she could still make out that the sky was more frantic with falling stars...but this time, she could see where they were landing.

{fire}Stars of Crimson, dancing upwards...a slate haze that coats and scorches your throat, eyes swelling with tears of fire...screams clawing at your ears, threating to drive you insane...but then you see it, that last piece of hope...twinkling in the distance.

So close...

## Appearance

Human appearance -

Faun-

## Personality

Feyre is the type of girl that wears her heart on her sleeve. She trusts blindly and sees the good in people. She cares for all life and wishes for a world where everyone could just live in harmony and peace. She usually wears a bright smile on her lips and throws herself into her work. She's a sweet girl, trying to bring others up or getting something that she thinks would bring a smile to their face. She always puts herself last. She refuses to take another's life, even so much as being down for awhile when she loses a plant she tended to.

{Nightmare: Locked}

{This will unlock the tale of being corrupted by the Nightmare}