Apocalypse VII: Chapters 9 & 10.5 Though
Lakai was now reunited with the faery friends from Acrela who had
sheltered him for most of his life, he had now spent time in the
outside world, and his mind developed an acute awareness of his
own mortality. He knew his blood was human, not fey, and the
desire to discover his true lineage took hold of him and would not
let go. Lakai came to the Faery Queen Ginzandi, and requested
permission to travel back to his Briskly
Lakai walked, through East Forest glades, through Lakai
headed for the iridescent faery palace at the heart of the
metropolis, and felt an intense wave of nostalgia engulf him as he
crossed the threshold. Faery Queen Erunei was the first mother he
could remember, and she embraced him with joy. He asked her about
his original parents, and Erunei sadly told him of their
banishment by Queen Onedia for speaking the truth, and of their
tragic death at the hands of the local tricksters. Lakai felt it
was his duty to avenge them, but Erunei explained that due to
Onedia’s curse, only those born or reborn in the Enchanted
Forest were able to leave it. Undeterred,
Lakai asked if there was any way for him to be reborn. Erunei
admitted that there was one way. It involved facing the goddess
Laurel herself, except that Onedia’s curse had made her forget
her divinity and she now enjoyed luring weary travelers into her
cottage and feeding them a magic stew that turned them into
various animals. There were two ingredients in that stew: Essence
of Animal, and the other a transformational catalyst. The antidote
to Essense of Animal was the faery foxglove that only grew in
Faeryland, but it was highly poisonous to mortals if taken by
itself. Queen Erunei told Lakai that she could give him some faery
foxglove, but he would be on his own if something went awry, for
the denizens of the Enchanted Forest would not act openly against
their goddess. Lakai
accepted the faery foxglove, and set out eastwards along the faery
paths the next morning, heading for Laurel’s domain. All day he
walked, and only at the fading light of dusk did he stumble upon
her as she was tending her garden. According to plan, Laurel
invited the boy to stay the night at her cottage. He followed her
up the enchanted ladder into the house, and as she was busily
preparing her stew in the kitchen, Lakai gulped down the leaves of
faery foxglove. But even after he ate the magic stew, he felt
sickeningly nauseous and his vision blurred, and he soon collapsed
on the floor. The
distraught Laurel checked him for vital signs and, satisfied that
he was still alive, picked him up and carried him to another
cottage not to far from her own. The goddess stormed through the
door and dropped Lakai at the feet of a girl sitting by the hearth
fire, ordering her to fix him. The girl checked Lakai’s symptoms
and concluded that he was a victim of faery foxglove. She told
Laurel to leave him with her overnight, and that she would have
him healed by morning. When Laurel left, the girl prepared a
medicinal potion from several herbs, and administered it to the
unconscious Lakai. She stayed by him the entire as the poison was
expelled from his system, singing him sweet lullabies. When
Lakai awoke, he found himself in a sunlit clearing with a
beautiful blond woman staring down at him. His memory was gone,
and it was as if he was looking at the world anew. He asked her
who she was, and she replied that she was Laurel, the Lady of the
Forest. He asked her where he was, and she replied that he was in
the Enchanted Forest. He asked her who he was, and her lips spread
into a lascivious smile. She told him he was Pan, the Lord of the
Forest to rule beside her. Laurel
showed her new Pan the boundaries of her part of the forest and
forbid him to ever to cross them. She commanded the flora and
fauna, the tricksters and faeries, to pay homage to him as the
Lord of the Forest, so that no living thing would pose a threat to
her consort. Lakai’s days were spent frolicking through the
woods without a care in the world, but Laurel instructed him to
always return to their cottage before dark. His dreams were
haunted by visions of lives other than this one. They grew more
lucid night by night, and it troubled him, but he did not dare
breathe a word of it to his mistress. One
day, as Lakai was off exploring at the edge of Laurel’s
prescribed boundaries, he came upon a cottage with a well-kept
garden. He heard beautiful singing come from the back yard and
came around to see a maiden singing prayers to the spirits of the
forest. Her hair was the color of the darkening sky and on her
brow shone the shape of a waxing crescent moon. When she saw him,
she quickly slipped into her cottage and locked the door. Lakai
ordered she open the door in the name of Pan, Lord of the Forest,
but to no avail. Finally he told her that he sees her in his
dreams, and begged her to at least tell him her name.
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