Talk about something you inherited. (It could be an object, a physical attribute, a belief, etc.)

inherited a great many things from a great many people. Perhaps most notably I inherited my Fae blood from my father. Gan Ceanach, was a dark orUnseelie Prince. . That Sidhe blood that runs in my veins is probably most responsible for my occasional bent toward outright cruelty. I should be grateful to my father , since that Fae blood has given me an ’imortality’ of a kind.

The one thing that I am most loath to admit to is my inheritance of drive, ambition and unwavering relentlessness. For this I owe the very woman whose throne I usurped, but only after I flung her life and her very existence into the abyss of Oblivion. Morgienne, once the High Lady of the Fortunate Island, from the time that she declared herself my foster mother, saw to my education and made certain that I was worthy of her. I was schooled in weaponry and battle just as enthusiastically as I was in the arts of decorum and diplomacy. Both skills were important. I learned the laws of Power, for I was to commit them to memory. Believe me when I tell you that I did and I was an apt pupil with regard to that particular subject. I sometimes wonder if was her way of assuaging her guilt at having been the instrument of my mother’s death. Certainly the woman was incapable of showing any sort of affection.

In the end I paid Morgienne in full with interest for her time and trouble. When the time was right and as payment for the murder of my mother, I gave Morgienne a loving (albeit poisoned) cup at her bedside. Only moments after I watched her life ebb from her eyes, I declared myself High Lady of the Fortunate Island and ceded to myself all land and authority thereof. I watched her funeral pyre burn in the Temple courtyard, standing in the exact same place as she and I had watched that of my mother years before. At the very same moment her name was being stricken from all monuments and record bearing her name, I had wrested the scepters of power from the hands of the woman who had been my greatest benefactor as well as my greatest enemy.


Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 356

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