Talehaven: A Choice To Make

First post of the New Year! I decided to feature Jytia and a little scene that sheds a bit of light on why she ends up partnering with the Sidhe.

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 Jytia's first thoughts upon waking was not for her own safety but the safety of the three younglings who had been with her when they were ambushed by Sidhe operatives. She had only allowed herself to be captured to keep the younglings safe. She had no doubt the Sidhe men who had drugged and kidnapped them would have had no hesitation in killing the younglings.

The cell they had locked her in was made from dwarfian steel, the kind that even her strength would have a hard time breaking down. She peered through the wide bars at the cell across from her. It was empty and silent.

The sound of light footsteps alerted her to the presence of someone approaching. She stepped back, fingers curled into fists. The man that greeted her was breathtakingly beautiful, in the dangerous kind of way those of Sidhe blood tended to be.

He waved at his guard to unlock the cell.

"I wouldn't try anything if you want those brats to live. From what I hear, your kind are having trouble producing as many young as you used to." he drawled lazily as he stepped inside. His voice was melodic to her ears.

"Who are you?"

He gave her a low bow, just low enough to be an insult.

"My name is Belarus, at your service."

She frowned. The name was familiar to her.

"Are the younglings safe? They are unharmed? If you have laid one finger on them, my kind will not be very forgiving." she snarled.

"They are safe and unharmed and will remain so if you continue to co-operate."

"What do you want? My kind and your kind don't usually meet for tea parties."

Belarus smiled wide and stood before her. For a Kindred, he had to admit, her beauty was almost as alluring as that of any Sidhe.

"You and your younglings are free to go if you agree to one simple thing. It's quite trivial really. I want you to be my Oracle."

"Wait, you've got it all wrong. I don't have those kind of abilities." she replied firmly.

"I think you do. In fact, I know you do. My operatives have been keeping a close eye on you for quite a while. Your type of power is rare even among the Kindred. All I am simply asking is that when I have need of you, you come to me and share with me the visions you see of the Sidhe."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why would you be interested in that?"

"Need to know and you my dear do not need to know." 

"I could crush your windpipe, right here, even before your guard could make it past the cell doors." she whispered.

"You could do that but you won't. You care too much for the younglings in my possession."

He had her there. She wouldn't risk their safety. They were the first to be born in ten years. The Clans needed them, now, more then ever when their numbers dwindled at the mercy of the renegade Inquisitors. Despite her reluctance, despite every cell in her body screaming against it, she slowly reached out her hand to him. He took it gently in his own, his skin smooth to the touch.

"Fine. You have your accord. When you have need of my visions, I shall come to you."

"Excellent. You've made the right choice."

"The younglings."

"Of course." he stepped aside and signaled for his guard to take her to them. As she passed him, she vowed that she would find a way to wipe the smile off his face.

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Behind the scene photo snap.