Alder's Grove

Written to inventrix's prompt


Mike hadn't done many of these new student pick-ups - Luke didn't quite trust him to be adult about it, and he didn't have the travelling resources that, say, Laurel did - but Tzivyah's extended, adoptive family were friends of his from his wild days in the seventies and eighties, and the girl herself was a strange case. There hadn't been a peep on Shira's radar, to the point where they'd thought that she wouldn't Change at all without serious prodding, not a whisper from either of the sensitives they employed in the Village, and then all three of them, at once, had come to Regine's office. Yesterday. Pounding on the door. Insisting that right now, right now someone had to go get Tzivyah.

When your clairvoyant, your clairsensitive and your precognitive agree that urgently, someone goes, right then.

Mike had enlisted the help of a teleporter to drop him outside of town. It was a risk – everyone was very touchy about fae right now, and teleportation was very obviously fae – but Shira had been breathing down his neck so badly he’d thought she might end up getting carried along in the teleport.
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To kissofjudas' prompt: Addergoole, maybe 2 years into the apocalypse.

It was a week into the Keeping that things went south.

If it had been on the first or second or third order, the second day or third, Vercingetorix might have freed her and tried to get a promise not to mess with him in retaliation. But no, it was a week in and even if he'd wanted to, she'd learned too much.

"Go do the dishes, and then work on your homework." It'd been a long day, and they were both tired; her magic class was exhausting, which he might have remembered if he'd been thinking straight.

"No." Glaucia looked at him as if challenging him to say something. "I need something to eat, I'm falling over, and I don't have any homework. Why don't you do the dishes?"
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directly after The Reveal, from yesterday.

Urania ran straight into the demon's wing membrane, dragging the skinny kid along with her. If she shoved through fast and hard enough, the door ought to push open. It might hurt a bit, but that was nothing compared to what would happen if a room full of demons got their hands on her.

She'd been hiding in the bleachers when they attacked her school. Urania had a very clear idea of what demons were capable of.

The demon made a surprised grunt, but they were going too fast for him to stop them. One sharp shove through with the heel of her hand, an awful bending and tearing noise, and they were through.

Forward and to the left, that was where they'd come in. Urania didn't stop, didn't slow down, just ran, catching the skinny kid as he stumbled, pulling him upright when he fell.

She'd be quicker without him.

She wasn't going to leave anyone to the demons.
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I asked for fun Addergoole-related prompts here; this riffed off of wyld_dandelyon's prompt.

Year 19 of the Addergoole School

"Look at you, you're filthy."

Antonia flinched. She was filthy; she hadn't had a shower since the gods attacked, unless you counted rainstorms, and hadn't had a bath in over a year, unless you counted dipping in creeks.

Her clothes were so grimy they stood on their own, but they had held up against weather and road damage, enough that she thought the dirt might be a layer of protection all on its own. Her hair, she'd finally chopped short as the summer came - with a knife, because that's what she'd had.

They had run when the gods attacked her hometown, ten of them on a school trip. There had only been three when the terrifying winged man had found her; she didn't know what he'd done with Mella or Steve, and she was scared to ask.

He'd dropped her here, in the halls of what appeared to be the plushest underground bunker ever, and taken off with barely a word. She'd been fighting him the whole time, but now, sitting here with her duffle bag and nothing else, she didn't have anything to fight.
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