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The Feywild: Tuesday Fandom Time
The trip to the Feywild had been successful, but Percy couldn’t shake the feeling he’d been more of a liability than an asset. Despite all his research and supposed knowledge of the place, his only real contribution was giving Vex a pep talk. Everything else he’d done felt like rubbish.
“We should return to Syngorn,” he suggested to Vex as they walked through the bog. “I imagine you’re eager to show your father that.”
“Actually… I’m not ready,” Vex said quietly, clutching her new bow tightly. “I don’t think I can face him again. Not yet.”
“Don’t let him get under your skin, Stubby,” Vax interjected with a sigh. “He is who he’s always been.”
“I know,” Vex replied, her voice steady. “And so am I.”
Percy opened his mouth to add something, but a burst of laughter cut him off. The group turned sharply to see an orange-haired satyr perched casually on a tree branch nearby.
“What a show!” the satyr exclaimed. “I usually hate the theater, but that had everything: drama, action, family shame…”
Percy scowled. “I distinctly recall you saying we’d never see you again.”
“Yes, I did. And you won’t. Because you lot are going home,” Garmelie quipped, snapping his fingers and muttering an incantation.
A shimmering portal appeared before them, its glowing edges framing the familiar sight of the Parchwood Timberlands on the other side.
They all thought it, but Vax said it aloud: “How the fuck…?”
“You’ve given me more entertainment in the last two dusks than I’ve had in millennia,” Garmelie explained, now floating lazily in the air beside them. “So, I figured I’d return the favor. This will take you back to Tal’Dorei.”
Percy’s suspicions deepened as he eyed the satyr. “What are you, really?”
“Excellent question, Fancy Pants,” Garmelie replied with a mischievous grin. “But I’m afraid the answer will have to wait until next time.”
He gestured dramatically toward the portal, his voice sing-song. “Por-tal’s clo-sing!”
“Ah, shit, right,” Vax said, hurriedly ushering Vex and Keyleth through the shrinking portal. “Everyone through!”
Percy hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the satyr. He couldn’t resist getting in one last dig. “The Fey Realm is definitely better in the books.”
Okay, that wasn’t his best, but in Percy’s mind, the intent was razor-sharp.
The satyr’s grin faltered. The air around him shimmered, bending unnaturally, and suddenly he was no longer a satyr. Standing there instead was a tall, humanoid figure with elven features and long, elegant ears.
“Is that so… Fancy Pants?”
The voice was no longer lighthearted and squirrelish. It was smooth, dangerous, and eerily calm. Percy’s stomach dropped as he realized he should have kept his mouth shut. He made a desperate dash for the portal, but the energy shifted, crackling and distorting.
He was falling.
Behind him, the Archfey’s voice rang out, dripping with mocking amusement. “Safe travels! I hope you find this place to be more... fun.”
Taken from Season 2 Episode 8: The Echo Tree. NFI/NFB
“We should return to Syngorn,” he suggested to Vex as they walked through the bog. “I imagine you’re eager to show your father that.”
“Actually… I’m not ready,” Vex said quietly, clutching her new bow tightly. “I don’t think I can face him again. Not yet.”
“Don’t let him get under your skin, Stubby,” Vax interjected with a sigh. “He is who he’s always been.”
“I know,” Vex replied, her voice steady. “And so am I.”
Percy opened his mouth to add something, but a burst of laughter cut him off. The group turned sharply to see an orange-haired satyr perched casually on a tree branch nearby.
“What a show!” the satyr exclaimed. “I usually hate the theater, but that had everything: drama, action, family shame…”
Percy scowled. “I distinctly recall you saying we’d never see you again.”
“Yes, I did. And you won’t. Because you lot are going home,” Garmelie quipped, snapping his fingers and muttering an incantation.
A shimmering portal appeared before them, its glowing edges framing the familiar sight of the Parchwood Timberlands on the other side.
They all thought it, but Vax said it aloud: “How the fuck…?”
“You’ve given me more entertainment in the last two dusks than I’ve had in millennia,” Garmelie explained, now floating lazily in the air beside them. “So, I figured I’d return the favor. This will take you back to Tal’Dorei.”
Percy’s suspicions deepened as he eyed the satyr. “What are you, really?”
“Excellent question, Fancy Pants,” Garmelie replied with a mischievous grin. “But I’m afraid the answer will have to wait until next time.”
He gestured dramatically toward the portal, his voice sing-song. “Por-tal’s clo-sing!”
“Ah, shit, right,” Vax said, hurriedly ushering Vex and Keyleth through the shrinking portal. “Everyone through!”
Percy hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the satyr. He couldn’t resist getting in one last dig. “The Fey Realm is definitely better in the books.”
Okay, that wasn’t his best, but in Percy’s mind, the intent was razor-sharp.
The satyr’s grin faltered. The air around him shimmered, bending unnaturally, and suddenly he was no longer a satyr. Standing there instead was a tall, humanoid figure with elven features and long, elegant ears.
“Is that so… Fancy Pants?”
The voice was no longer lighthearted and squirrelish. It was smooth, dangerous, and eerily calm. Percy’s stomach dropped as he realized he should have kept his mouth shut. He made a desperate dash for the portal, but the energy shifted, crackling and distorting.
He was falling.
Behind him, the Archfey’s voice rang out, dripping with mocking amusement. “Safe travels! I hope you find this place to be more... fun.”
Taken from Season 2 Episode 8: The Echo Tree. NFI/NFB