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TITLE: Shall We Dream?
PERPETRATOR: LadyFirehair Is this a play on Lady LovelyLocks, cause that is so not on.
SUE-O-METER: (toxic) More like super-stinky toxic sludge that will stink forever and ever.
FULL NAME: Prince Draco of the Serpent Isles and Hermoine, daughter of the Queen of Eaia
SPECIES: Draco is a man, and Hermione is a water nymph
HAIR: Draco: "silky white- blonde", "shaggy". Hermione: "long satiny dark hair streaming behind her in its own sunkissed chestnut wave", "a bright chestnut colour tinted with gold from all the time spent under the sun".
EYES: Draco: "molten silver". Hermione: "a pair of large intelligent brown eyes that shone with flecks of honey when in the grip of a strong emotion".
MARKINGS: Draco: "magnificently sculpted muscles", an "aristocratic face". Hermione: "pale and creamy and translucent webbed hands and feet that changed into normal hands and feet on land". "Ruby red" lips.
POSSESSIONS: Draco: "His fine white linin shirt and emerald green tunic were displayed on a nearby rock as were his silver ribbon for his hair and his soft, well worn, leather boots."
ORIGIN: Typical star-crossed lovers nonsense.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Prince Draco is not supposed to love a water nymph, and Hermione is not supposed to love a human. But they will love each other regardless *violins play* Draco saves her from some rocks she was pinned against, which is weird seeing how she can live in water and on land.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Draco: mad lifeguarding skillz. Hermione: can live on land and in the sea, but seems to be pretty useless.
NOTES: The purple prose from this one stinks!
Unfortunately the Serpent Isles had no allies to help support them, as the Lionan’s had alligned themselves with all of the far away lands. The only nation that the Lionan’s hadn’t infiltrated was the Eaian race of water Nymph’s that ruled the oceans.
Lucius had inherited the age old prejudice against the Eaian’s and he had tried to instil it in his son as well. He had taught Draco that the water nymphs had mud instead of blood running through their veins and that meant that they were inferior to the ‘Pure blooded’ humans of the Isles.
Unknown to Lucius, Narcissa had taught Draco the true facts of the water nymphs.
They were all female apparently and they mated with human males to produce offspring. If it was a son then it was given to the father to raise as an heir. If it was a daughter then she would be taken into the ocean and raised as a Nymph and often enough the father never saw the Nymph he had loved or his daughter again.
Another feature of the water Nymphs were that they were amazingly beautiful. They enchanted the males so that the hapless men would fall hopelessly and totally in love.
Lucius hated the Nymphs and considered them unworthy due to their ‘tainted’ blood. Secretly Draco was fascinated by the sound of this race. He desperately wanted to meet and converse with one of them and also, he silently admitted to himself, gaze at her beauty.
Draco sighed and slid off his rock. He should really head back up the cliff and then ride back to Caer Malfoy the capital of the Serpent Isles.
Suddenly he heard a cry, drowned slightly by the crash of the waves on the rock platform.
“Help! Oh please help me! Anyone!”
Hermoine, daughter of the Queen of Eaia, dived through the crystal clear water, her long satiny dark hair streaming behind her in its own sunkissed chestnut wave.
Her pale skin gleamed against the silver spray of the tumbling waves.
Even for a Eaian Hermoine was stunningly beautiful. Her hair was a bright chestnut colour tinted with gold from all the time spent under the sun. Her skin was pale and creamy and translucent webbed hands and feet that changed into normal hands and feet on land. She had a pair of large intelligent brown eyes that shone with flecks of honey when in the grip of a strong emotion. Her lips were ruby red and usually curved in laughter or a smile.
She noted an outlying rock near the shore and pulled herself slickly up onto it, the warm water trickling down her sleek form.
Suddenly her keen brown eyes caught the movement on the beach. She stiffened and poised ready to dive. But she saw the figure clearly and slowly she relaxed.
Hermoine knew about humans, knew about their sneakiness and their deviousness. She knew also about the men over the sea and their reckless and sometimes foolish courage.
She knew that the ruling house of the Serpent Isles had fair hair like coral and knew that the Lion lands had rulers with Jet black hair.
She knew of the Serpents Mage the evil sorcerer who looked like the serpents that the Isle was known for. She knew of his cruelty and his hatred of her people.
Her people didn’t trust the humans on the Earth, hence only the brief matings instead of the strong soul-mate bond that used to exist between a Nymph and her lover. They were wary of the Serpents knowing that the King, Lucius would attempt to exterminate them if he only knew how.
Hermoine however was intrigued by these creatures that were so different to her.
She had of course had the enivitable talk of what would happen when she chose a mate and the reprocussions but this wasn’t the reason she swam so near to the shore. She just wanted to watch one before having to swim home.
Silently she slid back into the turqoise water and swam closer.
She watched as the boy, and it was a boy Hermoine throught with excitement, sat on a boulder, lost deeply in thought.
Her blood raced in her veins as she noted the handsome set of his facial features and phisique.
He was gorgeos!
Breathtaken Hermoine sidled closer unaware of her dangerous proximity to the rock platform and the roar of a huge wave behind her.
When she did notice her danger it was too late.
The wave picked her up and hurled her slender form against the sharp unforgiving rocks.
She cried out, but the feeble call was drowned by the roar of the sea. Her leg was sliced open by a jagged rock and she screamed in pain.
Blood poured into the angry foaming sea, staining it a coppery brownish red. She felt her bones snapping as the wave continued its momentum and as the sound dropped she screamed desperately.
“Help! Oh please help me! Anyone!”
She knew that there were no Nymphs near enough to hear and she resigned herself to a pain filled death.
The wave chucked her carelessly into a jagged crevace between two rocks and she hung there as the waves receeded.