Fairytale - part two

[maderr]

In the tavern below, no one would look up at them. If Kaleo had actually been expecting gratitude, or anything at all, he would have been crushed. As it was, he had enough on his mind.

Outside, the streets were deserted—save for one figure. Too late. Kaleo unthinkingly reached out and slid his hand into Tihan's, wondering if it was silly to feel better from that simple contact, the way Tihan immediately gripped his hand tight.

"Clever, little mage," Joffer said as he reached them, and Kaleo immediately saw what Tihan had meant by the strangeness of his eyes—there was a wildness to them that he had not seen yesterday. Perhaps it was simply more apparently today. "You are no idle Piper, peddling your skills for trifling coin."

Tihan squeezed his hand tight once more, then let go, lifting his sword in the other. "We are here by the will of the King," he said. "To slay you, dragon, if it must come to that. We prefer no violence, but will resort to it."

Rage and pain flared in Joffer's eyes. "You come to help these stupid humans, but who helped me?" he snarled. "All our lives we were good little humans, eager to fit in and not be slain—and then a human got greedy, and slew my mate and son, and stole our bond jewels, and you come to kill me? Then do it, human. Kill me the same way they killed half my family, when our only crime was to possess jewels that some human thought he better deserved."

Kaleo motioned, but Tihan was already lowering his sword. "What do you mean?" Kaleo asked quietly. "Explain everything to us. We came here to break a curse, that is all. If there is some greater wrong which must be righted, then we need to know of it."

Joffer laughed bitterly, eyes glistening, and Kaleo could only marvel that he managed to hold back the tears, if all that he had so far said was true.

"Tell us what happened," Tihan said in his firm and gentle way. Kaleo had heard it himself, more than once, on the rare occasion he'd had a bad job go poorly, and had refused to speak of it. Tihan had made him, and it was one of those discussions which had led to their first night as lovers.

Joffer just stared at them, anger and devastation, anguish and mistrust plain upon his face, in those hard, wild eyes.

"Please," Kaleo said gently. "You are a citizen of the king, too."

"Which is why you hunted my people near to extinction, and forced those of us who lived to live as humans or die as well," Joffer snarled. "We did that, and still it was not good enough."

Kaleo nodded, for what was there to say? Dragons were feared, for their power and the lengths to which they would go for revenge, for justice—but not all stories of dragons were tales of blood and fear. There were good dragon stories, too. Many said the dragons had been hunted down unfairly—it was issue which carried a great deal of anger, confusion, hurt, and shame.

"Come with me," Joffer said bitterly, and turned sharply away, stalking back down the way he had come, forcing Kaleo and Tihan to race after him. He moved quickly, and they could barely keep pace, panting for breath when he finally came to a halt well outside of town, just past the fine house which must his, to a little clearing which boasted nothing more than a single, small tree.

There was no snow beneath it, despite the fact the barren tree would not have blocked it. Green grass grew, heedless of the bitter cold. Two stone markers rest at the base of the tree, and Kaleo closed his eyes against the pain on Joffer's face.

"We have lived here a very long time," Joffer said quietly. "Changing periodically, as we must. Always taking care, always cautious, always looking out for the village, our home. We return to our true shape at night, and hurt no one. My wife and I were together many years, before we finally decided to risk having children. We wanted children badly. One son, and a few years later, one daughter." His face tightened, and his voice grew unsteady with emotions barely contained. "One night, several weeks ago, I was called away to deal with a problem many miles away, concerning a farmer who does not care to live close to the village. When I returned, very late at night, I found my wife and son dead—poisoned, then their throats cut. My daughter would likely be the same, but she was sick and so we had hidden her elsewhere should her draconic nature slip out while ill. The murderer had broken into our chest, and stolen the only treasures about which my mate and I still deeply cared—the bonding jewels we exchanged when we pledged our lives to each other."

Joffer tore his eyes from the gravestones, and hatred blazed in his eyes. "Until the murderer steps forward, and I have both my jewels and his life, I will not cease making them all suffer. They know what happened to me, and they know it was unjust, and still the one responsible will not step forward. I do not even know how many of them were party to it. I—" He looked away, making a rough sound, and stared again at the gravestones. "I hope it was just one, for I would hate to think it many."

So he did not completely hate all the villagers, though Kaleo knew he would never love them again, not as he obviously had for so many years. A dragon who had, until recently, not entirely hated being human. Quite the contrary, possibly. "Your daughter does not know?"

"I told her they were sick, too," Joffer said, sounding closer to tears than Kaleo had yet heard him. "She was devastated, of course, for she feels guilty that she lived and they did not—but that is preferable to the truth, that people she trusts murdered her family in cold blood over a matter of wealth. I will have to tell her one day, perhaps, but not now."

Kaleo nodded. "Then it sounds as though we must force the killer into revealing himself.

Joffer sneered. "What do you think I have been trying to do?"

"We simply need to strike where it will hurt the most," Kaleo said. "Take me to your preset spell, and let us tweak it."

"What are you planning?" Tihan asked, finally speaking.

"I worked hard to get rid of those rats," Kaleo replied. "If the town refuses to pay me, then I intend to have my revenge."

Tihan frowned. "Just don't pass out again."

Kaleo waved his concern away. "If I am not allowed to fret about that scar on your stomach, you are not allowed to fuss over me. Now, I want to see that preset spell."

Joffer frowned, but slowly motioned. "It's the tree," he said. "Much easier to keep all my magic in one place. What do you want to do?" He rubbed his forehead, looking suddenly exhausted. "I do not even know how the two of you even heard it. Part of the spell keeps the villagers asleep while the spell is renewed." He pursed his lips at them, equal parts annoyed and thoughtful. "I guess being a sound mage yourself, you are attuned and somewhat immune. That does not explain your guardian, but then again mates do pick up one another's traits as the years pass. I learned music from my mate, you know."

He looked so sad as he said those last words, Kaleo ached, but what could he possibly say? That he understood? He knew that if Tihan died, he would be equally devastated, but there was no point in saying that when they both stood there healthy and alive.

Instead, he stepped forward, and explained to Joffer what he planned on doing, and together they reworked the preset spell.

They finished as night fell, and ate a hasty dinner at Joffer's home.

"It's harsh," Tihan said quietly.

"No harm will come to them," Joffer said firmly.

Kaleo said nothing, merely finished his tea and then rose. Bundling up in his colorful coat, pulling up hood and scarf to fight away as much of the chill as possible, he ventured back out into the cold. A hand rested briefly on his lower back, warm and reassuring, and the words he wanted so badly to say actually seemed as though they might finally dislodge from his throat—but then they were at the knoll from the night before.

Below, the village was dark, save for a smattering of lit windows. The moon was waning, her light weaker now that it had been the nights previous. Joffer leaned against the tree, looking tired and grim.

Tihan grasped Kaleo's chin, and kissed him softly, and looked as though he wanted to say something—but in the end, he let go and stepped back, saying only a gruff, "No passing out."

Rolling his eyes, Kaleo pulled out his pipe and began to play.

The fact they were using children did not make him happy. The children had done nothing wrong; they, in all of this, were innocent.

They were also the best place to strike, and it was his sworn duty to solve such problems in the name of the King. It still made him sick to his stomach, but there were worse things he could do.

So he played and played and played, too focused upon that to really see anything. As with the rats, he could feel as each child was pulled into the power of his song. To manipulate so many children required he and Joffer working together—Joffer's preset spell setting the groundwork of destination, sleepwalking, that only children of certain ages would be affected. Kaleo had only to guide, them and guide them he did.

The adults slept on, kept asleep precisely as they had been for the enchanting of the rats.

One by one, occasionally in two or threes or fours, he felt it as the children came to the end of the spell, found a place in Joffer's house to lie down and return to true, uninterrupted sleep. When the last child left the web of the spell, Kaleo finished the song and slowly tucked his pipe away.

He held a hand to his forehead in a futile effort to stave off dizziness, then realized too late that the gesture would give it away.

Sure enough, an arm slid around his waist and Kaleo could almost feel the way Tihan was scowling at him in the dark. "I didn't pass out," he said, though he really would like a very long nap. Too exhausted and drained to resist, he let his head fall on Tihan's shoulder, oblivious to the cold when arms wrapped round him.

All he wanted was to stay right within the circle of those warm arms, and kiss Tihan soundly, then drag them both to bed. Unfortunately, their business was not yet concluded.

"Come on," Tihan said quietly. "We've got to make certain you are ready and waiting when they discover all their children are gone in the morning."

Kaleo nodded and stifled a sigh. "I wish we could wait in bed." He turned to Joffer. "Lord Mayor, it probably would be best if you were not around when they come looking for the source of the trouble. They will go straight for you, for obvious reasons, and pay little attention to me."

Joffer nodded, though it was with obvious reluctance. "I will go look after the children, and see that they are well. Let me know when the spell can be broken…" When, hopefully, he would have his jewels back—and his revenge, for King's man or not, Kaleo could not deny him that. Those who bore the King's Seals learned quickly when the strict letter of the law should be obeyed, where it could be bent…and when to look the other way.

Slowly he pulled away from Tihan, wishing once more there was time to say what he wanted. Well, once this affair was over. Somehow, taking the risk was becoming easier to take, when set against the possibility that next time, Tihan might not be rescued by a mage in time.

Bidding a good night to Joffer, repeating the promise to let him know the very moment the matter was resolved. Then he followed Tihan away from the knoll, down the hill and back into the village, where they made their way to the square and waited.

He hummed a spell to keep them warm, but that seemed to sap the last of his energy, for he remembered nothing more past Tihan's scent, the warmth of him, the firmness of his shoulder—until the shouting jerking him awake.

Kaleo stared, then snapped fully awake as the anger and fear washed over him. Pulling out his pipe, he played until the threatening crowd around him fell into a still silence. He could not control so great a crowd, but he could persuade it.

"You stole our children," a man said, and Kaleo recognized him as the barkeep at the inn where they stayed. "Why would you do that, Piper?"

If not for the spell holding them in place, Kaleo sensed the man would have attacked him. All of them would have—not that he could blame them. Not for that, anyway. He could, and would, blame them for other things."

"I agreed," he said slowly, "to rid this village of the rats for a small price. No one paid me that price." He blew a series of sharp, piercing notes when they began to shout and bellow again in outrage. "You cheated me of my fee," he said, "but I may be willing to overlook it, if you confess to me which among you committed a far greater crime."

He looked over them, meeting glances and waiting until guilt drove each villager to look away.

"You know the crime of which I speak," Kaleo said quietly. "You know it was wrong. Return to me the stolen jewels, and surrender the guilty parties, or you will never see your children again."

"You can't do that!" a woman snarled, all but vibrating in place as she fought futilely against Kaleo's spell. "That's not fair! They're only children!"

"What of the child slain?" Tihan demanded, drawing his sword, causing more than a few people to try and back away in fear. "Did that poor dragon child, who never did a one of you harm, deserve to die? Do not try to say they deserved it, for the theft of the jewels proves it was a mission of greed, not justice. In the name of the King, whose Seal I carry, you will surrender the name of the guilty or your children will be the price you pay for your silence."

The anger and noise had died abruptly at Tihan's declaration he bore the King's Seal, and the silence deepened as Tihan and Kaleo both drew their Seals to prove their claims—and that the threat to keep the children was not idle.

One moment everything was dead silent—and the very next the square was flooded with anger and accusations, as everyone bellowed and shouted and pointed fingers, each simultaneously declaring his own innocence—until, at last, they threw forward a man who was short, bulky, and deceptively cheerful looking in nature until Kaleo really looked in his eyes.

"He did it," the woman from earlier said viciously. "He discovered the whole lot of them were dragons, and said they were probably stealing our money to hoard as treasure, and he went and took it back—we don't deserve to lose our children over that."

The rest of the village chimed in, reaching all new levels of chaotic noise, enough that it made his head throb and ache. Lifting his pipe once more to his lips, Kaleo hit a note that caused every last one of them to scream in pain and clutch at their ears.

Save for Tihan, who merely sneered at all of them, long used to Kaleo's methods of dealing with crowds.

"It seems to me," Tihan said coldly, "that every person here is guilty in some fashion. If you knew the crime was to be committed, and did nothing to stop it, then under the King's Law you are nearly as guilty as he who committed it. The penalty for any involvement in murder is execution. One woman and one child are dead; the King would stand by us if we declared that each of you deserves the full penalty of the law." He motioned sharply with his sword when the noise started up again and bellowed, "Silence!"

Kaleo stepped forward. "We are within our rights to sentence you as we see fit. However, to kill an entire village accomplishes nothing, and there are still the children to think of. So here is what you will do, if you want to avoid being clapped in chains and hauled off to the gallows. Return the jewels which were stolen."

Tihan wasted no time in waiting for the man thrown from the crowd to comply, but stepped forward and snatched him up. Then he rifled through the man's clothes, at last coming out with a small leather purse. Letting the man go, uncaring that he fell to the ground, Tihan pulled open the drawstring—then whistled. "Beautiful," he said. "Diamonds like these could buy this village a hundred times over, I would wager." Closing the bag again, he shoved it into his tunic, then returned his full attention to the villagers.

"You have the jewels now," another woman said defensively, and motioned to the min. "As well as him."

Kaleo played a short, idle tune that spoke of guilt and shame and recrimination. Lowering the flute a moment later, he said, "That does not absolve you of guilt. As I said, those who know but fail to act, are nearly as guilty as he who committed the crime. Your penalty is this—go to the Mayor, make your apologies, beg him to return your children. The decision to return them or not is his decision."

"That's not fair!" the barkeep snarled. "He can't keep our children."

"But you can kill his, or stand by why another does the killing?" Tihan asked coldly. The barkeep fell silent. Tihan said, "The Piper has spoken, and with the weight of the King. I uphold his decision, and bear the same weight. If you want your children, you must beg them from he whom you wronged."

Kaleo played a sharp, commanding note to stave off the protests he could see looming. Tihan gathered up their belongings, and he continued to play as they walked away, not stopping until they were well out of sight and near Joffer's house.

Joffer was waiting for them outside, and Kaleo let Tihan return the jewels and explain to him all that had transpired.

"What will you do?" Kaleo asked when Tihan fell silent.

"Give the children back," Joffer said, "if they are man enough to face me. It will not undo what they did, but…" He shrugged, and said nothing, merely tucked the jewels away in his own tunic. "I thank you for helping me. Though I would like nothing more than to hate all humans, you prove to me that is not a wise thing to do. After they have their children back, I think we will leave."

Kaleo nodded. "If ever you need us, please send word. The royal palace will always know how to find us, should it be necessary. Please."

Joffer nodded, and took each of their hand's in turn, shaking firmly. "I will. I thank you. Did you want to stay and rest a time?"

"No," Tihan said, shaking his head. "We had best get going, and our presence will not help. By this point, they hate us nearly as much as they hate themselves. I hope all ends as well as it possibly can, and am sorry that such tragedy befell you."

"When next we meet," Kaleo said, "I hope it is to a happier tune."

Joffer nodded one last time, and Kaleo and Tihan turned away, walking away from the village, and in the direction that would eventually take them back to the royal capital. Eventually, they would go their separate ways, but Kaleo hoped that day was still some time off.

They walked in silence for a little while, until Tihan broke it with an idle, "It looks as though we'll be sleeping outside tonight."

Kaleo nodded, unable to be displeased about it because it was, after all, time spent with Tihan. "We should make camp early, I think, since I doubt you got any sleep at all." He grimaced. "I am sorry for falling asleep."

Tihan rolled his eyes, and suddenly reached out and looped his arm around Kaleo's shoulders, dragging him flush against Tihan's side. "I didn't mind," he said quietly. "You've worn yourself out without the amount of magic you've had to put out, and all of it high-level stuff. I'm astonished you're still walking."

"I—" Kaleo bit the words off. "You told me not to faint again," he said finally, but the jest fell flat.

Abruptly Tihan stopped, arm sliding away, and he held tightly to Kaleo's elbow. "Look, Kaleo…we've been…well, we've known each other awhile now, right?"

Kaleo blinked, then his heart began to speed up with dread. Was this the end? Had Tihan finally decided he'd had enough? "Yes," he said slowly.

Tihan nodded, and Kaleo realized suddenly he looked nervous. "I—" Tihan sighed. "Well, first off, I might have underplayed a little bit how severe my wound was—and how close I came to dying. There wasn't a mage right there and the wound—well—I came a lot closer to dying than I thought you probably wanted to know."

"What!" Kaleo said, angry and afraid all at once. "Why—"

But he was cut off by a finger over his lips. "I didn't want you to worry," Tihan said quietly, eyes serious as they locked with his. "As a matter of fact, Kaleo, I thought about you a lot while I lay there thinking I was going to die. Alone in the woods, with not a single friend even remotely close, and not where anyone was likely to ever find me. Where you would never be able to find me, and that bothered me a lot, because I didn't want you to ever think I had just vanished for good without saying something to you."

"Tihan…"

"I know you and I have always been…a bit of a lark. Nothing serious, or anything, but well…being a few breaths away from death makes one think, and all I could think about was you. We've never been serious, and I don't know what you—"

Kaleo cut him off with a kiss, unable to think of another way to try and express all at once his fear and relief and unadulterated joy. He broke the kiss only when he absolutely needed to breathe, and said, "I love you. I have. For a long time, I mean."

Tihan stared for a moment, then his stunned state gave over to a bright, lopsided smile, followed almost immediately by a kiss that made Kaleo dizzy.

"Pretty Pied Piper, won't you play me a song?" Tihan said against his lips, when they broke part that small bit.

"What song shall I play thee?"

"Play me a love song."

Kaleo smiled and drew him into another kiss. "As you wish."

Comments

[saaski-moql.livejournal.com]

"That's not fair!" the barkeep snarled. "He can't keep our children."

"But you can kill his, or stand by why another does the killing?"

Thank you.

[unusualmusic.livejournal.com]

YES.


OT: Where did you get your icon from?

[saaski-moql.livejournal.com]

It was made by lj user="enraina">, but I got it a while ago and I don't know what happened to the account. feel free to use it with credit though~

[unusualmusic.livejournal.com]

"Pretty Pied Piper, won't you play me a song?" Tihan said against his lips, when they broke part that small bit.

"What song shall I play thee?"

"Play me a love song."

Kaleo smiled and drew him into another kiss. "As you wish."

Love this part.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, very good :D

I do love the end part. So very sweet :) And I like Kaleo's name. It makes me think of the greek verb kaleo, which means to speak. How very fitting that Kaleo uses sound for magic :)

[rappleart3.livejournal.com]

Sorry, that was me XD

[miikarin.livejournal.com]

Such a sweet story, and the execution was marvelous!

The Pretty Pied Piper part got me every single time. So sweet.

And hey, I wouldn't mind paying to read you stories. Not at all.

Lastly, your music is amusing. Murdering pumpkins indeed.

[bare-bear.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. I think you pulled off The Pied Piper really well.

On another note, although I've loved all the great, free reading material you've provided us with, I am more than willing to pay for your stories. I love having copies of your books on my shelves (or more often, on my coffee table or beside my bed!), and I have several of your stories downloaded on my desktop for times I want to procrastinate. ;D I wish you all the best in working towards writing full time. I know I'll love the results!

[mechante-fille.livejournal.com]

*____* Very sparkly, Meg. I LOVE the reason for taking the children. It still leaves a whole village of stupid people, but at least there are reasons behind it, now.

I hope Joffer finds happiness and love and trust again some day. *pets* He is so tragic. I'm glad he has his daughter.

And Kaleo and Tihan! I love them discovering their love. <3 I hope they get to work together all the time now.

Also, I'm proud of you for the plans you are making and that you are working hard to make your dreams come true. *snugs*

Bring on the over involvement with a story of fiction soap box.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Beautiful and lovely and sad. The first two are easy but the last..
Sad that the nasty disloyal village will continue on and might possibly put that murderer in the place literally of Joffer as mayor. It's easy to forget the truth as you said in this story if the right PR is put in place. Joffer will have to leave behind his house and start again somewhere else after all the care he has taken of those villagers but worse is that he will have to leave behind the graves of his mate and son. *sigh* That is the problem with being a good dragon. Never will that debt be paid back to him. So much easier to burn down the village and make the surviving villagers move away or cause a pestilence to kill the adults leaving the innocent children behind.
The original story seems very fair. This one for all it's fantasy is more real. Life is not sweetness pure but it has its moments.

[tygati.livejournal.com]

I love you.

There is more to be said, I think, but I'm going to go pass out now. z.z

But be assured you are Awesomeness Incarnate.

[stoplightgodess.livejournal.com]

Explode the nasty villagers with vile concoctions that will not vanish ere they change their wicked ways! Muahahahaha!
Yes, I'm a little out of it. Shiny story. I always wondered why the rats were there in the first place.

[niravive.livejournal.com]

Oh god, my love for this was sealed from the description of his coat all the way down to the last sentence. ^___________^ And I will gladly pay for your writing (as evidenced by my collection of your paper books and ebooks). Especially once I have a better paying job.

[evilgeniuskoji.livejournal.com]

Awwww. -melts- Ending was sweet and simple and cute. ^^ Knew that the mortal wound would waken Tihan to his senses about Kaleo. Otherwise, why would he start kissing him so openly, showing affection?

Ugh, the towns people sicken me. It would serve them right to never get their children back, to corrupt them as they will. I think they would've been better off with Joffer and his daughter. -huff- Humans, ugh.

[cobecat.livejournal.com]

This is beautifully nuanced, and I love how you stay true to enough of the fairytale that it's delightfully familiar but make it so completely new at the same time. Loved the plot, loved how the first impression of our 'antagonist' isn't so right after all, and loved the ending complete with its ambiguity for what will happen to the village. Would and will pay for stuff like this, M--'tis worth it.

[kiyoshi-chan.livejournal.com]

Can I please wipe out the whole village? Jesus, sometimes I hate people.

I'm sooooooooooooooooooo happy about the ending though. SO CUTE. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

[pretenna.livejournal.com]

*Unlurks*

This story was beautifull especially the ending that was just really cute!

I loved how you stayed true to the original story too.

Thank you for making a crappy day ten times better!

[avalon13.livejournal.com]

:DDDDD JOOOFFFFEEERRRRRR.

DDDDD: JOOOOOFFFFFEEEEER.

I think Joffer should eat the entire village. I also think Ala is KYOOT and needs to be Pinched and Cuddled.

Tee hee, Kaleo wants to touch Tihan's monkey.

[hel-cat69.livejournal.com]

I have a question. Didn't you write another Pied Piper story before? I vaguely remember reading one in the view of the mayor's son and how he gave himself up for payment when the town refused to.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

That was tsaiko actually.

[dyoklako.livejournal.com]

this is beautifully written. i will try to find a way to be able to purchase your work from where i live. i have enjoyed all your fictions and hope to continue doing so.

thank you for sharing this unbeta'd fic. ^_^

[akerushin.livejournal.com]

<333 Awww. The end was a little sappy but still sweet.

But ouch. An entire village complicit in the crime and Joffer and his daughter have to leave because really what can they do?

[(Anonymous)]

A few questions:

1. Will you be finishing Meant to Be? I really want to know if Pyotr ever finds happiness with Jade.

2. Are you going to try and get your books sold on Loose Id, Samahain Publishing, etc? You definitely have more talent then some of their popular authors.

3. Will there be a story about Joffer?

[maderr.livejournal.com]

I will. It doesn't show, but I love Petya. He's probably my sekkret favorite from Kidnapped verse. I just...things burned me out bad on Kidnapped. I will finish Meant, however.

I could try? I dunno, my stuff never seems to pass muster with those sites. I have other plans, currently.

I have no idea. An idea may bite, down the road. I don't like leaving him so unhappy.

[convexbaka.livejournal.com]

SO IN LOVE!!! *fangirling*
That just made my whole shitty confusing week amazing. Thank you! I can sympathize with Kaleo.

ps I've been searching for the prequel to Paradise (Sebastian and Klause) and the rest of Lord Enterprises. The links were on your old version of the website, but I couldn't find them after you changed the formatting. (I've backread your entries over three years looking for it/them.) And are you intending to finish Paradise?

[convexbaka.livejournal.com]

erm, I know you said unbetad. Not sure if you want these noted, but

Unfortunately, he'd had no day in that matter. - "say"
That is a new one on me - "to"
Even now, three scuttled right over their shoes, and Tihan ^ them hard, - kicked?
You too about twenty years off my life, Kaleo. - "took"
that his trust steward of fifteen years - "trusted"

And upon rereading - I wish I had a credit card so that I could buy your works. (And that I had a regular job.)

[twilight-angel.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, sweet and plotty and intrigue and *purr*. Very awesome. I really like how you've tweaked the original tale so that it's both familiar and new. And I seriously love the music-magic. Very nice.

Although a little strange to read, just because I'm reading China Mieville's King Rat at the moment, which is also a take on the Pied Piper story. :p

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my, was I the only one who noticed Joffer called the two of the "mates"? Even the characters didn't notice....

but either way, <3 , i love the crazy spins on the traditional fairy tales. I was never too fond of the Pied Piper, but you just completely changed that.

[koneikaa66.livejournal.com]

Yes, a comment from me, long time none done, ne... *head bowed in shame* Though I still reread as often your story (today it was "The Curse" and some variouss drabble ^______^ Much love for all of those).
Love you. Love your fairytales (long-lived love now *___*) and love that fairytale even if I just saw it this evening (ME=very very ashamed, but that's sadly not the first time I lost track of posts on LJ_but I'm very sad when it's story-post, though it feels nice to just find it like that it's like "surprise-story" plus it's may make me forget for a while that woman-only-pain that will stay with me the next few days).
Did you already post the part with Joffer and did I also miss it (that won't be surprising, knowing me -_-... sad but not surprising)?
Okay now let's try to get some sleep!

.....or noooo : Okay one last question : how was Tihan saved finally?
Oh and I love the part about the tat : more about it, either with Kaleo&Tihan or with new characters? why not both? (though you have first to finish your active WIP_very curious about "Bound"...).
Really had to sleep now. Goodnight!

[koneikaa66.livejournal.com]

Sorry for the double comment&the awfuln grammar mistake I just saw (and the one I didn't see as usual...)