Excommunication for ex-Astra

What happened next will never be fully recalled by the blue skinned entity who at one time called herself Astra. She'd recall snatches of it. Feelings. Impressions.

Horror and regret.

She well recall knowing she had to do something, and quickly. Fighting hand to hand was not an option. The dragon mage here had trounced her with his magicks and thus why Fred found her chained naked to a cavern wall. While Fred might be not inept with the sword, she couldn't say that he was in her league (and thus was DEFINETELY no match for this dragon mage).

She had hoped that perhaps the dragon would be found and slain as it slept, but . . .

Anyway, as it stood now she was only a fraction of the height (and weight) she'd been as human, so attacking physically was NOT an option. Strength of arms was not the way (if she could manage it with her new faerie nature constantly trying to overcome her old nature). However, as a Blue Faerie, and had powers far greater than physical strength to draw on. The Blue Faeries were the most powerful of all the Faeries. They wielded a form of magic called the Blue, which even the mages did not understand. That might be her edge here, for it had creative and destructive potential greater than any other form of magic. That in part was the reason that her present species were pacifists, their magic was dangerous even to them. They dared not use it offensively, the one who'd been known as Astra knew down to her bones. But they could wield it in self-defense, and in the defense of those they loved. She had only used the Blue once before, to forge her new armor. Would she be able to adjust to it as quickly as she had adjusted to flight? She could only hope.

Proved to be a false hope. Things got ugly really quickly and Fred and Velus . . . got killed in the crossfire. Something . . .snapped within the blue faerie.

. . .

She has impressions of something . . . terrible happening to the dragon mage. Horrible screaming which trailed off into a whimper.

Silence.

Impressions of her fainting and then awaking in a fevered state in a lovely forest. Magical forest with lights and soft bells.

The impression of looks of horror and outrages on similar creatures as herself . . .

And her being, for want of a better word, excommunicated. Never to return to that wondrous forest and something . . . .changing within her.

She looked no different in her outward appearance, but inside was a different story. Okay, her peers had looked within and saw that she still had a violent nature and had DARED used the Blue in a violent manner? So be it, she can be as violent as she wishes, but she was no longer one of their own! The ceremony of excommunication removed the pacific nature trying for dominance within the clouded mind of the blue skinned woman, anyway.

Left her with a rather jumbled set of memories. Even to the point of not knowing (initially) just who and WHAT she was, but that's later.

Later day sages will note that somewhere in time of the appearance of an offshoot of the blue faeries who called themselves . . . .pixies. They called upon magicks not as powerful as the Blue, but a more traditional source familiar to magic users. The old fashioned, moral neutral source of magery, you see. You know, the kind which is not inherently evil or good but HOW it was used and intended to be used made it bad or good?

Whatever, it's done.

Still in armor, but with a faint magical tattoo upon her forehead to warn the rest of the blue faerie community of her transgressions, the one who'd called herself Astra is thrown FROM one side of a magical portal (destination determined randomly within the multi-verse at large) finds herself waking up and staring at a entity only a fraction of HER size.

1. A shapely winged woman with multicolored hair, dressed in clothing that seems to show everything but really revealed nothing.... named Frita.

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