"Just before Marie and her group closed in on Glendale, the fairies told the witches that the
fae's debt to them had been fulfilled and departed from the immediate area of Glendale to
where, I have no clue, maybe their line continued, maybe they all died from old age, maybe
the witches did unwitting achieve their goals with them and made them immortal or at
least age less."
Lilly asked, "They were -helping- the witches all that time before then?"
"Between when their rune experiment failed and just before Marie and her group arrived
yes."
"But they HAD to see what the witches were doing!" Casandra protested.
"They did. However, to call these fairies created by the witches evil would be incorrect, and
to call these fae unfeeling would be perhaps, unfair. They were not malicious, hostile, or
apathetic, but they simply no longer thought in anything remotely resembling the humans,
leomans, and lupmans they once were. Their brains structured was now completely
different, and with the majority of their memories of who they were before simply gone,
they had to reinvent themselves.
And since the witches never actually -killed- or maimed their victims, the fairies didn't
think what the witches was doing was evil, and since the souls remained in the artwork
they created, they again thought the witches weren't actually harming anyone, since that
was how they were able to comprehend such things. They weren't as draconic as the
witches however, and didn't think 'all crimes were equal' and ironically were a bit objective
in things. They sublimely flipped the gender of a wife beater and his wife, let the vast
majority of hunters be, seeing them as little different from the wolf and coyote, of course
this alien logic also... never mind.
The point is that they while they couldn't consciously remember, they felt subconsciously
indebted to the witches for bringing them into the world as they were."
Golgatha asked almost kindly, "Joella?"
"Bleh,bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh." The girl babbled.
"Another failure." Golgatha said in a total sociopathic manner. She turned the girl to stone
and shrunk her down, becoming a child nude statue the size of a nicknack with a thick
base, sitting on her rear with her legs kneeling at her side.
Golgatha took the latest attempt to recreate Joella and took it home where she placed it on
her window cill. She didn't know the fairies added the mind inside to a mentally linked fairy
garden that existed only in the minds of those Golgatha had turned into small statues after
driving them mad from trying to make them into Joella.
"JOella?" Lilly asked scared and confused.
"Even after everything she didn't let go of her, not longer waiting to become powerful
enough to resurrect her, she chose to MAKE Joella using her own memories of her as a
blkue print, of course this Joella would be just an ideal version of her rather than how the
real one had acted as a child."
Betty looked sick, "YOu say that like they eventually succeeded."
"They did...after months of failures, the new Joella would be born around the fall of 1686.
She'd live a happy innocent life with them for three years having no clue she was a
replacement of another person with them."
"They obliterated another person just to make another? That's evil!"
"Like I said, by this point, they had already crossed the event horizon."
+++++++
Rosa Daleson. She was recorded as the youngest Matriarch in history, and one of the first.
Pop culture and hearsay had that she had still been a child when she was assumed the
reins of the Pride. Historians pointed out that her birthdate and when she became
Matriarch had her into her adults years by the time she was recorded to have taken up the
mantle. However the family stories (if slightly embellished) insisted that she had been a kid
when becoming leader but with ability of someone twice her age.
The wolves now listening to Glass Marie's story now knew the truth of course, of her aging
being at least cut in half from the witch's experiments. And as Mal'akh would testify, Rosa
had indeed appeared as a cub when she had become Matriarch... leaving her for some
years to having to speak through proxies for the sake of being taken seriously with
outsiders. However, as a point of self respect, she never used The Game to try and make
herself older.
Gillie of course knew none of this. She only looked on with a sense of curiosity, horror,
dismay, and grim acceptance looking at her 'men.'
Brian and Felicity looked at Gillie with familiarity and respect that Gillie would expect from
any of her officers. Gillie glumly accepted that reality had taken their bull headed act of
recklessness and rewarded them for it apparently.
Bobbi was still the largest chested woman there. But she was acting perfectly natural about
it, no sarcasm or defensiveness in her attitude at all. Gillie guessed she had always been a
woman and hadn't been made one by the game.
Bernie looked totally comfortable with herself as well, not at all like the self conscious
sometimes pudgy cop Gill had known.
MJ and Wanda chatted away like a couple of overgrown teenage girls.
Megan was talking with a green wolf that apparently shared her named.
And Sasha was likewise chatting with a lavender wolf that -didn't- share her name and
that was apparently something that was a personal joke to the two of them that Gill didn't
get.
Nellie and Lexi kept eying a black and gold leoman that Gillie didn't recognize.
There was also four other lions, two men, two women, also there.
Not to mention four on the table/beds he didn't recognize either! Apparently people from
the Gallery like her grandfather.
And of course there was Penny in her wheelchair with a plum colored wolf woman with a
chest the size of double sized beach-balls in a kimono pushing her along, what was her
name again? Umeko?
Gillie wondered which lion in here was Tabby.
Even Gary, who had remained a man, acted different from how Gillie knew him to be. Gary
looked like his heart had been torn out of him.
All in all, it looked like to Gillie like some giant medical ward in a nudist colony, combined
with a furry convention. They all had their badges on the nearby bed posts (and it made
Gillie wonder if other transformed people would become police).
These were not her men, not in the least, nor had ever been her men, or could ever be her
men, but they were her OFFICERS... she could take some small solace in that at least.