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The thing about the Firstborn is, well … they’re the Firstborn.
Most of them are insane. Most of them are gone. All of them are very old and all of them are very dangerous. But they’re still the Firstborn, which means the laws of the Fae come from them – Light or Dark doesn’t matter because they were the First. They were the ones from which all Fae came, and they are affording the respect even the Ash or the Morrigan do not deserve, because without them the Fae as they know it today would not exist.
Tatia knows this, honors this, and respects this. She just wishes Amara didn’t have a brain like a bag of cats.
Amara is also the farthest thing from Tatia’s mind, having not had a visit from her in centuries. She’ll call every so often, or travel through with the other Firstborn, but an actual visit with the sole purpose of visiting the family that she left in Tatia’s hands once she was old enough to be a matriarch hadn’t happened since Katerina had her Dawning, and that was before America decided they wanted to be their own country. She hadn’t even come to her wedding to Elijah.
At least, until Tatia receives a panicked call from Isobela at her office, saying that her seven year-old daughter had vanished into thin air.
One quick locater spell and the combined powers of two doppelgangers later, Tatia and Isobela are barging into the Bronx Zoo, searching desperately for that familiar little girl. Instead what they find is a woman with their face, wild curls falling every which way around her, standing barefoot in the middle of the pathway, holding a small girl by the hand.
( *** )
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Most of them are insane. Most of them are gone. All of them are very old and all of them are very dangerous. But they’re still the Firstborn, which means the laws of the Fae come from them – Light or Dark doesn’t matter because they were the First. They were the ones from which all Fae came, and they are affording the respect even the Ash or the Morrigan do not deserve, because without them the Fae as they know it today would not exist.
Tatia knows this, honors this, and respects this. She just wishes Amara didn’t have a brain like a bag of cats.
Amara is also the farthest thing from Tatia’s mind, having not had a visit from her in centuries. She’ll call every so often, or travel through with the other Firstborn, but an actual visit with the sole purpose of visiting the family that she left in Tatia’s hands once she was old enough to be a matriarch hadn’t happened since Katerina had her Dawning, and that was before America decided they wanted to be their own country. She hadn’t even come to her wedding to Elijah.
At least, until Tatia receives a panicked call from Isobela at her office, saying that her seven year-old daughter had vanished into thin air.
One quick locater spell and the combined powers of two doppelgangers later, Tatia and Isobela are barging into the Bronx Zoo, searching desperately for that familiar little girl. Instead what they find is a woman with their face, wild curls falling every which way around her, standing barefoot in the middle of the pathway, holding a small girl by the hand.
( *** )
749 words
