Peter - From Tree to Boy and Onwards (OPEN)

Then the sound stopped and for a moment it seemed like that would be it. A brief bit of something loud and new and then nothing more but wins, water, earth birds. However the loud noise was soon replaced by another wailing voice, one that carried towards the little plant and yanked him up roots and all from the earth where it had stood.

It had tried to make itself smaller when it felt the strong displacement of winds caused by the hand coming towards it. the plant had tried to burrow it’s roots in deeper and grab onto rots of bigger plants and rocks to keep itself there but it hadn’t worked. The little tree had not been quick enough.

The plant did what plants do in situations like this and went limp, though soon water and wind and su was replaced by something the plant had no name for.It was what most know as magic. The magic coursed through hit’s roots and up it’s stem and into it’s leaves making it feel strong and strange. It grew in ways completely natural to it’s original shape.


Things changed, it could now see the world in a way it had not seen the world before. It still took in air but not in the normal way as before and so it took a moment to realize what it meant to breath. It felt something beating in it’s chest that sent a warmth through it that could was more than the heat and energy it had ever gotten from the sun. He cried loudly, scarred and in a panic and managing to scar himself he cried further and louder until the other sobbing voice picked him up and cradled him to her breast.

He blinked as something was shoved in something else and soon a new warmth of mothers milk filled him and helped him to calm. the thing that once was plant was now a boy and completely lost as to what any of that would mean.

The next few days were filled with the newness of everything, for one he could smell things, not a sense he was used to having before, then their was sight which was blurry and unclear and gave him the impression he was being cared for by some great blurry tree thing.

Their was hearing of course, which he always sort of had before, though back then it had been more in the way of vibrations then actual sound and lastly their was touch and for now everything had only a few general texture. They came in the assortment of soft, like the gentle breeze on the leaves he once had . Squishy, like the mud after a very heavy rain. Wet, which usually came along side the squishy and a gentle sort of ruff, that could be a bit like fine traveled rock.. only.. softer.

The day took on a new cycle, one that was no longer started by the rising of the sun but was brought about by his own loud wails of displeasure and discomfort. Oh yes that was new too, the ability to feel and thing and actually be genuinely displeased with the world and to know what being displeased even meant.

In any case, he would cry and then one of a few things would happen, either he would get milk, bathed or cuddled. He would learn to change his cry in a way so in time the one caring for him would seem to know just from this which one he was after. So it was that things went on this way for no more than a blink of an eye, or at least that’s how it seemed to him considering that trees took much longer a time then humans to grow and mature.

Soon enough the things he saw came into focus, and the thing he heard too began to have new meaning to it all. Peter began to learn that his name was Peter and that the one looking after him was named mama and the thing he slept with was called teddy. He learned to walk and to do other such human things.

He grew, living in a tinny hut hidden away in the woods of the Seelie court, hidden that was until one day his mother left and did not come home. Peter didn’t worry to much about it though, mostly because he was still too young to understand what loss was. To him things were ether there or not there and even if they were not there they would usually show up again to surprise and tackle him until he laughed and giggled and squirmed.

He was sat in his crib, now more then two at the time, watching the world about him from on his back as he sucked on his green vine like tail tipped with a leaf. Time passed unnoticed by anyone and then he would get hungry and send up the cry for food but no food came. He tried the cry for a cuddle and that did not come either so he tried one more time with the wale for a soiled diaper and still nothing. All of this failing him he sent up a cry that was as loud and forceful as he could produce. Shouting at the world “I am here” with each raise of pitch and shuttering intake of breath.

The mothers body lay dead on the forest floor, having been slain when she had gone out to hunt for food.She was not clothed and it was clear there had been some unclean activities that lead to her demise. Wings torn from her back side and blood covering what was left of her back. The baby continued to cry completely unaware of this. His father gone long before he was born, killed in the wars.

The cottage Scion entered was small and make shift. It was clear the woman had made this place by herself using what material were in the area as the walls were nothing more then large branches leaning against each other and the crib the babe was in one stolen from some other home. Her bed nothing more than a pile of leaves on the ground and their cooking stove a fire pit sitting outside at a good distance from the hut so as to keep the embers from catching the hut on fire.

Peter cried, his tail waving about angrily now at having been ignored so long. He wouldn’t stop his crying even as Scion picked him up, his small limbs flailing. He eventually took the bottle of milk and stopped his crying.

Peter was small.. even for a fairy baby. He had green grass like hair that was still quite short as it had yet to grow out. the green tail that now wrapped about Scions arm was like a vine and tired by a green leaf. There were small bumps on hid head where horns would eventually come in and his skin was a pale white in colour. Peter drank now, whimpering a bit around the nibble of the bottle as he calmed down again, Purple hews staring up at the one who fed him in complete innocence.

Peter was calm now, squirming a bit in the man’s arms as he finished up the bottle, nothing seeming to be out of place at first look. He wouldn’t fuss as Scion took off his clothing and giggled and splashed as he was bathed in the water near by, seaming to actually soak up some of the water as he sat in it.

It would be at this point Scion would notice a mark on the back of the babies neck. If Scion knew anything about fae magic he would know what the marking meant. It mean the baby he was looking at had once been dead and the life of something else had been used to bring him back to life, some of the traits of the thing used imbued into him explaining his oddness and also explaining why the mother had stayed out here alone.

Peter squirmed a bit as the new diaper was put in place and cooed. His tall poking out the back of the makeshift diaper. As Scion spoke Peter reached up to grab at the mans nose “aba,aba” the boy gibbered on.

Scion would be able to take the blanket from the crib where the boy slept, a golden amulet that had belong to the boy’s now dead mother and a pice of cloth that held the crest that had belong to the boys father. Or at least presumed that must be the case considering it was found under the pillow of the makeshift bed the mother had slept in.

Once on Scion’s back Peter would play with the mans hair and chew on it, at least the parts he could reach, babbling as they went along. He seemed quite happy now but then he didn’t realize just what he had lost or how lucky he was that he had been found.

Peter played with the tail while Scion worked on making the mark bit less obvious. He giggled and and would try to put the tail into his mouth when he did catch it. He giggled at the hair ruffle, cooing and babbling.

The small village he found was full of fae, but that was not unexpected considering where he was. Most of the stalls where gloriously colourful and it was easy enough to tell which stall sold what. The stores were equally colourful and he found the shop for what he needed after a bit of looking.

A beady eyed woman came up to him “oh What a sweet little boy. Is he yours?” she asked, holding out a finger towards the boy to play with. “oh my.. that’s an interesting mark. Was he born with it?” she asked, in reference to the dragon mark on the babies neck.

All of the shop keeps were very helpful and friendly towards Scion, but then they had no reason not to be. This woman now talking to him however was the nosy sort and wasn’t about to let things alone. She raised a brow at the mention of a birth mark at the clips neck just were the dragon was.

“I see… I see. Well how kind of you. How sad for him, though do you not think he should be among his own kind? those who know how to raise a little flowering like him?” She asked in an almost accusatory tone, one that suggested she thought he was the one responsible for the mothers death.

“I mean surely his father must be looking for him hmm…? She went on. “Besides the clothing he will ned lots of sunlight, water, fresh soil and well any number of things that a plant might need. It’s the way of the flowering they are very plant like.” she shrugged.

“Tell you what…why don’t I just take him off your hands and look after him. I know all the fae in this land and could probably find his father quicker than you” she smiled.

At this time neither of them knew for sure that the father was dead. All Scion had to go on was the fact he had found both mother and child alone and the fact that their didn’t seem to be a second bed in the small hut he had gotten the child from. there was of course the memento that had been held onto by the mother and now rested in his sack to be given to the boy at a later time.

Peter started to whimper a bit as the woman got a bit more hands with him, he didn’t seem to like this woman though it was hard to say why.

She didn’t back away from Peter, the baby doing his best to shrink away from her or hit her hand away when it came close. She wouldn’t stop looking at the mark and would try to rub it off as she wanted to see what lay under it. “he is such an unusual fae…even or a flowering” she said then as if she really didn’t care what Scion had to say.

The woman only turned her head towards him agin when he mentioned the crest. “really? a crest? Might I see. I’m an old woman and I cold potentially give you further information. Still it’s very strange that his mother was out in a hut. fae like to be close to other fae. It makes me wonder why she was out there all alone” she said then, the glint to her eyes not fading.

IN fact the glint grew and Scion would swear he could see the shadows about them moving, though they would go still again when he looked directly at them.

Scion moved to where he was between peter and the woman his eyes having grown cold and slitted like a dragons "No, i think our conversation is done.  There may have been a very good reason the mother lived alone and it may have very well been this village.  Her murderers might even be from here, i think ive shared all i care to as an more may jeopardize his safety"  He shifted the pouch peter was in to his front and turned to walk away.

Close look by the woman would let her notice his form shifting a bit, becoming a bit more scaley and his tail reappearing.  It was all a precursor to fully shift just in case she tried to pull any stunts.  His lungs had already changed enough to use his fire if need be.