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It is well-known that if you give your name or eat the food of a Fey, they have power over you, and in turn own you. You decided this wasn’t a terrible deal.
No, it's not because I had a way out of it, I heard the legends of people who had been completely certain they could escape, and hadn't. I have no tricks, no nicknames planned, how could I possibly think this was a good idea?
It's quite simple.
I'm about to be pulled out of this world and into some other one.
I've been here for less than a week and the timer is already ticking down and I am starving and this is a risk I have to take.
It might "own me" but I won't exist to be owned for longer than 22 hours.
It asks for my name.
And I allow myself to speak it.
The words feel like they're being pulled out of my mouth, and of course, my control being sucked out of me in the same way.
Afterwards, I don't feel any different.
Other than the lingering symbol in the back of my mind. Like a claim to my soul. Quite literally what it is.
And it smiles, and thinks I'm an idiot.
And I smile back, a smug smile.
And it looks scared. Uncertain, more like. Still smiling.
It sees my curse, and stops smiling. Very present in my mind now, just flicking through the files.
"I recommend the sight memories." I suggest. it's just staring into my eyes. Control over me, as I did suspect, does allow them to see everything in my mind. Which it would regret. But I don't even think that.
I wait for it to give in to the curiosity and just peek at the sight. I concentrate on the one image that damaged me enough to trust it to damage it.
And it is beautiful. After seeing it once, I see it for its true sight.
This is now how I plan to escape. This is simply how I plan on messing with it throughout the hours I have left here.
I thank the god that decided to show me this, in the 3 days I had managed to use to piss it off enough.
And the Fey stared at me, blankly. Right into my eyes.
And I smiled.
And it smiled back.
"You got any food?" I ask. There are no limits anymore. I don't even care what it does to me, or makes me do. I'm outta here in just 21 more hours.
Nothing it does will compare to the memory. If it does anything.
It will at least be fun.
And time passes.
It is fun. To think. Even with a handicap on thoughts themselves.
Eventually I do get some food. Maybe it hopes to control me further.
Nothing changes. It's not a stacking thing.
Along with control over me, it seems that it can just "be me", or however I say that. Not very useful with me.
And more time passes.
And the timer reads only an hour left.
The Fey has seen into my mind, and sees my curse.
It actually tried to remove my curse, but failed. Of course.
And I say, "Maybe this whole name thing isn't a good idea. Maybe it's not nice, and it might come back to haunt you later."
And it replies only with an angry glare.
And I am gone.
The connection is severed, but the mark is still there.
Like a compass without the cardinal directions.
I wonder how it feels.
Angry, clearly.
I'm so smart.
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I'm so smart.
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