The Castle
the centre of royal life
The castle sits at the centre of sprawling grounds containing gardens, training arenas, barracks, the royal stables and Lake Lilith, which is fed by the River Twinge. The royal guards which are stationed at various points around the territory will occasionally check fairies’ identities but are usually happy to let visitors wander around, unless the king orders otherwise. Within the castle itself, the west wing is the personal residence of the royal family, the east wing is the home of the court and the servants’ quarters on the lower levels. The castle is practically impregnable and is well-guarded against attack.


royal men
royal women
Morgana, sister of the King

Lady Alethea
Lady Styx
Captain Flynn
Lord Anapa
Lady Electra
Lady Rhyolite

Residents and Employees

Grayson, Squire
Flynn, Captain of the Royal Guard
Caldera, Royal & Alliance Guard
Dylan, Trainee Guard
Saffron Trainee Guard
Alector, Trainee Guard
Amber, Treasurer
Gavin, Artist
Danny, Royal Doctor
Graeling, Naval Navigator
Mohana, Librarian

Madeline, Housekeeper
Margaret, Kitchen Maid
Alistair, Stable Boy
Luke, Kennel Boy
Cypress, Kennel Boy
Jacopo, Kidnapper

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  • Royal court: The royal court is a place for people to receive an audience with members of the royal family. Petitions can be presented to the king, connections made and events held.
  • Royal stables: The royal stables offers quality horses on lease for a variety of uses.
  • Royal schools: Children can receive private tuition or schooling here.
  • Royal library: The largest collection of written works in all of Shaman.
  • Royal hospital: The only official hospital in Shaman, this is where the sick and wounded are brought to be cared for.
  • Royal gardens: Beautiful and varied gardens which are open to the public. Includes allotments, flower gardens, and open spaces to walk or ride in.
  • Barracks: Royal and Alliance guards and soldiers live in the barracks.
  • Training arena: A well-equipped arena for knights, soldiers and guards to develop their fitness and skills.
we are ghosts

For I had believed what I was sold, I did all the things that I was told
But all that has changed, and now I'm bold.

It could be argued that Aura died by suicide. She had elected to leap into a pit in the centre of the Earth in order to close a rip in the fabric of time and space which had opened there. She’d rather do that a thousand times over than have to sit here, on this crenulation, unable to help the little girl clinging to the rooftop by her fingertips.

This was the worst. The worst situation she had ever been in, in life or death. The girl’s words felt like a wrench in her heart.

“You’re not… you’re not a bad girl.” Aura answered desperately, gripping her scythe tightly in her hand. “It’s just I…”

The words trailed away as she stared into the young girl’s face. Her blood ran cold.

Why hadn’t she seen it before?

The little girl’s eyes were the exact same shape and electric blue colour as Aura’s. The exact same. That wasn’t a common colour or even an entirely natural one among non-divine, non-fairy species. Aura’s own penetrating eyes strayed across the girl’s face, taking in the shape of the nose, the jaw, the cheekbones for the first time. If the general bone structure wasn’t enough of a clue, then the copper-brown locks were. Aura only knew one other person in all the worlds with copper-brown locks and bright blue eyes like those.

“Y – you – ” She started to stumble, right as the girl was snatched away from under her nose.

Aura backed up, craning her neck and shielding her eyes against the sun. Her heart did another summersault. The young girl – her granddaughter - was caught in the grip of… of…

For a split second, Aura really believed it was Anneliese, her long-lost phoenix familiar. Anneliese had died to revive Aura the first time, when Gwythr had murdered her under the guise of Mallos, and their paths had not yet crossed in the Realm of the Dead. This phoenix, she realised, couldn’t be Anneliese – it was far too big, for a start, and completely the wrong colour. Anneliese’s feathers had been an orange-gold, but this phoenix was lavender. The phoenix deposited the little girl on the ground and soared back up to snatch her mouse familiar from the crenulations, pausing only to give Aura an evil look.

Aura twisted her scythe, leapt through the resulting death portal and reappeared on the ground before the phoenix had returned to give the girl her familiar back. Chewing her lower lip, she nodded at the fiery bird.

“Thanks.” Was all she felt able to say, although it seemed so inadequate. The phoenix, whoever it was, had just saved her grandchild’s life. She didn’t even know the girl’s name.

“I’m sorry,” she told the child feelingly, “I can’t intervene to save a life, or I would have…” Would have what? Aura was never brave when she was alive. She took a breath. “Your mother isn’t called Poppy, by any chance, is she?”

A u r a
They thought I was weak, but I am strong; they sold me the world but they were wrong
And now that I'm back, I still belong.

image by ankur sharma at flickr.com


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