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Faye's Story Chapter 1 (By Norco)
Here is a teaser of chapter one of Faye's story, written by my hubby 
Norco Please let us know what you think, and be sure to follow our Pateron for early access and private backer chapters and sketches! No TF in this bit, but a lot of world building and character stuff.
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Newton University was famous for two things. One: it had the oldest ice cream shop in all of the country located right on campus, and Two: It was the first, and so far only, college to have an integrated curriculum for both the humans and the Faire.
In spite of protest from over-concerned mothers and “god fearing” politicians, Newton developed courses that allowed both humans and the Faire to further their educations in their own respective fields, while learning about and living alongside each other.
“We cannot ignore what has been thrust into our faces.” The Dean of the university said the day he announced the new changes, trying to assuage concern. “There is room in this world for science and magic, and we owe it to everyone, young and old, human and Faire, to have the chance to better their lives. I firmly believe, that through working together, we can offer a peaceful and brighter tomorrow for the generations to come.”
Even though that speech was nearly thirty years old, it was still required viewing for every new student who graced Newton's sprawling campus. While some bright young minds would have minimal to no interactions with the Faire – outside of the occasional prerequisite class – knowledge of who they were and the magic they could wield was necessary for every student.
Most found it banal.
Faye found it fascinating.
To her, the world of magic was ethereal and unique, something outside of the everyday business that she had been forced to learn from her family growing up. It offered her worlds of possibilities, chances for things that otherwise could not be, and was more often than not the cause of her daydreams. Magic, was wonderful.
Life, however, was anything but.
Faye paced around the living room of her house, a large but comfortable rental property just off of campus. Her fingers took turns running through a handful of her long brown hair; a nervous habit she had never grown out of, as a hundred thoughts raced through her mind at once.
The melodic tone of her cell phone ringing snapped her back to the moment. She walked across the plush carpet of the living room, feeling the soft fibers move under her bare feet, as she grabbed her phone off of the glass coffee table that sat in front of the long grey couch.
With a sigh, she hit the answer button. “Hey, mom.”
“Hello, sweetie!” Her mother's voice came lilting through the phone. “How's the house? All settled in?”
“It's great, mom.” Faye said, pacing in front of the couch as she spoke. “It's just so...”
“So what, dear?”
“So big.” Faye said, “Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you rented it for me, but...”
“Oh, hush.” Her mother replied. Faye could practically feel the dismissive hand wave through the phone. “You are my little girl and nothing is too good for you.”
“Lots of things are 'too good' for me, mom.” Faye sighed as she sat on the couch. “Lot's of things.”
“Would you rather you lived in the dorms with all the other students?”
“Can we not do this again, mom?” Faye asked.
“Ok, ok, alright.” Her mother conceded. “Then why don't we talk about your major.”
“Mom...”
“Have you decided on one yet?” Her mother pressed.
Faye sighed and fell back into one of the decorative pillows. She knew what was coming, whether she liked it or not. “No, mom. I haven't”
Faye had heard the coming speech a hundred times. She mouthed it along with her mother. “I'm just asking, dear. You know, when your brother was your age he was almost halfway to his medical degree. And when your sister went to college, she was able to graduate early! They both knew what they wanted and went for it. Just like your father and I.
I'm only asking because I worry about you, dear. We want you to follow your dreams, yes, but we also want what's best for you. You could have gone to any college in the country, and yet you chose Newton!” The word dripped with disdain, a rich person would use if they were offered food that wasn't name brand.
“There's nothing wrong with Newton, mom.” Faye said, rather curtly.
“I know that, sweetie.” Her mother began. “But it's no Sexton or Baxter.”
“We can't all be Baxter alums, mom.”
“Faye, please...” her voice changing to one of concern. “I just want you to be safe.”
“Ir's plenty safe here, mom.”
“I meant from those people.”
Faye paused. She knew her mother wasn't a fan of the Faire, but...
“You have to understand, sweetie,” Her mother began again, “When your father and I were little there were no magic people. Then, suddenly, one day they were everywhere and we didn't know what to do.”
“It's not like they didn't exist.” Faye spat back. “You just didn't see them. Or you chose not to.”
“I just don't think they were meant to be, you know?” Her mother started again, “If god really wanted them to-”
“I gotta go, mom. I'll talk to you later.”
“Faye, I-” her mothers voice was cut off as Faye hit the end button.
“Fuckin' hell.” Faye let her body go limp, hoping she would sink into the soft cushions of the couch and float away into another world.
Sadly, the couch refused.
With a grunt, Faye sat up. Classes started tomorrow and she would have some tough decisions to make soon. Once the year was over, all of her general studies courses would be done and she would have to pick a major.
“Stupid college.” She leaned back on the soft cushion. “Stupid choices. Stupid life...
...stupid Faye.”
It was getting late, Faye could feel the fingers of sleep working their way into her head. With as much effort as she could muster, the brunette stood and shuffled up the stairs into her bedroom.
As she collapsed onto the plush comforter, the thoughts continued to race through her mind. Drifting off to sleep, one last thought kept repeating:
“This year is going to be difficult.”
- - -
“This year is going to be awesome!” Brandon shouted, his glasses bouncing on his round face as he skipped across campus next to Faye. She smiled as she felt his infectious energy spilling over to her. “Can you believe I get to take a class taught by a Faire?!”
“We all do.” Faye laughed.
“Not that introductory stuff.” Brandon started, taking a large Mythology course book out of his bag as he spoke. “My mythology class is literally being taught by one of the creatures in the textbook!”
“I admit, that is pretty awesome.” Faye conceded.
“You're damn right it is!” Brandon tucked the book away. “I never thought I'd actually get to learn this much about the Faire, did you?”
“No, I didn't.” Faye admitted. “Mom and dad weren't exactly the biggest fans of the magic folk, you know?”
“Mine either.” Brandon sighed. “That's why I snuck books into my room all the time. I still do. Cassie hates it.”
“You're an adult now, Brandon.” Faye smiled. “You don't have to hide books from your parents. Or your girlfriend, for that matter.”
“I didn't say hide, I said sneak.” Brandon clarified. “She thinks I have enough already.”
“You can never have enough of something you love.” Faye said, catching her voice sounding wistful.
“That's what I said!” Brandon's arms flew wide as he spoke. “But she thinks 'too much of a good thing' and all that.”
“I thought Cassie supported your major.” Faye raised an eyebrow.”
“She does...” Brandon's shoulders slumped.
“But?” Faye prodded.
Brandon paused. For the first time in a while Faye saw her friend's posture slump and a look of sadness flash across his eyes.
“She's a biology major.” He began. “She lives in a world of science and quantifiable fact. She has... trouble reconciling things she can't measure.”
“She does realize that magic exists, right?” Faye smirked.
“Yes and no...” Brandon looked away.
“What the hell does that mean?” Faye asked, moving in front of him, stopping them in their tracks.
“Magic is just a science we don't understand yet.” Brandon began. “But for Cass, it's more than that. It's an affront to everything she's studied, everything she's believed.”
“Then why is she at Newton?” Faye prodded. “This is the only college in the country that has magic students.”
“I think part of her wants to understand it...” Brandon began. “And another part wants to disprove it.”
“Disprove magic?”
“She put it like this:” He said. “Take a lighter back in time, and people think you're a god. You know how it works and you can lord it over smaller minds. She thinks the Faire are the same way, using a science that we see as magic.”
“What about the Faire, though.” Faye asked.
“Hrm?” Brandon raised an eyebrow.
“Do you think they see it the same way?” She asked. “Like science?”
“No.” Brandon shook his head. “Everyone I've talked to said the same thing; that it's something they just innately know how to do. Like how I can change my voice or how you can roll your tongue.”
“Wait a minute.”Faye looked up at him. “You can't roll your tongue?”
“Funny, Faye.” Brandon looked at his watch “Shit, I'm gonna be late! I'll talk to you later, ok?”
Brandon ran off into the bustling crowd of students, leaving Faye standing alone in the quad. She considered heading back to her house when something grabbed her attention.
Sitting alone on a nearby bench under a tree was a familiar girl. She was taller than Faye, lithe, with short blonde hair, pointed ears and layered translucent wings coming out of her back. She wore a bomber style jacket with her sleeves rolled up some, patches decorating the upper arms. She had been in Faye's introductory to magic course last year and was one of the few Faire Faye had spoken to. Faye headed towards the girl, a thousand questions in her head.
“Um, hi...” Faye began. The blonde girl looked up, her piercing blue eyes running over Faye's greens. For some reason she felt nervous talking to the girl. She was just another girl...but she was also Faire... Faye shook the cobwebs. “It's Farrah, right?”
“Yeah.” Farrah said. “It's Faye, right?”
“Oh, you remembered!” Faye said, genuinely surprised, but happy.
“Yeah, well, it's hard to forget irony.” Farraah said, leaning back on the bench. “What's up?”
“I was just wondering if...” Faye paused. She watched the wind tousle Farrah's blonde hair, drifting it across her eyes which held a deep looking sadness. “...are you ok?”
“What? Me? I'm great!” Farraah laughed, waving a dismissive hand with a sly smile. “Top notch, couldn't be better! I'm great! ...well, ok, not so great. In fact I'm the opposite of great. What's the opposite of great?”
“Bad.”
“Yes! That's it!” Farrah said with an absurd amount of confidence. “I am horrendously bad!”
“Well...” Faye found herself suddenly invested. “What happened?”
“Oh, nothing super bad.” Farraah began. “I just lost my scholarship.”
“What?!” Faye sat next to her, shocked. “What happened? How?”
“It's not like I did something terrible,” Farrah began, shaking her head. “I mean, no one got hurt... ok, no one got seriously hurt.”
“...what did you do?” Faye raised an eyebrow.
“I got caught...” Farrah began, stopping herself when she caught Faye looking intently at her. “Ah well, doesn't matter. What's done is done. I have other issues to worry about.”
“Are you getting expelled?” Faye asked.
“Nah.” Farrah said, dismissively, “I managed to convince them to let me stay. I'm on probation of course, but my classes are already paid for so at least there's that.”
“But, your scholarship...”
“That was for housing.” Farrah explained. “Since I lost that money, I need to find a place to stay for now.”
“Oh, I'm so sorry.” Faye said.
“Eh, it's not your fault.” Farrah said. For a moment, just a brief second, her confident smile faltered. Farrah caught herself and put her face back on.
“Still, I feel bad for you.” Faye continued. “I wish there was something I could do.”
“Eh, you don't have to …. wait, you live in that big grey house at the end of Ravenwood, right?” Farrah asked, perking up.
“Yeah...” Faye started.
“And you live there by yourself, right?”
“Yeah, how do you-”
“Perfect!” Faye stood up. “I'll move in with you.”
“Wait!” Faye started.
“I mean, you're not using every room in the house, right?”
“Well, no, but...”
“And you don't want to be living in that big house all by yourself, do you?” Farrah continued.
“I guess not...” Faye assented.
“See? It's perfect.” Farrah said, confidence ringing from her voice. “You get one hell of a room mate, and I don't have to drop out... you don't want me to have to drop out, do you?”
“Of course not!” Faye said, “But I...”
“Good, then it's settled.” Farrah smiled. “I'll bring my stuff over tonight.” With a flash of her smile and a wink, Farrah disappeared into the flow of students milling around the Quad, leaving Faye standing alone, confused.
“...what the hell just happened?”
Norco Please let us know what you think, and be sure to follow our Pateron for early access and private backer chapters and sketches! No TF in this bit, but a lot of world building and character stuff.---
Newton University was famous for two things. One: it had the oldest ice cream shop in all of the country located right on campus, and Two: It was the first, and so far only, college to have an integrated curriculum for both the humans and the Faire.
In spite of protest from over-concerned mothers and “god fearing” politicians, Newton developed courses that allowed both humans and the Faire to further their educations in their own respective fields, while learning about and living alongside each other.
“We cannot ignore what has been thrust into our faces.” The Dean of the university said the day he announced the new changes, trying to assuage concern. “There is room in this world for science and magic, and we owe it to everyone, young and old, human and Faire, to have the chance to better their lives. I firmly believe, that through working together, we can offer a peaceful and brighter tomorrow for the generations to come.”
Even though that speech was nearly thirty years old, it was still required viewing for every new student who graced Newton's sprawling campus. While some bright young minds would have minimal to no interactions with the Faire – outside of the occasional prerequisite class – knowledge of who they were and the magic they could wield was necessary for every student.
Most found it banal.
Faye found it fascinating.
To her, the world of magic was ethereal and unique, something outside of the everyday business that she had been forced to learn from her family growing up. It offered her worlds of possibilities, chances for things that otherwise could not be, and was more often than not the cause of her daydreams. Magic, was wonderful.
Life, however, was anything but.
Faye paced around the living room of her house, a large but comfortable rental property just off of campus. Her fingers took turns running through a handful of her long brown hair; a nervous habit she had never grown out of, as a hundred thoughts raced through her mind at once.
The melodic tone of her cell phone ringing snapped her back to the moment. She walked across the plush carpet of the living room, feeling the soft fibers move under her bare feet, as she grabbed her phone off of the glass coffee table that sat in front of the long grey couch.
With a sigh, she hit the answer button. “Hey, mom.”
“Hello, sweetie!” Her mother's voice came lilting through the phone. “How's the house? All settled in?”
“It's great, mom.” Faye said, pacing in front of the couch as she spoke. “It's just so...”
“So what, dear?”
“So big.” Faye said, “Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you rented it for me, but...”
“Oh, hush.” Her mother replied. Faye could practically feel the dismissive hand wave through the phone. “You are my little girl and nothing is too good for you.”
“Lots of things are 'too good' for me, mom.” Faye sighed as she sat on the couch. “Lot's of things.”
“Would you rather you lived in the dorms with all the other students?”
“Can we not do this again, mom?” Faye asked.
“Ok, ok, alright.” Her mother conceded. “Then why don't we talk about your major.”
“Mom...”
“Have you decided on one yet?” Her mother pressed.
Faye sighed and fell back into one of the decorative pillows. She knew what was coming, whether she liked it or not. “No, mom. I haven't”
Faye had heard the coming speech a hundred times. She mouthed it along with her mother. “I'm just asking, dear. You know, when your brother was your age he was almost halfway to his medical degree. And when your sister went to college, she was able to graduate early! They both knew what they wanted and went for it. Just like your father and I.
I'm only asking because I worry about you, dear. We want you to follow your dreams, yes, but we also want what's best for you. You could have gone to any college in the country, and yet you chose Newton!” The word dripped with disdain, a rich person would use if they were offered food that wasn't name brand.
“There's nothing wrong with Newton, mom.” Faye said, rather curtly.
“I know that, sweetie.” Her mother began. “But it's no Sexton or Baxter.”
“We can't all be Baxter alums, mom.”
“Faye, please...” her voice changing to one of concern. “I just want you to be safe.”
“Ir's plenty safe here, mom.”
“I meant from those people.”
Faye paused. She knew her mother wasn't a fan of the Faire, but...
“You have to understand, sweetie,” Her mother began again, “When your father and I were little there were no magic people. Then, suddenly, one day they were everywhere and we didn't know what to do.”
“It's not like they didn't exist.” Faye spat back. “You just didn't see them. Or you chose not to.”
“I just don't think they were meant to be, you know?” Her mother started again, “If god really wanted them to-”
“I gotta go, mom. I'll talk to you later.”
“Faye, I-” her mothers voice was cut off as Faye hit the end button.
“Fuckin' hell.” Faye let her body go limp, hoping she would sink into the soft cushions of the couch and float away into another world.
Sadly, the couch refused.
With a grunt, Faye sat up. Classes started tomorrow and she would have some tough decisions to make soon. Once the year was over, all of her general studies courses would be done and she would have to pick a major.
“Stupid college.” She leaned back on the soft cushion. “Stupid choices. Stupid life...
...stupid Faye.”
It was getting late, Faye could feel the fingers of sleep working their way into her head. With as much effort as she could muster, the brunette stood and shuffled up the stairs into her bedroom.
As she collapsed onto the plush comforter, the thoughts continued to race through her mind. Drifting off to sleep, one last thought kept repeating:
“This year is going to be difficult.”
- - -
“This year is going to be awesome!” Brandon shouted, his glasses bouncing on his round face as he skipped across campus next to Faye. She smiled as she felt his infectious energy spilling over to her. “Can you believe I get to take a class taught by a Faire?!”
“We all do.” Faye laughed.
“Not that introductory stuff.” Brandon started, taking a large Mythology course book out of his bag as he spoke. “My mythology class is literally being taught by one of the creatures in the textbook!”
“I admit, that is pretty awesome.” Faye conceded.
“You're damn right it is!” Brandon tucked the book away. “I never thought I'd actually get to learn this much about the Faire, did you?”
“No, I didn't.” Faye admitted. “Mom and dad weren't exactly the biggest fans of the magic folk, you know?”
“Mine either.” Brandon sighed. “That's why I snuck books into my room all the time. I still do. Cassie hates it.”
“You're an adult now, Brandon.” Faye smiled. “You don't have to hide books from your parents. Or your girlfriend, for that matter.”
“I didn't say hide, I said sneak.” Brandon clarified. “She thinks I have enough already.”
“You can never have enough of something you love.” Faye said, catching her voice sounding wistful.
“That's what I said!” Brandon's arms flew wide as he spoke. “But she thinks 'too much of a good thing' and all that.”
“I thought Cassie supported your major.” Faye raised an eyebrow.”
“She does...” Brandon's shoulders slumped.
“But?” Faye prodded.
Brandon paused. For the first time in a while Faye saw her friend's posture slump and a look of sadness flash across his eyes.
“She's a biology major.” He began. “She lives in a world of science and quantifiable fact. She has... trouble reconciling things she can't measure.”
“She does realize that magic exists, right?” Faye smirked.
“Yes and no...” Brandon looked away.
“What the hell does that mean?” Faye asked, moving in front of him, stopping them in their tracks.
“Magic is just a science we don't understand yet.” Brandon began. “But for Cass, it's more than that. It's an affront to everything she's studied, everything she's believed.”
“Then why is she at Newton?” Faye prodded. “This is the only college in the country that has magic students.”
“I think part of her wants to understand it...” Brandon began. “And another part wants to disprove it.”
“Disprove magic?”
“She put it like this:” He said. “Take a lighter back in time, and people think you're a god. You know how it works and you can lord it over smaller minds. She thinks the Faire are the same way, using a science that we see as magic.”
“What about the Faire, though.” Faye asked.
“Hrm?” Brandon raised an eyebrow.
“Do you think they see it the same way?” She asked. “Like science?”
“No.” Brandon shook his head. “Everyone I've talked to said the same thing; that it's something they just innately know how to do. Like how I can change my voice or how you can roll your tongue.”
“Wait a minute.”Faye looked up at him. “You can't roll your tongue?”
“Funny, Faye.” Brandon looked at his watch “Shit, I'm gonna be late! I'll talk to you later, ok?”
Brandon ran off into the bustling crowd of students, leaving Faye standing alone in the quad. She considered heading back to her house when something grabbed her attention.
Sitting alone on a nearby bench under a tree was a familiar girl. She was taller than Faye, lithe, with short blonde hair, pointed ears and layered translucent wings coming out of her back. She wore a bomber style jacket with her sleeves rolled up some, patches decorating the upper arms. She had been in Faye's introductory to magic course last year and was one of the few Faire Faye had spoken to. Faye headed towards the girl, a thousand questions in her head.
“Um, hi...” Faye began. The blonde girl looked up, her piercing blue eyes running over Faye's greens. For some reason she felt nervous talking to the girl. She was just another girl...but she was also Faire... Faye shook the cobwebs. “It's Farrah, right?”
“Yeah.” Farrah said. “It's Faye, right?”
“Oh, you remembered!” Faye said, genuinely surprised, but happy.
“Yeah, well, it's hard to forget irony.” Farraah said, leaning back on the bench. “What's up?”
“I was just wondering if...” Faye paused. She watched the wind tousle Farrah's blonde hair, drifting it across her eyes which held a deep looking sadness. “...are you ok?”
“What? Me? I'm great!” Farraah laughed, waving a dismissive hand with a sly smile. “Top notch, couldn't be better! I'm great! ...well, ok, not so great. In fact I'm the opposite of great. What's the opposite of great?”
“Bad.”
“Yes! That's it!” Farrah said with an absurd amount of confidence. “I am horrendously bad!”
“Well...” Faye found herself suddenly invested. “What happened?”
“Oh, nothing super bad.” Farraah began. “I just lost my scholarship.”
“What?!” Faye sat next to her, shocked. “What happened? How?”
“It's not like I did something terrible,” Farrah began, shaking her head. “I mean, no one got hurt... ok, no one got seriously hurt.”
“...what did you do?” Faye raised an eyebrow.
“I got caught...” Farrah began, stopping herself when she caught Faye looking intently at her. “Ah well, doesn't matter. What's done is done. I have other issues to worry about.”
“Are you getting expelled?” Faye asked.
“Nah.” Farrah said, dismissively, “I managed to convince them to let me stay. I'm on probation of course, but my classes are already paid for so at least there's that.”
“But, your scholarship...”
“That was for housing.” Farrah explained. “Since I lost that money, I need to find a place to stay for now.”
“Oh, I'm so sorry.” Faye said.
“Eh, it's not your fault.” Farrah said. For a moment, just a brief second, her confident smile faltered. Farrah caught herself and put her face back on.
“Still, I feel bad for you.” Faye continued. “I wish there was something I could do.”
“Eh, you don't have to …. wait, you live in that big grey house at the end of Ravenwood, right?” Farrah asked, perking up.
“Yeah...” Faye started.
“And you live there by yourself, right?”
“Yeah, how do you-”
“Perfect!” Faye stood up. “I'll move in with you.”
“Wait!” Faye started.
“I mean, you're not using every room in the house, right?”
“Well, no, but...”
“And you don't want to be living in that big house all by yourself, do you?” Farrah continued.
“I guess not...” Faye assented.
“See? It's perfect.” Farrah said, confidence ringing from her voice. “You get one hell of a room mate, and I don't have to drop out... you don't want me to have to drop out, do you?”
“Of course not!” Faye said, “But I...”
“Good, then it's settled.” Farrah smiled. “I'll bring my stuff over tonight.” With a flash of her smile and a wink, Farrah disappeared into the flow of students milling around the Quad, leaving Faye standing alone, confused.
“...what the hell just happened?”
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