Leda Danan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
anarchist_queen) wrote2018-04-17 07:13 pm
anarchist_queen) wrote2018-04-17 07:13 pm
Bordertown, Someday, Somewhere
"As a matter of fact," Leda said matter of factly, "The fact that I fucked up so much when I was a kid is exactly why I'm the one to lecture you all about it. I learned the hard way, so hopefully, you won't have to."
Leda didn't remember if Headmistress Washburn had taught any classes or even workshops at Fandom. But if the workload of actually running the school was any indication, Leda was inclined to doubt it. Oh plus being a mother. And in her own case, there was also keeping a close eye on the situation back in Faerie.
Her voluntary exile had gone rather smoothly, once the revolution had made it's intentions clear. The leaders had been aware of her political leanings, though they hadn't known quite what to make of the rumors that the very anarchist texts they subscribed to had been imported by the queen herself.
"Here's the risk with revolutions," Leda had said to them during the negotiations, "From what I've seen of Earth history, way too often the regime being rebelled against is replaced by one just as bad, if not worse. So yeah, I'll abdicate, happy to. But don't think for a second that if you turn out to be a fascist in anarchist's clothing, I won't be back to show you what a real anarchist can do."
So far that hadn't been necessary, and she was just as glad. She had been quite pleased to retire to Bordertown. Not long after her arrival, she'd procured a weird looking palace that hadn't always been there, and turned it into the Bordertown Academy. A school that in addition to attracting Fandom Style weirdness, had become a haven for the dispossessed, just like her old Alma Mater had.
"But maybe lecture's the wrong word." she went on. "This was meant to be a group therapy session or something, not a class. Maybe a...what's the word?"
"Seminar?" one of the kids suggested.
"Sure."
* * * * *
The Dark Elf waited in the shadows just outside her office. He was impressed to see that this version of the Danan matriarch had learned from her past. Red brick dust at almost every entrance, wards all over the place. But no security system was perfect, and he knew every loophole.
While he waited, he began to hum to himself. It was a habit he'd never quite managed to break. The tune was otherworldly, not what most beings would consider to be music. One human writer who'd heard it had described it as droning, and monotonous, but that man had only heard a fraction of the song. It was the song that kept the Dark Elf's master content and asleep.
Which made it really annoying that it had been such an earworm. After all, the Dark Elf wanted to wake his master. As chaotic as these world bound creatures might find existence to be, it was stiflingly ordered to those who could see the real workings of the universe.
And so, while the Dark Elf worked to keep it's master content and undisturbed by pesky mortal dreamers, he also looked for ways to shake things up. And he believed he'd finally found the right tool.
"Ah, there you are my dear." he grinned, stepping out of the gloom to block Leda's way.
While Lady Alton searched the multiverse for a pure version of Faerie with which to base her new world order upon, she kept finding these other versions of herself. Versions that were, in her mind, abominations. And while it didn't really have anything to do with her overall plans, she occasionally sent assassins after these others.
One thing that seemed to remain a constant throughout the worlds, Lady Alton and her alternates would face any physical danger without hesitation, but give them an emotional challenge, and they balked. Hence, Lady Alton refusing to kill her alternate versions herself.
Leda didn't remember if Headmistress Washburn had taught any classes or even workshops at Fandom. But if the workload of actually running the school was any indication, Leda was inclined to doubt it. Oh plus being a mother. And in her own case, there was also keeping a close eye on the situation back in Faerie.
Her voluntary exile had gone rather smoothly, once the revolution had made it's intentions clear. The leaders had been aware of her political leanings, though they hadn't known quite what to make of the rumors that the very anarchist texts they subscribed to had been imported by the queen herself.
"Here's the risk with revolutions," Leda had said to them during the negotiations, "From what I've seen of Earth history, way too often the regime being rebelled against is replaced by one just as bad, if not worse. So yeah, I'll abdicate, happy to. But don't think for a second that if you turn out to be a fascist in anarchist's clothing, I won't be back to show you what a real anarchist can do."
So far that hadn't been necessary, and she was just as glad. She had been quite pleased to retire to Bordertown. Not long after her arrival, she'd procured a weird looking palace that hadn't always been there, and turned it into the Bordertown Academy. A school that in addition to attracting Fandom Style weirdness, had become a haven for the dispossessed, just like her old Alma Mater had.
"But maybe lecture's the wrong word." she went on. "This was meant to be a group therapy session or something, not a class. Maybe a...what's the word?"
"Seminar?" one of the kids suggested.
"Sure."
* * * * *
The Dark Elf waited in the shadows just outside her office. He was impressed to see that this version of the Danan matriarch had learned from her past. Red brick dust at almost every entrance, wards all over the place. But no security system was perfect, and he knew every loophole.
While he waited, he began to hum to himself. It was a habit he'd never quite managed to break. The tune was otherworldly, not what most beings would consider to be music. One human writer who'd heard it had described it as droning, and monotonous, but that man had only heard a fraction of the song. It was the song that kept the Dark Elf's master content and asleep.
Which made it really annoying that it had been such an earworm. After all, the Dark Elf wanted to wake his master. As chaotic as these world bound creatures might find existence to be, it was stiflingly ordered to those who could see the real workings of the universe.
And so, while the Dark Elf worked to keep it's master content and undisturbed by pesky mortal dreamers, he also looked for ways to shake things up. And he believed he'd finally found the right tool.
"Ah, there you are my dear." he grinned, stepping out of the gloom to block Leda's way.
While Lady Alton searched the multiverse for a pure version of Faerie with which to base her new world order upon, she kept finding these other versions of herself. Versions that were, in her mind, abominations. And while it didn't really have anything to do with her overall plans, she occasionally sent assassins after these others.
One thing that seemed to remain a constant throughout the worlds, Lady Alton and her alternates would face any physical danger without hesitation, but give them an emotional challenge, and they balked. Hence, Lady Alton refusing to kill her alternate versions herself.