In a cave-like tomb lost to time, a prisoner kneels on a runed base. Iron chains that came down formed opposite walls held kept her arms suspended in the air. The prisoner hang her head, slowly breathing in and out. The air smelled of rust, damp air and old magic. Lazily rolling her shoulders, the woman trapped in a eighteen year olds body casually rolled her rolled her head in a circle.  She heard the door grind against the stone work, they were coming. Opening odd colored eyes full of mischief, the girl felt a faint smile slide onto her lips.

Her captors were doing a check up on the spells. Shayera glanced at the metal cuff that held her in place. Her wrists had dried blood on them, one of the many signs she had tried and failed to rip the chains from their place on wall. Moving her head into it's original position, she waited for guards and their master to walk into the chamber. It wasn't long until the tall figures of the Fay came into the room. The Fay's king walked down the steps to the runed circle where Shayera knelt. He stopped right outside the ring. The Fay King, Cynfael, leaned down so he was eye-level with his captive.

"Dia duit little cousin, had a nice two thousand and fifty-eight years?" the king asked innocently.

"Rot in hades, Cynfeal." Shayera replied in a hoarse voice. "Don't bother punishing me for my disrespect, you honestly couldn’t make my life worse if you tried. Of course you could kill me, but I'd rather die than spend anymore time here. So, either way you lose, cousin."

Cynfael narrowed his eyes and stood. "I could have you beaten, tortured until you beg for mercy. You've done it in the past, I still remember the delicious sound of your screams." The Fay king sneered.

"Go ahead, at least I would feel something again." The girl muttered, looking up at her cousin as he completed his circle around her. "As I said before you really can't do anything I won't welcome. It's a change and after about two thousand and sixty years in one position. Hades, do whatever you want. There's nothing you can do that your father hasn't already done."

"Something dark and evil and passed behind Cynfael's eyes. "Make her scream so that her blood runs in the runes in the circle. I don't care how you do it, I want it done now." He order one of his guards as he walked back up the stairs and to a safe distance.

The guard nodded and motioned to others, the all pulled out whips or knives. Someone let the chains that held her arms drop, Shayera let out a small gasp as the hold on her arms was released. It felt so good to move again. As the enslaved minds of the Fay came toward her with weapons drawn, Shayera fought back a smile. This skirmish should be over quickly. The leader raised his whip over his head and brought it down on her shoulder. A hand shot out and caught the leather stripes in midair and the whip wrapped itself around Shayera's arm. Another came down on the opposite arm and victim repeated her last move. With two whips around her arms, Shayera ran up the guard in front of her and flipped releasing the leather thongs as she came down.

The first blow came from behind. Shayera felt pain explode across her shoulder. From her peripheral vision Shayera saw the next blow coming from her left. The knife came down preparing itself to be buried in her wounded arm.  She jerked her arm back, grazing her forearm against the blade. Grabbing the hand that held the knife, Shayera twisted the weapon out of Fay's grasp.  She caught the bone hilt before it hit the ground. Her right arm erupted in agony. Her vision flared red then black. No! I will not lose control! I can't! Not again! She thought frantically, as she dodged the next attack, and countered with her new weapon.

She took another hit. Grabbing a random Fay's arm, Shayera shoved her little blade between two ribs, and twisted. She felt the man go limp. Shayera kicked the body away from her. Dodging a whip as it came down to get her face, Shayera stumbled out of the runed circle. The wounded girl slashed at the neck of the Fey that was now charging her. His hand went to his neck as metallic blood seeped through his fingers. Shayera span around just in time to see a whip coming down. She raised her right arm to ward off the attack. But the tips of the generally salvers weapon, still hit her face. The Fay kept at her. Somehow Shayera ended up with her back in a corner, she was at her foe's mercy. Once again her vision flared. She didn't notice the headache was too late and her eyesight failed her sane mind.

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Cynfael stared in shock and horror as the girl ripped through his guard. He had never seen her in action before. The Hybrid was a legend, and he knew she hated it. His uncle had ever been able to replicate what he had done with Shayera. She was one of a kind. The perfect monster. Put her on a good blood high and she could lay waste to an army, the girl had done it before. With every battle she got smarter, more harder to kill. If only he could harness that kind of power he could arrange the destruction of mankind. Cynfael wished he knew how to spell his cousin into absolute obedience. Yes, Shayera was his cousin. The child of the daughter of the first Great King, Cynfael's half-human aunt, Willow, and the Vampir King. He watched as the Hybrid tore the heart of Sage, captain of the King's guard and was the last standing, from his chest. Cynfael watched as the Hybrid faded and the horror filled Shayera's eyes as she looked at the dead around her. She looked down into her hand, as if she just notice she held something. She let out a small gasp, and dropped the heart. Cynfael heard the heart hit the ground with a sickening thud. Shayera met his stunned gaze, looking around her again, she began to disappear. It seemed as if her body swirled like smoke in the wind, circling her face. The last thing he saw of her was Shayera's scared eyes and her white hair tainted with blood.