Acorn - A Tale of The Wrong Time
Acorn was born in the feywilde, a son of the summer court. Growning up his love for living things was evident, as it is among all the summer fey. However, he was a strange child, even for the fey. His love of living thigns was ever in the shadow of his interest in dead things. He would endlessly examine them; dissecting them and seeing what made them work.
His abnormal behavior was often attributed to his birth. Though he was indeed a child of summer, he had been born on the night of the winter solstice; the night when the winter fey were at their peak of power. It was oft whispered that the queen of darkness and air had managed to impart a portion of her wickedness in the babe as he breached the womb.
Regardless, aside from the strange timing of his birth and his unusual interests his was a normal enough childhood, for a pixie. As he grew older it became clear that he did have something of an unusual talent. Acorn was good at killing. Very good at killing. This in itself wasn't so unusual. The summer and winter courts have been at war since time immemorial and rarely has one side seen a heavy advantage last long. After untold millennia of battle many fey were born with a killer's instinct.
Among the fey however there was a certain amount of civility to their war. The only killing was done on the battlefield, and only at the appointed times. It may not be the most efficient way to have a war, but when your war spans more years than all the worlds inhabitants, you learn to do things a certain way.
Acorn however, did things his own way. During each battle for the seasons acorn would go unseen for the entire affair. His handiwork though could be found everywhere. Acorn, it turned out, was more the silent assassin type than most of the fey. While there was nothing actually wrong with that, it simply was not done. The sidhe had standards of nobility, even in the unseelie court, and failing to face your foe was near one of the most dishonorable things one could do. Still, it was only frowned upon, not outright forbidden. Not like killing someone out of battle. Not like sneaking up on the unexpecting and slitting their throat when the time for the seasons change was no where near.
That is what set Acorn apart. He wished to finally end, for once and all, the battle between the sidhe courts. He braved passage through the winter queen's domain. Made his way to her castle of ice. There he found his way inside, and into her throne room. As she sat there upon her throne he came up behind her with all the stealth he could muster. He flew up suddenly and darted to the side, sliding his blade across her throat. Before his blade was half way across her throat it stopped dead. It had frozen in place. The wound was cauterized in ice, and his blade trapped there.
The winter queen looked down at the pixie, obviously startled to find herself very nearly a victim. When she looked down he attacked her a second time. unfortunately, this time she was not taken by surprise and before his second blade ever came close she had managed to stop him entirely. Impressed by his moxie, even if his sense left something lacking, the winter queen decided not to kill him, but rather to ransom him to the summer court.
Such a thing, both the assassination attempt and the ransoming of another court's member, was so unheard of that before even considering what was being done, Titiana agreed, though it meant the harshest winter in mortal history. It also left her strapped with a certain problem. What to do with the wayward pixie. It was thusly that Acorn found himself banished from the Feywilde. Since that time he has wandered the wide world looking for some way to redeem himself in the eyes of his queen. Barring that, he'll settle for jewels, riches, and adventure.