Beatrix's Past

Beatrix was once a very powerful faerie, holding a high position on the Unseelie Court. Beatrix didn't always go by the name she uses now... long ago, she was called Beitris.
As a young faerie, Beitris was an idealistic lambicorn who wanted to spread as much happiness as possible. Unfortunately, her attempts often ended in disaster; young Beitris did not understand the cultural ways of the normal lambicorns, nor the nature of the Unseelie or the gifts she possessed. As such, her methods of spreading her joy were often met with despair, fear, and even anger.
Over time, young Beitris grew more and more depressed as she saw the effects of her meddling. She began to believe that creating unhappiness was all she was good at. Morgana watched on, using her psionic magic to manipulate Beitris into causing more and more strife. Under the Elder's dark thrall, Beitris inflicted even more pain than ever before. And the worst part was, she liked it. The fae lambie even fed off of the fear and suffering she caused - her powers began to grow. She knew that she was slowly draining other lambies of their magic, but she didn't care. When one lambicorn came to Morgana and collapsed before her, completely drained of their power, even the Elder of Strife herself knew it had gone too far. She retracted her compulsion, but at that point it was too late.
Nothing could stop the tyrant that was Beitris.
Well... there was one thing. But Morgana didn't want to risk it. However, she knew she had no other choice - it was Beitris's life, or the lives of many. It wasn't the type of magic she could do, however. The Unseelie Elder swallowed her pride, and appealed to the Seelie Court for help. Together, they put together a spell - a spell that would drain most of Beitris's own abilities, rendering her alive yet mostly powerless. As such, the curse was concocted.
There was one hitch in the plan - in order for it to work, Beitris would need to be there in person. Morgana agreed to bring her in herself. Beitris would not go willingly and she knew this. She also knew that if anyone apart from another Elder tried to take on Beitris, they would most likely lose their life.
They met in the swamps of the Unseelie lands. Morgana attempted to trick Beitris into coming willingly, but Beitris saw through her ploy. Undeterred, the Elder beseeched that Beitris come peacefully - there was no need for her to get hurt. Foolishly, Beitris declined, snapping that she would rather die than lose her amassed power. Morgana hung her head. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this," the Elder stated solemnly. Her eyes flickered with magic as she fired off a powerful sleeping spell.
Beitris skillfully dodged. The spell hit a tree, causing it to fall dormant and its leaves to wither. A slow, sickening grin spread across the lambie's face. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
The battle was fierce, but Beitris was no match for the Elder. Morgana only grew stronger with each blow - she drew strength from the conflict created. With each spell, each swipe of a paw, the Elder's own magic surged. Beitris's attempts became more and more desperate as Morgana shimmered with power. In a last ditch attempt, Beitris used her remaining energy to fire off a terrible spell. Morgana quickly shielded herself - causing the spell to rebound onto Beitris. Beitris's eyes widened in dismay. The blast of magic hit the dark lambie right in the head, throwing her backwards with incredible force. Morrigan/Morgaine/Morgana rushed in the direction where Beitris had been thrown. She frantically searched the waters for her fallen child, growing more and more panicked as Carrying her in her mouth like a mother cat would a kitten, she brought her to the clearing where the ritual was to take place.
Stone monoliths loomed over the Elder as she entered the clearing. Sudden guilt flooded her senses. This is all my fault. Beitris... I am sorry. She placed the unconscious lambie on a mossy stone slab in the centre of the monoliths, and slowly backed out.
And not a moment too soon! The eye of the sun was upon them. The gathered fae lambicorns began to chant, having already prepared the space as Morgana had collected Beitris. Ogham runes and symbols carved into the standing stones began to glow, pulsating with soft white light. One of the Seelie fae Elders slowly approached the stone slab. He traced a sun cross over Beitris's form before gently picking up a carved puir man; a piece of resin-soaked pine wood. Branches of juniper had been bound to the wood as well, most likely to aid in the cleansing. The Elder took a breath, and the puir man ignited with white flame. He chanted a rann in the old language, twirling the puir man in three deosil circles around Beitris's unconscious form. The thick black smoke filled the clearing with a rich, aromatic scent. Next, the Seelie Elder produced a bowl of forespoken water. He sprinkled it over Beitris's body, reciting all the while. When this was done, Beitris began to squirm rather violently against the stone.
Morgana nearly rushed over to help, but quickly caught herself. She would not interfere with this ritual - especially not now. She watched helplessly as Beitris's eyes and mouth flew open. A rush of bright green magic forced its way out, interwoven with the inky blackness of Morgana's corruption. The Seelie Elder quickly held up a large clear quartz by a string, which quickly drew the darkened magic into it. The crystal turned a glowing green, though flickers of blackness surged in its depths.
Wordlessly, the old Seelie Elder turned and offered the crystal to Morgana. The Elder of Spite gently took it, grasping the crystal by the string.
"Is - is she-"
The Seelie Elder shook his head, gesturing to the slow rise and fall of Beitris's chest. "We left enough magic to keep her alive," he stated in a slow, gruff voice. "She has been sained, but we leave the separation of your corruption from this one's own magic to you." He glanced at the crystal, then turned to look Morgana dead in the eyes. "Keep that far from her. We would recommend banishment, with all of the pain and suffering she's caused."
Morgana slowly nodded. She disliked having to banish her own ilk, but... well, she'd done it before. With a heavy sigh, she collected Beitris and took her leave as the Seelie fae cleaned up the aftermath of the ritual.
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When Beitris awoke, she felt dizzy. Strangely lighter, but severely shaky. Her thoughts were muddled and cloudy. Through her hazy vision, she could make out the masked face of Morgana looking disapprovingly down at her.
"What... what happened? ...Where am I?" Beitris slowly got to her feet, nearly collapsing as her weak legs threatened to give way.
"You don't remember?" Morgana's voice was cold and clear.
"Not exactly - it's all sort of hazy... I..." A look of horrid realisation cross Beitris's face. "I hurt people, didn't I?"
The Elder slowly nodded. "Beitris of the Unseelie Fae," she stated formally. "Due to your past actions, I regret to inform you that you are hereby banished from the Unseelie Court for the time being. You may still venture within the fae realms, but you may not reside here any longer. As punishment for your crime, you will be sent to the Land of Dreams to live amongst those you have wronged."
Beitris's eyes grew wide. "But - wait - you can't do this!" she cried out. "You can't just abandon me!"
Beitris could've sworn she saw a flash of guilt in the Elder's eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared.
"You must learn from those you have hurt," Morgana stated firmly. "Only when you have repented for your actions will you be allowed back home."
Beitris hung her head, sullenly accepting the Elder's punishment.
"I will allow you to collect your belongings, and escort you from the realms."
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As such, Beitris left the fae realm, to return only as a visitor to the strange and beautiful land she once called home.
As of now, Beitris lives in the Land of Dreams, too ashamed to ever face her Elder again. She has taken to calling herself Beatrix; the Latinized version of her former name - she wishes to show both that she has changed, yet not forget her former self. Though she does venture into the Faerie realm in hopes of restoring some of her abilities, she always avoids the meeting place of the Unseelie Court.