A/N: So I've been coming up with an idea for a Dyson/OC fiction and this is what I came up with. This story is rated M for many reasons. Language, violence, smut. And yes, oh yes, there will be smut. I'd suggest not even starting the story if you're against it. Won't be till later chapters, but still. I'm also doing things my own way, which means I'm going to be making up the whole background (which includes some actual legends) and how she came to be as she is. There isn't ACTUALLY any kind of species (myth or otherwise) like Adsila. I see her as Andi Muise (a link to the pic which inspired her for this will be in my profile). This chapter is rather small compared to my normal ones, but I wanted to see the type of response I'm going to get before going more into it. Reviews are ALWAYS encouraged because I may think it suck if I don't get feedback.

I don't own Lost Girl and if I did, let me tell you right now: I would be in heaven somewhere rolling around with Dyson doing naughty, dirty things. This is also set after season one. Dyson and Bo didn't continue their relationship and she's with Lauren, he also never gave up his love for her. The end.

"I don't understand why."

"Because you're not normal, Adsila. You know that just as I do, just as the rest of them know."

The brunette woman sighed quietly, rubbing a hand over her face. "But that doesn't mean I have to live a different life then the one I'm already living."

"But it does mean that you have a completely different set of rules to live by."

Adsila shut her eyes for a minute, taking a deep breath in to try and calm herself down. Her twenty-fifth birthday was just right around the corner, which meant that her full abilities would be given to her and she would no longer just go by human laws, but those of Fae. Though she wasn't a mythological creature like many seemed to be, or at least she heard, the High Elders didn't trust a person with so much power not being within their circle. She would have to pick a side.

"I don't want to do this, Enisi." The words were quiet, soft as they left the woman's mouth.

"I know, child, but there isn't any other way. They gave us the time we asked for. Now, it is out of our hands."

The Ash, The High Elders from both sides, and The Morrigan would be arriving within hours. While everyone in the tribe was hustling and bustling to get everything prepared for their arrival, Adsila was dreading it. It wouldn't change much about her everyday life, but it would change her entire future. She saw what she was as more of a curse then a blessing like many both the Cherokee and Chickasaw tribe saw it to be. It wasn't them who bore the mark that cursed her from birth, but Adsila.

Glancing down at her wrist she traced her warm, tan fingers over it briefly and glanced at her grandmother. "I better go. Everyone will be wondering where I am. That's all I need; a shorter leash."

Her grandmother shook her head, running her fingers over her granddaughters cheek. "It will all work out, my blossom. It always does."

She couldn't help but smile, nodding slightly. "Yeah, you're right. I just wish I had a choice in all this."

"You do. Go with light, or go with darkness. Listen to your heart and it will tell you everything you need to know."

"I hope you're right." Adsila gave her grandmother one last smile before ducking out of the cabin.

It wasn't that the woman didn't want to look at the positives in the entire situation, but there was just so much, so many things for her to do and take in. It was almost too much to bear. Her hands shoved themselves into her pockets as she watched people move around the reservation, smiling to those who decided to look her way. There were some who feared her, of the things she could do while many others saw her as some sort of goddess. Sila didn't see herself as either.

Truthfully, she was an accident, something that her parents hadn't planned. The third child born to her parents, not much was ever expected from her. Dustu, her brother was to be the 'warrior' of the family, the provider. He would make their family proud with their accomplishments. Galilahi, her older sister was going to get married and give their parents beautiful babies. And then there was Adsila, the third child who no one expected anything from. But what happened was one thing that no one ever expected.

Everyone knew from birth that she was special, different, and though both her parents weren't Fae, it seemed that The Ash and The Morrigan both heard word of it the minute the mark was discovered on the small babes wrist. Her parents had prayed that they would forget, but of course, they didn't and when the call came everyone was put on edge. What was going to happen? For weeks Sila had been asking herself that very same question, continuing to ponder it. What if she failed their test or didn't meant the expectations they had set for her? Adsila wasn't sure what was ahead of her, but she was ready for it.

They were a modern reservation, but most of her time was spent in training, like how it use to be. She didn't have time to really play with the other children or do reckless things like most teenagers did. There was always a close eye kept on the child, not just because of the random outbursts of her abilities, but because she was important.

The last time a Mark Bearer was walking the earth was before the war between Fae's happened, but he was killed and the spirit of Ababinili went back into the sun and rested, waiting for another body to inhabit. There were many circumstances surrounding Adsila being a Mark Bearer that made it strange, out of the ordinary from what their legends spoke of.

The Mark Bearer was always mentioned to be a man, not a woman, a first born warrior and not a third born mistake. But there was a reason The Great Spirit had chosen her, perhaps a reason that no one knew of quite yet.

Moving through the reservation, Adsila met with one of her closest friends who was busy braiding an eagle feather into a little girls hair. Luyu had been one of the people who was never afraid of her, who stood by her and held her many times when she cried, confused as to why the pretty flowers she was twirling caught on fire. They were inseparable.

"I feel useless." Adsila said, resting her arm against the wood table to rest her chin against.

"Why do you say that, Sila?" Luyu questioned, shaking her head at the silliness of her friend.

Sila shrugged, running her fingers over the colorful beads on the table. "I don't know. Everyone has a task and I don't. I'm just suppose to rest, sit here and do nothing."

"You need your rest. Have you been sleeping?"

She twisted her lips to the side, glancing at Luyu. Sila couldn't lie to her, knowing that the woman saw right through it. "The nightmares are getting worse."

Luyu patted the girl on the butt, watching as she skipped away happily. "How worse are we talking about?"

"A lot worse. It's becoming more real, almost like I can feel it. I wake up sweating or in pain. Last night I woke up with my hands on fire, like I was ready to attack."

She bit her lip, watching Sila. "I thought you had that under control."

"I do, but this... this is different. It's like I can feel the power growing within myself and there isn't anything I can do about it. I could train, but right now I'm trained out. Aginisi says there isn't a point in it, not until my birthday."

She chuckled. "Which is in two days."

Adsila snorted, twirling a finger in the air. "Woo. Happy birthday to me."

"Don't be like that."

She sighed shaking her head softly. "I'm sorry. I'm just not in a good mood. I feel like I'm about to become a test subject and that I'll be swept away into the city, away from you guys."

"I'm sure they'll let you stay." Her friend responded, turning on the bench to face Sila.

"I don't know." She half shrugged. "I don't know anything. I'm kinda useless."

"Not really. If someone needs to start a fire you're handy." Luyu smirked, poking fun at her friend.

Sila laughed, running a hand over her face. "Smokey The Bear is going to hate me."

"Poor Smokey."

The two laughed loudly, shaking their heads at the silliness that they created. Luyu was the only person to put her at some kind of ease with the situation. The laughter died down and the two women sat there quietly, until Luyu spoke.

"Are you scared?"

It was an honest question, one that Sila asked herself many times. They were unsure what exactly was going to happen, what it was that would go on that would make her much more different then she was now. They had an idea, due to legends, but that was it. A simple idea. But she was scared. Scared of the unknown for herself.

"Kinda. I guess I'll find out in two days, hm?"

"Do you know where your allegiance will go?"

Sila shook her head. "Follow my heart. I guess with that much power I'm going to have to."

"Just don't go crazy. If you go crazy we can't be friends. Crazy doesn't go well with me."

"No going crazy. Check."

"Now come here," Luyu said, patting the seat next to her on the bench. "let me get your hair done."

Sila smiled gently and moved over to her friend, turning so her back was facing her and chuckled. "I can do this, you know."

"I know, but I'm just better at it then you are."

The woman couldn't help but laugh quietly, knowing that it wasn't true. But she let Luyu bask in the thought that she was and sat there patiently and still, every now and then glancing to the entrance of the reservation. She was just waiting for them to pull up, to tell her what she had to do. There was no getting away from this, even if Sila ran. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be found eventually, but what they would do to her for running kept her legs still. Sooner or later, the past would always catch up to a person and even though there wasn't anything horrible in hers, there would be if she fled.

Her fingers toyed with the white eagle feather in her hair, feeling her friend place beads randomly in her hair. The action was almost soothing and she shut her eyes for a moment, allowing the relaxing sensation to wash over her. She felt tired and drained, waiting for the day her birthday would arrive. After it would all be over and she hoped she would have the chance to try and keep a normal life, as much as one Adsila could have. Maybe it wasn't going to be any different and she was just being silly. No one knew, not even her. The sooner it was all over and done with, the better.

Sighing quietly she noticed Luyu's hands had stilled in her brunette locks. "Are you done?"

"I believe so."

Sila gave a small nod of her head, running her fingers over the colorful beads that seemed to shine brightly against the contrast of her hair. "I think I'm going to go lay down, get a nap in before dinner."

Luyu nodded, wrapping her arms around the girl to rest her chin against her shoulder. "Try to get some rest and remember; I'll always be here for you."

She smiled and patted her friend on the hands. "I know. Thanks for the hair doing."

"Anytime." Luyu smiled back, removing her arms from Adsila.

Giving her friend one last glance, Sila moved from the bench and made her way towards the cabin she occupied, giving the sun a look over before stepping inside. The guests would surely be there before sundown, since it was much harder to find the reservation in the dark. It meant she had a couple of hours to try and get some kind of sleep, finding that at night her mind was clouded with nightmares, visions of a time long past that were memories from the previous Mark Bearer.

She took a deep breath in and undressed, slipping on a shirt before she crawled into her bed. Sleep would no doubt come, but Adsila hoped it was a peaceful one.

"I don't understand why." Dyson said, resting his arm against the door.

"Because I trust you. With The Morrigan there I'm not sure what tricks she will pull." The Ash spoke, glancing at Dyson before turning his attention back out of the window.

The blonde haired man looked at The Ash, confusion written across his features. "I understand, but what if the girl runs?" The man had seen it before, those who didn't want to have any part of the Fae community and it's rules. Hell, Bo had done it before she even knew what she was.

"She won't and if she does, then you and that nose can sniff her out." The Ash's voice was calm, as if the idea didn't bother him.

"I don't see what's so special about her."

"That's a lot of power to harbor, Dyson and we need her on our side. The last time anyone has seen anything like what she is was before the war."

There were other things that Dyson could be doing at that moment, like working. But here he was going on a vacation of sorts. What if Bo needed him and he wasn't there? What if Kenzi managed to get herself in trouble like she was good at doing? They were good, important questions, ones that The Ash didn't want to hear. Hale was sure to be able to handle anything that may come up, but still. The pair had a way of drawing attention to themselves like moths to a flame. Also, it wasn't like he could just tell The Ash no, he wasn't going to go.

Dyson had to admit that it was always nice to get away from the city, to go out into the woods that few ever wanted to venture out in. It made the wolf inside stir with excitement, the thought that it would get to run free with no care in the world, to roll around and hunt bunnies. He was a man, but he was also a man who kept a beast within himself.

"You think she'll go with The Morrigan?" It was a question that lingered in his mind.

The Ash gave a small shrug. "No telling. The power could make her lust for more, cause her to go into a somewhat frenzy and want to cause destruction. Right now it's neutral territory, which is why we're both able to meet here. We won't know until after she's completed her transition."

"But you do know that an entire tribe of people are going to know about Fae's. That seems dangerous."

"It is. But this is rooted in their people, their religion and really, there isn't anything we can do about that aspect of it. They'll be there for the ceremony and then disperse after for the test. They'll only know the basics, that is all."

Dyson sighed quietly. He didn't like this, didn't like that more people were going to know of Fae.

They arrived in record time it seemed, and Dyson frowned lightly to himself at the sight of The Morrigan as they pulled up. He knew the kind of words she spoke to get people to join her, the promises she gave. She tried with him, but he declined as he found himself drawn more towards Light then Dark.

The SUV came to a stop and Dyson and The Ash stepped out, only to be greeted by The Morrigan moving towards them.

"About time you showed up. I was starting to think this would be too easy." She smirked, taking a drag from her cigarette holder.

"It's not going to be as easy as you think." The Ash retorted back, clasping his hands in front of him.

"Oh, come now. Do you really think that she's going to want the boring life you have to offer? With me she gets excitement."

"And death." Dyson added in, glancing at The Morrigan.

"Why is your help talking to me?"

"Because he's right." The Ash responded, glancing around the reservation. "Where is she?"

"No clue. Maybe she skipped out." The Morrigan took another drag from the black cigarette holder, blowing the smoke towards Dyson who waved it from his face.

An older couple stepped up to them with warm, welcoming smiles across their faces. "Welcome. I'm Chief Adahy and this is my wife Omba. I believe you're here for our daughter."

The Ash gave a curt nod of his head. "Adsila, correct?"

"Yes. I'm afraid she's laying down at the moment. All of this is just a little too much for her, especially as it gets closer to the date. But I can assure you that she will join us for dinner tonight and you can speak to her then, if you like." Omba said, wrapping a hand around her husbands arm with a small smile.

"That would be just lovely. Where are we staying?" The Morrigan asked, snapping her fingers at one of the Dark Fae's standing behind her. He moved to help grab her bags.

"We must apologize for not having such fancy lodging that I'm sure you're use to, but your cabin is this way." Adahy motioned for them to follow.

Omba signaled for The Ash and Dyson to follow her. "I will show you to your quarters as well."

The Ash gave her a thin smile, glancing at Dyson. "Put up your bags and then check on the perimeter. I don't want anything happening without me knowing."

Dyson curtly nodded, grabbing his bags from the car and followed behind the woman. The cabin that he would be staying in was nice and once his bags were placed on the floor he fell on the bed with a quiet grunt. The next few days were going to be hell and all he wanted to do was lay in bed and rest, maybe wake up back in his loft. But that wasn't going to happen. No, instead of getting some much needed rest, he had to go marching through the woods as dusk hit.

He moved from his cabin, taking a moment on the small front porch it offered to take a deep breath in. The air was cleaner, crisp and fresh. It was almost heavenly. An older woman who was walking by stopped in front of him, canting her head to the side as she regarded Dyson. A smile crept across her lips and she nodded her head towards the woods.

"You'll enjoy them. Both of you."

"Both?" Dyson questioned, quirking an eyebrow at her.

She smiled and motioned toward him. "Child, I'm not as foolish as you may think me to be."

"I don't understand." He didn't think her to be anything, but he was slowly starting to wonder if she wasn't a senile old woman.

"There isn't just one side to you. Both of you will like the woods with the freedoms it allows. Reservation land; no one's allowed on it but us."

He furrowed his brow in confusion and watched as she went on her way, slowly taking a couple of steps down the porch. It confused him slightly, the words she spoke. Part of him wanted to follow her, questioning how she managed to know that there was more to him that meets the eye. Most importantly, how she seemed to know that the woods were almost calling him into their embrace. Dyson didn't have time for it at the moment, but made a mental note to seek her out at a later time when he could get answers to his questions.

Turning on his heel he made his way towards the woods, placing his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket and glanced at the setting sun. The bright, vibrant colors that seemed to flourish from it made him notice the differences that the city offered. But he was working there, which meant he had to live in the area and all in all, made it easier. It didn't put his wolf at ease and as Dyson took a deep breath in, he could feel the creature stirring within himself. Of course it would be easier to shift and quickly check out the area surrounding the reservation, but there was no telling who was out there. Wolves didn't just roam the area and those that did venture in the woods would probably know that.

No, it was just him 'humaning' it with sharpened senses that were on high alert as he stepped into the tangled mess of trees and bushes.