Atlas and I descended into the darkness. Even with my Fae vision, there was very little light to illuminate the arched walls of the cavern. I briefly grazed my fingertips over the emerald flame and was surprised to find that it was hot to the touch.
“You’re surprised that fire is hot?” Atlas chuckled, his laugh rough and somewhat raspy.
“It’s green fire, Atlas. I didn’t know if it was different or something.” I snorted, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Fire is fire, kitten.” He snickered, wrapping his hand around my out stretched fingers. “Don’t burn yourself.”
“I think we need to worry about you right now, not me.” I retorted, turning away from the fire to venture deeper into the cavern.
Our voices bounced off the earthen walls, sending echo’s back and forth. I trailed my fingers over the rough surface of the walls, trying to forge that connection Micah was talking
“You—” I exhaled in wonder, taking in the beauty that was Fae Atlas. “You’re Fae.”Atlas had been a beautiful human, but as a Fae—I had never seen anything like it. Even Micah, Finn, and the other Fae I had already met—they were nothing, nothing compared to this.His porcelain skin was creamy and smooth, but also emitted a faint glow. Where his eyes had been lighter than a clear sky, I could now see the wisps of white dancing behind those orbs. The colors merged and separated, caught in an endless dance of beauty and grace. His platinum hair was full and thick, perfectly messy as though it had been professionally styled that way. Every curve of his muscular body had been chiseled from stone by the greatest artists to ever exist. Even his nose, which had been broken during childhood, was perfect and angular. Everything beautiful about him had been amplified during his transformation.I wondered if I looked the same
While Micah was fine with us wandering the towering city in the treetops, he had asked us not to step foot on the ground below. As the sun dipped into the sky, and brilliant stars dotted the horizon, a large manner of creatures claimed the night as their home.Even when exhaustion filled my bones and weighed down my limbs, I was unreasonably restless. A dull throb filled my head that refused to balk, and I chalked it up to information overload. In such a short amount of time, nearly everything had changed. Two weeks ago, I had been in Atlas’s pack, horrifically angry and hell-bent on accepting his rejection at all costs. Everything was moving so—so fast. From Werewolf to Fae, from one realm to another. In the midst of training to master the power that breathed within me to running from
“It’s been ten years since you’ve seen me?” I sputtered, sure that my jaw had fallen to the floor.“A very long ten years.” He smiledwryly, “I got yournote, by the way. I think I might’ve come a few years late, but I found it.”“I waited for you, for as long as I could, but you never showed.” I replied, my words ending on a sad note.
The next two days were filled with sweat, dirt and general exhaustion. Micah had been serious when he offered to train me, and I quickly began to see the High Lord lingering beneath his familiar skin. High Lord Micah was brutal, unforgiving and generally ruthless when it came to my training.Each morning started with a large breakfast, usually consisting of a plethora of vegetables, fruits, and some form of mystery meat. I hadn’t a clue what kind of meat it was, and I was more than afraid to ask. Micah’s reasoning behind the large breakfast was that it would help connect me to Earth, as all of the ingredients were part of that element. The fruits and vegetables came from the surrounding forest, as did the animal whose meat we consumed.Bloated and stuffed with food, I wobbled alongside Micah and made my way down to the forest below. Micah had sent Atlas off with a handful of warriors to connect with his own element, directing them towards the nearest body o
One moment I was standing in the strange clearing, surrounded by those smooth circular stones, chilled by the all-encompassing silence that surrounded me. The next, I was near frozen in fear.A gust of wind whipped through the clearing, colder than anything I had ever felt. On that gust was the putrid scent of mildew and mold infested waters. The scent made me crinkle my nose, and I couldn’t mistake the festering edge to the smell; it reminded me of rotting flesh.Apart from the monstrous Fae woman I had seen my first time here, everything else in the Fae realm had been tinged with this otherworldly beauty. It was like this world had a filter over it, heightening the colors and scents.This was my first true glimpse at what hid beneath that beautiful exterior.I had blindly followed the Wisp, uncaring of how far I ventured. I hadn’t even noticed when the trees changed, turning dark and warped. I cursed myself for being so stupid, so irresponsi
Mother, sister, or perhaps even a distant cousin. I hadn’t a clue. She was young, around my age. Her platinum hair was pulled back from her face, draped over her shoulder in a thick braid that glittered with little clear crystals. A few curls framed her angular face, grazing against her sharp jawline.She wore a form fitting tunic as light as her eyes, and white leather boots that reached her knee’s. Fur lined those boots and the collar of her tunic, as though she expected to step into an icy tundra but was met with the humid air of the surrounding forest.She was beautiful, in a way that all Fae were. Her eyes were a bit large, giving her that doe-eyed look, but there was a flash of intelligence in those glacier eyes. That flash told me she knew exactly who I was, and I briefly wondered what she might do with that information.She wore one of those laurel wreath’s that you see in Roman movies, only it wasn’t golden and there weren’
I awoke to that annoying prodding sensation in my head. Like sticky sweet tendrils of darkness were trying to worm their way into my ears, into my brain and thoughts. They were moving slowly, these tendrils. Trying not to disturb me, trying to remain undetected.Whether it was the power of the High Lords running through my newly Fae body, or the fact that this Fae woman wasn’t as good as she thought, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I sensed those tendrils and knew who had put them there.This time she wouldn’t get away with it. I was no longer gasping for air like a fish on dry land, my energy completely depleted and eviscerated. This time, she would pay.The library of thoughts in my head, with endless books that contained my memories and thoughts, those tendrils were nearing closer and closer. I had no clue what to do, and even Micah had said there was practically no one willing to train me in Spirit. I highly doubted this obnoxious woman
Atlas had only been half an hour behind Aralia and Tamara when he first felt the jagged pangs of my fear pierce his head and heart. Neither of us knew if it were a side effect of being true-mates, but it had alerted Atlas in the middle of the night. Try as he might, he couldn’t feel my every emotion.He arrived at the boundary to the Water Court half an hour after Aralia and Tamara passed through carrying me in tow. They had at least a dozen warriors with them, men and women with fair skin and pale hair. They detained Atlas at the border, while waiting for Aralia and Tamara to show.Apparently, Aralia wasn’t a relative of Atlas at all. She was a ward, a child brought in by the ruling family. Her backstory was unknown, but she came into the family during her childhood, and had been raised in the Water Court. Atlas had learned a lot about Aralia, all of which peaked my jealousy in ways that had my head spinning.She was a ward of the family, but a high