Fourteen

Did I really just create an actual hole… in the ground?

As I turned back to face the view of the broken field, my body froze as it became clear the earthquake wasn’t a figment of my imagination, but was instead the result of my anger.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, feeling overwhelmed by the days revelations.

3 weeks ago I was just a girl from Manchester, going to a human college and setting off the fire alarms to get out of classes.

Today, I stand in the middle of a field that I found in my dreams, with the, supposedly ruthless but I would argue infuriating was the more appropriate word, King as my mate. My mother was a fae and I was a princess to a Kingdom I thought my mother had made up as a bedtime story. Oh, and I was supposed to save that kingdom… with my mate… the King.

This was all too much.

“What the hell, Serena?” My mother yelled.

“Serena” my father gasped “what happened?”

Warriors had started to surround the ar