Demon Revelation: The Day of Fear

A Great Surprise

They moved loosely in a circle around us before gradually getting closer to us. I turned my head to look behind Breandans and wished I had a weapon. A large stick would work just fine. Lack of sunlight made the final autumnal leaves stand out. As they twirled down, they twisted in the air into grotesque and lovely forms. I then became afraid. Breandan would die defending me here, and I would be stuck with these psychopaths for the rest of my life, I feared as I suffocated on my own air and knelt on my knees. perpetually trapped.

I kept my hands tight around his waist, wondering what to do. I was looking in every direction at once, which hurt my neck.

The fairies of the Tribe slowly drew nearer, with their leader leading the way. Devlin appeared insane with the hope of winning so vivid in his mind.

Before saying, "Run," Breandan looked at my face inquisitively.

No. Only slightly, my voice trembled. No matter how terrified I was, I would not abandon him here.

Rae, please pay attention to me.

He was trying to persuade me with words that had a strong persuasive quality. You have to flee.

I laughed at the ridiculous notion of him sacrificing his life for mine. After he left and left me all devoted and loyal, it was as if I could survive without him. Either we would depart together or not at all. I prepared to pass away alongside him in this location. If Breandan died, they would have to kill me because I would never give up trying to kill them.

He made a tiny head shake that was so small I hardly noticed it.

I can't cast a portal to transport us or defend against their spells.

My concentration is lacking.

Thank you, Rae.

No, I said again, this time with more vigor.

The copper-haired fairy took a large, hunched step toward us as I hissed and barbed my teeth at him.

The knife's hilt was in his hand, which twitched.

His titled eyes, which would have had a handsome face, became menacing in the dim light.

In an outburst of wit, I inquired, "What about Conall?".

He shook his head a second time.

We had to get away, and I had a thought in the back of my mind. We would suffer a painful death if what I was planning didn't succeed, but I knew that magic was the only way to survive this. The other option, Breandan taking on three fairies by himself, was not an option. I was worth much more than to perish in this situation, caged and terrified. I was intelligent and powerful. I was the best at everything I did when I still thought I was a human being less than a day ago, and I had no plans to change that now. I had magic, and I was powerful.

I mumbled, "I'm a demon," and focused on the amulet.

In order to have room to move, I moved away. The moment my tone changed, Breandan's eyes shot to my face in confusion. He held my hand in a way that appeared to keep me fastened to him.

Attack was started by the fairies.

They charged at us with gleaming teeth and blades. I scrunched my fingers together as I stumbled forward to meet their charge, slammed my fist into Devlin's chest, and then simply moved when I felt the amulet's hard, cold press. We received a sideways jolt. piercing a thick rubbery wall that was impervious to pressure. We managed to squeeze through the gap that opened up despite the object stretching against me and preventing entry. The environment around us changed from vivid green to worn-out gray stone.

As I fell, Breandan and Devlin fell out in surprise at the sudden change in scenery. I looked down at the palm-sized green and gold amulet I was holding in my fist, startled and a little teary-eyed. The circumference was inscribed with runes I didn't recognize, and the circle had two smaller rings inside of it. It appeared that two smaller pieces could fit inside. I had hoped Devlin would have connected the two pieces the Tribe had, but this was only partially successful.

My bones shook under its power, which hummed.

Power ripples moved across my hand, up over my torso, and down over my legs as the amulet appeared to sigh. Biting down while getting used to its new master. It then continued to expand until I started to feel more connected to everything. I felt wide open, not protected. I knew his amulet was meant to protect, whereas mine was meant to inspire wisdom (yeah right).

I exclaimed with joy, which quickly changed to irritation.

Devlin was supposed to stay with the others, and I was supposed to take the group to my dorm room instead of the dilapidated church where I first met the white witch. And I didn't want this damn thing to stick to me; I wanted it to go to Breandan. In the hopes that it would undo whatever had happened, I attempted to drop it to the ground, but my hand wouldn't let it go.

I had no luck, damn the gods.

I put the amulet in my pocket before realizing what I had done was utterly impossible. My brain jiggled in my skull as I giggled in disbelief, then it fell back into place as I tripped over and started to throw up. I whirled in fear at the noise behind me, scraping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Breandan and Devlin moved swiftly and harshly around one another. The conflict was both magnificent and beastly. From excruciatingly slow to extraordinarily fast, their speed fluctuate. Even though I couldn't see half of what they did, when I did, I was sick.

My fears were drowned in a sea of courage by the need to keep Breandan safe. I felt for the Source, sure we had gotten past Devlin's guard. A wave of sickness swept over me from head to toe as I grasped the pulsing energy. I controlled my legs as my stomach heaved and dangerously pitched. The sound of a distressed grunt drew my focus back to the fight. Normalcy and a flimsy peace were illusions that were no longer present. The boys skulked about the area with murderous intent, both feral and vicious. The blows between Breandan and Devlin were accompanied by loud thumps and hollow crunches as they were delivered with their fists and feet, respectively.

I spit out a curse and stomped my feet while swallowing the bile that was stinging my nose and back of my throat. It tasted acidic. I drew deeply until I felt as though my body would explode from the pressure causing my blood to bubble. It was challenging to concentrate my efforts on what I desired.

Every blow Devlin delivered to Breandan's body resembled one I would have received myself.

I struggled as I formed the horde of erratic energy I had dragged forth into a fist of air.

Breandan became distracted, his eyes darting to mine and growing worried. Devlin swung with lethal accuracy, a smile of triumph flashing across his face.

I let out a breath and reached for the gun. Before my eyes, a growing ball of light materialized. until I realized it was beyond my control, it kept getting bigger and bigger. The flames started to burn blue then whips of white started to flash across its surface, but Breandan would be too close to use the damn thing, so what did I do with it?

Hold on Rae and don't let go. Be incredibly still.

When I looked up, Breandan and Devlin were no longer fighting. The alarm on their faces frightened me as they stood side by side.

The fireball grew slightly larger while my lip trembled.

Inching closer to me, Breandan took a step back. Please maintain your composure, Rae.

I said nervously, "I think it's a little big. You've at least given up fighting.

Devlin screamed angrily, "You could either stop or watch us all get killed.

Breandans face burned with a ferocious hatred as he stared at the fairy-lord, but he restrained his expression and concentrated on me. His eyes were narrow but his face was expressionless. Everything will be okay. Please follow my instructions exactly.

I wildly nodded.

In front of me, the fireball was hovering while it rolled, grew, and slightly inverted itself. What would occur if it blew up in my face?

I declared aloud that I had the courage to accomplish this.

Devlin gave a scowling expression.

Yes, Breandan said. You are a brave person. Now, I want you to visualize the fireball as the wind.

a tornado, perhaps?

No!

The fireball grew larger and began to spin into a cyclone of flames. My mind briefly saw a face, and then it vanished while squeezing Devlin into its center. He roared in rage, consumed by wildfire. His skin was scorched, but he was unharmed as the fire swirled into a glowing ball. The bloated sphere of death was tossed toward Breandan after being bounced in his palm.

I cried out, "Stop," and made a call to turn the power back on.

The fire flickered out of existence, but its heat engulfed me. I dropped to my knees and fought the small fires that had started to spread across my clothing as I puzzledly watched the fist of air I had summoned fly in the direction of the fairy-boys, who had resumed their conflict. Even as I became aware that something was wrong with my conjuring, my eyes widened at the glow surrounding them, and I realized too late that they used magic of their own. I was strong enough to cast two spells simultaneously.

The breaking of the casting caused the ground to tremble.

Shields summoned for defense bent and detonated. An unstoppable force threw both boys back and carried them. Like ripples in a still pond, the churning energy of their spells that tore them apart spread out. I shook as the force pounded my mass and collided with it. I was knocked off my feet and swiftly kicked across the floor. I could do nothing but wait for it to end as each ripple slammed and beat at me. A wall stood in my path, and as I tore through it, the stone raked at my skin. I was groggy as I lay there. unable to breathe, move, or think. My ears were filled with a high-pitched sound as black spots danced across my field of vision.

I tightly clenched my eyes.

I had dirt lodged in the back of my throat and blood in my mouth. My nose felt thick and throbbed, and I was unable to smell anything. My left butt cheek sports a protective amulet. I heaved gulps of air as I gasped, my chest opening. My body, a wreck, was numb.

I felt a hand press against me to make sure I was okay.

I cried, Breandan. It hurts terribly.

As I coughed up dirt flecks, I placed a hand on my chest and pulled it away to reveal dark red.

Lay motionless.

Uncomfortable yet familiar voice made me feel a strange sense of dread. I didn't want to hear that particular voice.

I said, gasping for air, "Get off me.". Stop touching me.

Even though it hurt, I struggled, twisted, and tried to attack with my hands, but Devlin easily deflected my attacks.

Let go. Breandan towered above, unharmed. He cut Devlin's jugular with his blade, drawing blood that trickled down his collar. He was hesitant to let me go, though. I gave him the look of a madman as I glared up at him. He finally lost it now.

While maintaining a fixed gaze on Devlin, Breandan grabbed my outstretched arm and pulled me into himself. Devlin had half-crazed eyes and hair when he was on his knees. His hands were stained with my blood, and the edges of his clothes were smoking and singed.

I would be roaring if I were a cat.

As I came to the realization that the fight was over, my heart pounded in my chest. Devlin's face revealed he was up against something unpleasant after Breandan had triumphed. A tribal leader could never recover from losing to a younger, weaker foe. My palms were drenched in sweat, and I rubbed them against my jeans. If I wanted to suggest something extreme, I thought it through quickly. To put it another way, if the circumstances were different, Devlin would promptly kill Breandan. The fairy culture seemed deeply steeped in honor and tradition, was his life Breandans to claim? Breandan was not the proper representative of the rebels; Lochlann was. I had no idea what it would mean if he killed the tribal chief. The fairy hierarchy could suffer more if it were to kill him. My gaze shifted downward to a pool of blood that was steadily dripping to the ground. I swayed, but before I could stumble, he had me in his arms.

Breandan said as he turned his perfect nose up at me, "This is your own fault for not minding your own business.". The only purpose of our shields was defense. You'd be dead if they had triggers attached. Rae, using magic at random is completely reckless. You're in peril as a result. Never push yourself past your limits.

The forest rolled its eyes at my decision to throw my head back in defiance.

I muttered petulantly, "He was going to kill you.".

I hid in his arms after the look he gave me. You have such little trust in your partner.

Breandan gave Devlin one last look, who was still as frozen as stone, decided he was not a threat, and then turned to set me down on a downed log.

Devlin changed, recovering from the shock of losing. His hand moved down until it was wrapped around his neck and chest after pressing a hand to his temple and running his fingers through his white-blonde hair. His eyes widened and became wild, darting all over the floor. I responded to his direct gaze on me with a demure lack of interest. I had to slide a hand over my pocket as I choked at the expectant look on his face. Devlin smiled after he caught my eye.

Breandan was the next to receive a comment from him. His cheeks drooped in an amusing smile.

Breandan's low growl made him look menacing and raised my blood pressure. I put a hand on his stomach, scrunched my fingers together so my talons pierced his skin, and let out a hiss. To keep him grounded, the pain was purposefully inflicted. He regained control and put his hand in mine.

Devlin grinned and said, "You will both pay for this.". in ways that defy imagination.

Breandan uttered a small noise but remained motionless. Devlin's eyes grew smaller as his smile faded from his face.

I groggily said, "Breandan.". What-.

His finger was in my mouth. Return to the Temple right away, Rae.

I glanced up at him while blinking. I want to accompany you, so why can't I stay? He placed his fingers on my lips as I spoke.

Devlin and I are going to the Grove.

Slowly, I exhaled. I'm a fairy too, so why am I having trouble waking up? I ought to be able to locate this location. I cocked my chin in defiance. I'd like to see it.

To lift me up and put me on my feet, Breandan took the chance of turning his back on Devlin while grabbing me by the shoulders.

My face was starting to take on a sullen appearance.

He gave me a direct look. Without any interruptions, I want to introduce you to these people. not compromised by his affiliation. What am I saying?

I hesitated before nodding. I could see where he was coming from. If Breandan showed up dragging Devlin behind him and I showed up looking like hell, I would be a great point of interest. It was upsetting because I got the impression that he was keeping me hidden. However, there was no rational explanation for why he would do that; therefore, it was just me, silly Rae, acting out of proportion.

I muttered into my shoulder, "I'll go back," and half-turned. Just be careful around him, please.

I felt a slight push from Breandan.

I'll run as you return.

Before you can even miss me, I'll be with you.

Devlin gave me a smiling look. Did he know something I didn't, that's what was so funny.

I shivered and moved slowly to the front. In the forest of blue and purple that was all around me, I was not afraid. It was peaceful. As I walked back, I pulled at the gaping hole at my back where my tee shirt had caved in to make room for my wings and slid my glamor back on. I had the impression that a thick curtain was covering the world as it grew darker. My limbs dragged, and my hearing, sense of smell became muted. Finally alone, I paused to consider everything that had occurred to me over the previous eighteen years and wondered how I had managed to function in this manner for so long.

Back on the compound, I was reaching for Bayous' door when a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. The hand was warm, human warm, and it spun me around and pressed me back into the door.

Lord Cleric, I protested and pushed forward, but he held firm.

I was stronger than him of course, but I let him pin me to the door as the Lady Cleric from that morning came out of the shadows. I dipped my head in a show of respect but my mind was racing. This was not good. It was the middle of the night, I was not asleep in bed like the other Disciples, and I looked like I had been to hell and back.

Hai, Disciple, the Lady Cleric said in a nasal drawl.

She had a slight accent and upward tilt to her eyes. She was a small thing, tiny hands and feet obscured by mittens and clunky black boots. Her mousey brown hair hung straight, severely parted in the center and cut blunt at the ends, and over her eyebrows in a fringe. She was not attractive, or ugly either; she just looked mean.

Hai, Lady Cleric, I replied.

I didn't know her name, so I simply said the honorific keeping my eyes downcast and my voice small and quiet in an attempt at meekness, whilst I scrambled around my head to get my story straight. This treatment of me was against the rules. This told me two things. One, that they suspected me to be the girl in the forest that morning. Two, they had already tried the official route and had probably been told to take a hike by the Priests. Oh gods. Or they were acting with Sect approval and their orders were to take care of me quietly.

And I handed myself to them on a platter.

Looks like you're doing some hard thinking there, Tu said. Why so nervous, Rae?

I looked my teacher in the eye, and could not hide the flash of hate in my glare. He faltered and the pressure on my shoulder eased. I used it to slide away and stand up straight. I felt the wind blow past and sent a chill up my exposed spine. How would I explain my ripped top? I lifted my chin and looked between them.

Is there something I can help you with? I'm tired after my run, and I would like to sleep.

They shot looks at each other. Do you often run in the middle of the night? The Lady Cleric looked me up and down. Looking disheveled?

I scrunched my fingers into fists behind my back. Yes, Lady Cleric. I like to run at night. I find it soothing.

Do you run in the morning? Tu asked quietly.

I nodded my head. Sure. The security guy often lets me out in the predawn. I circle the Temple grounds and come back.

The Lady Cleric tilted her head. Sounds innocent enough.

I smiled somewhat tightly. Do you run, Cleric? If you do, you will know how peaceful it can be.

Yes. I too find it soothing. Killing demons can be stressful.

I flinched, just a little, but enough to confirm their suspicions. Normal people did not flinch at the mention of killing demons. It was seen as a good thing.

We know all about your morning runs, Rae. But that's not why we are here. It's what led us to you, but not why we're here.

I swallowed a couple of times before I could say. I don't think I follow you. Led you to me?

You know there is an in and out list for the gate?

I closed my eyes briefly, realizing the blunder before I answered. Yes, Lord Cleric.

This morning, you went out as usual, but you didn't come through the gate again. He pointed behind him, where the black iron gates lurked. You showed up in my class sure enough, and asked a few concerning questions. When we came back to the class you looked most preoccupied. Then you skipped all of your afternoon classes. Most concerning.

My hand reached behind me and curled around Bayous' door handle.

I understand Lord Cleric, I said humbly. I will come to your classroom tomorrow morning to discuss my punishment.

The Lady Clerics face twisted. No, Disciple Wilder. You are coming with us. Now.

I jerked the door open and bolted through it. Taking the stairs two at a time a hand snagged my ankle and I went down. I smacked my head on the stair in front of me, and was half dragged back down by my calf. Flailing to grab the railing rushing by, I caught one and held on. I half turned, and kicked with my other leg catching the Lady Cleric by the side of her head. She let me go and I scrambled up the stairs on all fours. On the second flight, I heard her close behind me and plucked my key out of my back jeans pocket. I heard her take the second flight of stairs, cursing the gods as my hand tried to slot my key in the lock. My hand trembled. As it slid in and clicked, I opened the door and turned to get the Lady Clerics fist straight square in the face. Pain exploded out from my nose and radiated across my cheekbones. I flew back, and landed hard on my back with a flat thump. The Lady Cleric stepped in and kicked the door closed behind her. Glamoured as human, I could see nothing in the dark, but I could hear her raspy breaths.

I wiped at my bleeding nose. Why was it not healing?

Demon bitch, she spat. That's what you are, isn't it? A demon. That was the only way you evaded the dogs, my tracking.

It's not what you think, I sobbed and crawled backward.

I knew it was you, but It wasn't sure. He tried to convince me it was just a coincidence. That one of his precious students could never be one of them. The venom in her voice made me tremble even harder. You disgust me, I read your file. You've been hiding among us since a baby. Fooling that old Priest into thinking that you were an abandoned ward.

No, it wasn't like that. My heart hurt when I thought of the Priest who had found me outside his door. I would never do anything to hurt him. It was him who had suggested I be enrolled at Temple when he saw how I had survived at the orphanage. I shook my head again. It wasn't like that.

I was afraid. Had I been this afraid when I'd met Breandan? Or when I'd met-I swear, my heart stopped then kicked twice before a cold sweat broke out on my palms. I couldn't even think of his name, because then it would be real. The horror of what was about to happen would become a reality, and there would be no taking it back. I hobbled up and pressed myself against the wall.

Tomas, I whispered.

I felt him shift beside me before I saw his silhouette slink forward. I heard his snarl a second before I held my palms up and out, the words to call him off dying on my lips when I thought hard about what she would do to me. Would she have taken me to the Priests for judgment, or would she have killed me?

I watched. I watched him move silently around her, and watched as his fangs ran out. She was still advancing toward me, hyped on hate, and unaware her own death was less than a moment away. He grabbed her head, and clamped a hand over her mouth to smother her scream. Yanking her shoulder down, he curled his fingers around her cloak to rip it away and expose her flesh. His head hung suspended against the smooth ivory of her neck, and I watched her eyes widen in horror. Instant tears make them glisten as Tomas twitches then bites down. A spray of blood splashed against the wall and my face. I was unable to look away. It was loud, grizzly and violent. The heels of the Lady Clerics boots thumped on the hardwood floor, and the salty smell of her blood filled the air. Her dying wail was heard only by me as a senseless keen, a single sustained note. It lasted a few seconds. It lasted an age. Then, when he was done, Tomas let her lifeless body fall to the floor with a hollow thud.

It took me less than a moment to see the immense danger of my situation. I started to creep along the wall, keeping myself as small as possible. Tomas stood in the middle of the room, savoring his kill. Good for him, bad for me. I made it all the way to the door then the darkness swarmed around me.

Before I could squeal, Tomas had hold of my wrist and yanked me forward. I pulled against him, again pressing myself into the door. I held still as his tongue swept over my skin, smoother than a normal tongue. He lapped up the blood I'd wiped from my nose and groaned. He loomed over me, brown eyes liquefying.

You smell like sunlight, he said darkly.

His fingers brushed over my pulse point then his eyes flashed black. He bent my wrist back and I cried out in pain.

You have to let me go, I said and kept a tight rein on the urges of my nature.

Fear pressed on my mind made it hard to think. Made it hard to remember he was here to talk, not hurt me. This demon, this vampire who right now thirsted for my blood wanted to talk, and I'd left him here for half the night, hungry. He'd just sucked the life out of a Cleric, but it didn't seem to have been enough. She had been a small thing. If I attacked it would be fatal, for he would succumb to his baser instinct.

Fangs still dripping with blood, my blood; his chest started to rise and fall rapidly.

Are you going to bite me, Tomas? I did not snatch my hand away; it would excite rather than subdue him. You promised no biting and I trusted you. I trust you.

I am what I am, he said, slowly.

Bringing my wrist back to his mouth, his fangs grazed over a vein and the lush tearing of my skin punctured the edgy silence. He made a noise half way between a growl and a pained keen.

Don't do this. I tugged my hand, unable to help myself. His eyes heated. If you don't let go-.

What will you do? His voice was dark, filled with anticipation. He pushed my sleeve further up my arm to expose more of my skin. I want to taste you. I have since the first moment I breathed your scent.

With a sigh of triumph, he opened his jaw wide, and bit down.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt my skin divide as his fangs sank into me. God, it hurts, it hurts. His cold lips brushed my skin and it burned as he sucked. Then it changed. Subtly, the burning started to sweep over me in tingly pulses of pleasure. My eyes flickered open and I moaned. A tide of lust flowed through me and invaded secret places they had no business being. Thick blood gushed down my hand and overflowed from his mouth, only for him to lap it up. A wave of fatigue had my knees buckling.

Tomas, I shouted and reached out to the well of energy now mine to control, all I had left to defend myself with. I pushed power into my voice as I called his name and it boomed. It was loud, and echoed through me, making the walls quake.

Head flying back, dark hair streaming across his face, he gasped and clutched a hand to his head. He spun, dragging me with him like a rag doll and threw me across the room. Before my body hit the floor, for a split second it was like I could fly. Had I been a clever girl, I would have dropped my glamor and used my wings to land softly on the floor. I was too messed up to do anything but cry. When I landed, I rolled and rolled before crashing into the base of the wall. Thank the gods my room was small. Tomas staggered back and hit the wall on the opposite side. He bent over, trembling and mumbling incoherently to himself.

Tomas, I repeated, quieter this time. The day seemed endless, and I hoped there were no more surprises in store.

I didn't know how much more I could take.

I was dying to pee, so I squatted behind a tree and relieved myself, humming low in my throat. perfect snub at me. Only to defend, we summoned our shields. You'd be dead if they had triggers attached. Rae, it is beyond reckless to use magics at random. You are endangered by it. You must not push yourself past your limits.

The forest rolled, telling me it was foolish to throw my head back in defiance.

I snarled, "He was going to kill you," indignantly.

I cowered in his arms after the look he gave me. You place such little trust in your partner.

Breandan gave Devlin, who was still as frozen as ice, a quick glance, decided he posed no threat, and turned to set me down on a downed log.

After the shock of losing, Devlin changed, returning to himself. He placed a hand on his temple and ran his fingers through his white-blonde hair before sweeping his hand down toward his neck and chest. His eyes widened and became wild, darting all over the floor. I responded to his direct gaze on me with a cool demeanor. I had to put a hand over my pocket as I choked at the expectant look on his face. Devlin smiled after he caught my gaze.

One would think you want to kill me, boy, he said as he turned to face Breandan. His cheeks drooped in an amusing smile.

My blood boiled at Breandan's low growl, which also made him look more melancholy. I put my hand on his stomach and scrunched my fingers so that my talons pierced his skin as I hissed through parted lips. Pain was intentionally caused to keep him grounded. As he regained control, his hand slipped into mine.

Devlin grinned and said, "You will both pay for this.". in ways that are unimaginable to you.

Breandan uttered a small noise but remained motionless. Devlin's eyes shrank and his smile slipped from his lips.

Breandan, I said groggily. What-.

His finger was in my mouth. Return to the Temple right away, Rae.

I looked up at him while blinking. I want to go with you, but why can't I stay? His fingers were on my lips as I spoke.

Devlin and I are going to the Grove.

I let out a slow breath. I'm also a fairy, so why am I not able to awaken? I should be able to locate this location. I definitely lifted my chin. I'm curious to see it.

Breandan took a chance by turning away from Devlin in order to lift me up by the shoulders and put me on my feet. I could see a sullen look taking shape on my face. He gave me a direct gaze. With no interruptions, I want to introduce you to the group of people. not compromised by his affiliation. Do you get it?

I paused and then nodded. I recognized his point. If Breandan showed up dragging Devlin behind him and I showed up looking like hell, I would be a great point of interest. He seemed to be keeping me hidden, which was upsetting. However, there was no rational explanation for why he would do that; therefore, it was just me, silly Rae, overreacting.

I half turned and muttered, "I'll go back.".

Please be cautious around him.

I received a small shove from Breandan.

I'll run while you return home.

Before you have time to miss me, I'll be there.

At me, Devlin grinned. Did he know something I didn't, that's what was so funny.

I began to walk slowly as I shivered.

Despite being surrounded by a forest of blue and purple, I wasn't afraid. It was serene. As I made my way back, I pulled at the gaping hole at my back where my tee shirt had caved in to make room for my wings and slid my glamor back on. The world grew darker, and I had the impression that a thick curtain was covering my view. My hearing and sense of smell dimmed, and my limbs dragged. Finally alone, I paused and considered everything that had happened to me over the past eighteen years, wondering how I had managed to function in this manner for so long. I hoped there wouldn't be any more surprises because the day seemed to last forever. I wasn't sure how much longer I could endure. I squatted behind a tree and relieved myself while humming low in my throat because I had to pee immediately.

I was returning to the compound and attempting to open the Bayous door when a large hand suddenly came down on my shoulder. I was spun around and pushed back into the door by a warm, human-warm hand.

I argued and pushed, Lord Cleric, but he resisted.

Despite the fact that I was stronger than him, I allowed him to pin me to the door as the Lady Cleric from earlier that day emerged from the shadows. Although my thoughts were racing, I lowered my head in respect. This was a bad idea. It was the middle of the night, I wasn't sound asleep in my bed like the other Disciples, and I appeared to have traveled the length and breadth of hell.

The Lady Cleric greeted the disciple in a nasal drawl, "Hai, Disciple.".

Her eyes tipped upward, and she had a light accent. She was a tiny creature, her tiny hands and feet hidden by bulky black boots and mittens. Her mousey brown hair fell straight over her brows in a fringe, was sharply parted down the middle, and had blunt ends. She merely had a mean appearance and wasn't particularly pretty or ugly either.

Greetings, Lady Cleric, I said.

Since I didn't know her name, I just addressed her with the honorific while trying to appear meek. I rummaged around in my head trying to figure out my story.

It was improper to treat me in this manner.

That informed me of two things. One, they believed I was the young woman in the forest that morning. Two, they probably received advice to go on a hike from the Priests after having already tried the designated route. Oh my God. Either that, or they were carrying out orders from the Sect to handle me discretely.

And I had served myself up to them.

Tu observed, "Seems like you're doing some serious thinking there.". Why are you so tense, Rae?

When I turned to face my teacher, I was unable to conceal the glint of hatred in my eyes. The strain on my shoulder subsided as he stumbled. I slid away from it and straightened myself up. A chill ran up my exposed spine as I felt the wind blow past. I lifted my chin and peered between them, trying to think of a way to explain my ripped top.

I'm tired from my run and would like to get some sleep, is there anything I can do to help?

The two of them exchanged glances. The Lady Cleric looked me up and down, "Do you run in the middle of the night often?".

You seem disheveled.

I made fists with my hands behind my back.

Indeed, Lady Cleric.

I enjoy going for evening runs.

It's calming to me.

Tu asked quietly, "Do you run in the morning?".

I gave a nod.

Sure.

I frequently get let out before dawn by the security guard.

I returned after going around the Temple grounds.

Head cocked, the Lady Cleric. It seems innocent enough.

I gave a tight smile.

You know how tranquil it can be, Cleric, if you run.

Yes.

It also calms me down.

Demon killing can be tense.

They had their suspicions confirmed when I winced just a little. The idea of killing demons did not make ordinary people cringe. It was regarded as advantageous.

Your morning runs are well known to us, Rae. However, that is not the reason we are here. Although it wasn't the reason we were here, it is what brought us to you.

Before I could speak, I repeatedly swallowed. I'm not sure if I understand you. lead you to me?

Are you aware that the gate has an in-and-out list?

I briefly closed my eyes before I answered, realizing my error. True, Lord Cleric.

You left as usual this morning, but you didn't enter the gate once more. He indicated that the black iron gates were hidden behind him. Sure enough, you attended my class and asked a few intriguing questions. You had the busiest appearance in the class when we returned. You then skipped every afternoon class. most alarming.

The handle of Bayous' door was encircled by the curled arm of my reaching hand.

I humbly said, "I understand, Lord Cleric.". To discuss my punishment, I'll visit your classroom early the following day.

The Lady Clerics's face was contorted. Disciple Wilder, no. We're bringing you along. Now.

I threw open the door with a jerk and burst through it. I was ascending the stairs two at a time when a hand grabbed my ankle, causing me to fall. I hit my head on the stair in front of me and my calf nearly dragged me back down. I caught one while fumbling to grab the railing that was being rushed by. I made a half-turn and kicked the Lady Cleric in the side of the head with my other leg. I was released by her and climbed the stairs on all fours. I heard her following me up the second flight and took my key out of my back jean pocket. As my hand struggled to fit my key into the lock, I overheard her ascending the second flight of stairs while cursing the gods. My hand started to shake. I turned to face the Lady Cleric as the door slid in and clicked, then slammed it shut. My cheekbones started to hurt as well as the bridge of my nose. I flew back and landed with a solid thud on my back. After entering, the Lady Cleric kicked the door shut. While dressed as a human, I was blind to the darkness but could hear her raspy breathing.

I rubbed my gushing nose. Why wasn't it healing?

She spit out, "Demon bitch.". You are a demon, is that not what you are?

By using my tracking, you were able to avoid the dogs.

I sobbed and stumbled backward, "It's not what you think.".

Tu wasn't sure it was you, but I knew it was. He made an effort to persuade me it was merely a coincidence. They could never include one of his priceless students. I shook even more due to the venom in her voice. I read your file, and I detest you. Since you were a young child, you have been hiding among us. making that old Priest believe you were a ward that had been forgotten about.

It wasn't like that, though. Imagining the Priest who had discovered me outside of his door made my heart ache. Anything that could harm him, I would never do. When he saw how I had managed to survive at the orphanage, he was the one who suggested I enroll at Temple. Again, I shook my head. Not in that way.

Fear gripped me. Had I been this terrified when I first met Breandan or when-I swear, my heart stopped then kicked twice before a cold sweat started to form on my palms. Since it would then be real, I couldn't even think of his name. There was no turning back from the horrifying reality of what was about to occur. I limped up and leaned against the wall.

Tomas, I said quietly.

Before I noticed his silhouette slinking forward, I felt him shift next to me. The words to tell him to back off died on my lips as I contemplated what she would do to me before I heard his snarl and held my palms up and out. Would she have killed me or brought me before the Priests for judgment?

I was pleased.

He moved stealthily around her as I watched, exposing his fangs.

She continued to move closer to me while enraged and unaware that she was about to die. In order to quiet her scream, he grabbed her head and placed his hand over her mouth. He yanked her shoulder down and wrapped his fingers around her cloak, ripping it off to reveal her flesh. I saw her eyes widen in horror as his head hung suspended against the soft ivory of her neck. As Tomas twitched and bit down, they instantly began to glisten. The wall and my face were both splattered with blood. I was powerless to turn my head. It was violent, grizzly, and loud. The Lady Cleric's boots thudded on the hardwood floor, and the air was thick with the salty aroma of her blood. Only I could hear the senseless keen of her dying cry, one single sustained note. The duration was brief. It went on forever. Tomas let her lifeless body fall to the ground with a hollow thud after finishing.

I quickly realized the extreme danger I was in. I slowly began to creep along the wall, trying to minimize my size. Tomas took a position in the center of the space, enjoying his victory. He'll benefit, but I'll suffer. I made it all the way to the door before the shadows encircled me.

Tomas grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward just as I was about to scream. I pushed myself back into the door while pulling against him. I kept still as his tongue, which was smoother than a typical tongue, brushed across my skin. He groaned and licked the blood off my nose that I had just wiped away. His brown eyes liquefied as he loomed over me.

You smell like the sun, he said ominously.

My pulse was briefly touched by his fingers before his eyes instantly went black. I cried out in pain as he repositioned my wrist.

You must let me go, I said while tightly controlling my natural inclinations.

It was difficult for me to think as fear weighed heavily on my mind. made it challenging to remember he was only there to talk to me and not harm me. I had left this demon, this vampire, who was currently hankering after my blood, alone and alone for the better part of the night. A Cleric's life had just been sucked from him, but it didn't seem to be enough. She used to be very little. I could kill him if I attacked because he would act on his animal instinct.

His chest began to rise and fall quickly as his fangs continued to drip with my blood.

I didn't snatch my hand away; it would only excite Tomas rather than calm him; are you going to bite me, Tomas. I put my trust in you because you said you wouldn't bite. I believe you.

He spoke slowly and said, "I am what I am.

When I brought my wrist back to his mouth, his fangs brushed over a vein and the lush tearing of my skin broke the tense silence. Between a growl and a pained keen, he made a noise.

Avoid doing this. I couldn't help it; I pulled on my hand. His gaze grew warm. If you don't let go-.

His voice was dark and eager, asking, "What will you do?". He moved my sleeve up my arm so that more of my skin was visible. You must taste good to me. I have ever since I first inhaled your scent.

Heaving a sigh of relief, he opened his mouth wide and began to bite.

My skin split as his fangs dug into me as I squeezed my eyes shut. Gods, it hurt so bad. As he sucked, his icy lips touched my skin and made it burn. Later, it evolved. The burning slowly began to come over me in tingly, pleasurable pulses. I groaned as my eyes briefly opened. Invading hidden spaces where they had no business, lust surged through me. Thick blood poured out of his mouth and down my hand before he licked it up. My knees buckled under a wave of exhaustion.

All I had left to defend myself with, I yelled, "Tomas!" and reached out to the source of energy that was now under my control. As I called his name, I pushed strength into my voice, which boomed. The sound echoed through me and shook the walls because it was so loud.

He gasped, his head flying back and his dark hair streaming across his face. He also grabbed his head with one hand. He spun, tossing me across the room while dragging me along with him like a rag doll. I briefly felt as though I could fly before my body landed on the ground. I could have used my wings to softly land on the ground if I had been a cunning girl and dropped my glamor. I was too damaged to do anything but cry. I rolled after I hit the ground and hit the base of the wall. Thank goodness for a small room. Tomas stumbled back and collided with the opposite wall. With shaking and rambling to himself, he knelt down.

Tomas, I said again, this time more quietly.

I need to know he's okay. If not, I have to run. I didn't want to fight him, so I ran. He's at the door, but I have magic now and I know how to use it. Not great, I could create a fireball big enough to wipe us both out, but it's better than being vacuumed.

Wait, he said hoarsely. His eyes returned to consciousness and he fell to his knees. He extended his hand to me, palm up, it vibrated. I'm in control now. wait. I nodded and leaned against the wall. The smell of Thomas' vampires and the salty taste of blood filled my nostrils. Sweat drips down my forehead as I focus on controlling my breathing and allowing my body to recover. Oh gods, thank you. My nose is already feeling better, as is the rest of my body. My shoulder and left side took the brunt of the impact as Thomas threw me to the ground. I felt a rib or two split. I was depressed but surprisingly calm at the same time. Anna said vampires would bite me and she was right, of course they were. Thomas is a vampire, but I stand by myself and take care of myself. Yes, I was thrown across the room for a delicious after dinner drink, but still.

After a few beats he got up and walked across the room. He stopped a few steps away from me.

I am hungry. You should arrive here at sunset. I can't leave without talking to you. I have no choice. I look at him, fear turning to anger. During the day, all the fairies came back to look for me. What should I do? I tried. We have a meeting. You broke it. If I come back here before they show me what they need, they will find you and kill you, I say harshly. I can't stop them. stop them? There was a hint of surprise in his tone. His dark eyes narrowed.

I met his eyes. As you said, we have a deal. I promise to hear you and I promise to be in a safe dark place. I saved your life and you paid me back with disrespect.

I abide by the agreement. am i here sorry to be late but it's inevitable you know the same. I saved your life too, you ungrateful fool. How long can you survive against a fairy or two in the sun? He is very excited. I could see it from the stillness of his face and body. The throbbing darkness around him thickened, I could almost hear it humming. It unfolded like a curled thread, floated forward and landed on top of me. This time it is no longer a slavery of fear, but a gentle welcome. We were silent for a long time, comforted by each other's presence. very strange. Now the darkness embraced me as if I could see Thomas. He is no longer a scary vampire boy, but a boy who is more than human. The balance between us has shifted, plunged into the unknown. I rolled my injured arm to my side, already burning and healing, and pulled the sleeve down over my wrist. Thomas helped me get up and arrange my clothes. I wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, it made me sick to watch and if I saw him lick the blood I might try to run away again. His skin was cold and smooth.

Briandan would never know and I left.

Who is this Brendan? he asked curiously, then froze. His voice was low and angry, but still hurt me from the inside. He came closer and sniffed my hair. Then he lowered his head and slid his mouth down the side of my neck, lips cold and smooth. He's a fairy tale, I feel you.

Hell is killing you. I checked my forearm. It has healed and I run my fingers over the two crescents that are now permanently scarred on my skin. Luckily I'm wearing a hoodie with sleeves that are like a second skin.

I had no intention of talking to this fairy. He'll never know, but if we ever meet, this will be the first thing I say.

What is the first? there is nothing there. We will fight and of course one of us will die. He made it sound like it was a very simple, ordinary thing. Now we talk, the night is calling me. I waited quietly like a good girl, but he stopped. Instead, he hesitated. ray-

Our eyes met and darkness enveloped me. There is no more space between us, nothing can stop us from coming together. He reached out, grabbed my hips and pulled me into his arms. His lips pushed my head back as my body pressed against him, his other hand tangled in my hair. The breath on his body has an inexplicable attraction. He still smells like a vampire, but it's no longer repulsive. He smelled like Thomas, a mixture of minerals and wet grass. His face is no longer dark and ugly, but mysterious and full of personality. His skin was cold to the touch. He teased mine with his lips as my teeth closed around his lower lip. He growled and I responded with equal violence. I tiptoed to his mouth and pressed myself on top of him. He slid his hands under my thighs, picked me up and pushed me against the wall. Just as I sought his mouth again, my charm was gone and my wings spread and curled. His cold tongue slipped between my lips and caressed mine. Then his fangs came out and cut his lower lip. He took a sharp step back, but the wound healed almost immediately.

I licked my lips with my tongue and giggled. I'm not as vulnerable as I think I am. I said. He laughed darkly. Realizing that I was curious instead of afraid, I licked his sharp fangs. He moaned. Is it me? The wild and demanding girl wrapped her legs around the vampire boy's waist, buried my hands in his shoulders and pulled him closer.

The kiss deepened and I held him tight, running one hand through his hair while the other caressed his neck. Thomas pushed forward, pinning me against his hard body and running his hands down my sides. My skin burns and my blood boils. He pulled away, kissed my neck and held me still. Both of our chests rose and fell. I realized he was hot and hard and his mouth was on my neck.

He swallowed loudly, then slowly deliberately kissed my pulse and moved to the side. Our eyes meet again. I think my face must have shown an expression of shock and confusion. I didn't expect that to happen. Of course, biting was bound to happen sooner or later, but a kiss that ignited every vein in my body? When will it be possible? god what did i do It is a--

Not the same, I said, swallowing.

It's not normal, Ray. Me and your ways cannot be confused. His eyes flew over my wings. He didn't look repulsed, more interested.

I didn't mean it, sorry if I upset you. He reached out and stroked the tips of my wings. I feel the caresses reach my toes. Oh, I'm breathing.

He pulled me in and whispered in my ear, I'm not mad. I'm happy because I'm blushing. I like it. Everything is fine with you too, but what should we do now? My legs are still wrapped around his waist and the wall supports my back, though both his hands and mine are free. He went to the hem of my sweater and quickly pulled it over my head.

My face feels warm. I've never been kissed like that before. Or treat it that way. Briandan was my first kiss and it was amazing. But the other feeling I get from this vampire is oh, it's not as good as his hands now. That feeling – – I inhaled and my eyes fell on the priest. All the color drained from my face and my eyes returned to his. OK GOOD? He finishes me and raises an eyebrow. He raised his head to kiss my neck and I couldn't resist arching my body and thrusting into him.

A gust of wind rushed out as there was a knock on the door. Slivers of wood flew like daggers and dug into the walls all around us. Buridan burst into the room and tackled Thomas, knocking me aside at the same time. They hit the wall and disappeared from my sight.

I curled up into a little ball and reality was suspended. It was hard for me to breathe properly, my chest still felt too tight from the emotions that came over me when Thomas hugged me. I waited, but the hole in the wall remained so I could see the night sky. I feel overwhelmed, but it helps me focus. All of this allows me to get out of myself and take control. The roaring, roaring sound grew louder. I rolled over, lunged forward, and carefully rested my head against what appeared to be a solid wall. Thomas and Briandan rolled on the grass like two fools, but two fools with dangerous weapons. Buridan sat down in Thomas and held a piece of wood. The sinews in his arms and neck were straining, and the lethal point of the wood was only a distance away from piercing Thomas' chest. My vampire boy is on red alert. His fangs were fully bared and his eyes were dark and menacing.

Nostrils open.

He growled and bit down hard on Briandan's neck. I grabbed the shirt off the floor and threw it through. When I landed, I sprained my already injured ankle and fell like a rock. Why are you not healed yet?

My feelings were completely exposed and the wildness seeped into me from my Briandan nature. It rubbed me the wrong way and I found myself unable to stop fighting against more carnal urges. It told me about the threat of a vampire approaching and attacking. My hatred and desire for Thomas collided and made a knot in my stomach.

Calm down, I said through clenched teeth and jumped to my feet. Brandon, look at me.

He wasn't looking, but his ears twitched and I knew he was listening. First I'll try to talk him out of trying to drive his vampire, then I'll tear him apart.

I hear voices around the corner. The sound of them breaking through the brick wall was loud and chaotic. We have awakened the building and it is only a matter of time before chaos replaces ruthless order. There was a hole punched in one side of the third floor that led to my room. I can't hide it at all. Demon marks were engraved all over his body. Pastors have to put it all together and that's all for me. The priest comes to us. In fact, Reverend Lord Tu was probably up there with the body of his dead partner. He wants to know that it is me in the forest. Somehow he will know that I have sent the demons over the wall and into the temple. It all faded from my mind as I looked up into the hole and glared at Briedan as he was still on Thomas like white on rice.

He turned to look at me with a wary expression on his face. Damn, that's the way it should be. I am very angry. I should know, he told me. I can smell him in you, but I think I'm wrong. If it's easy to tell who I'm with after a lingering scent, I need to start showering more. His eyes scanned the room as he heard those voices as well, then turned to Thomas. You're mine, not a snack of dead things, he hissed.

He didn't see the kiss. He thought Thomas was going to bite me. I don't know if I should tell him that he is completely wrong or not. His correction raises some questions about why I'm pinned against the wall while the vampire boy is in my room with his fangs out.

Thomas said nothing. He looks at me. His eyes were heavy and when I looked into his eyes I whispered, I hope he lives. Briandan made a short noise impatiently and I raised my voice. Get off him. Now.

I don't know what he did to make you feel like you should help him, but you have to understand that he was…

You killed him!

I turned around with a scream of pain. Pastor Tu's face was flushed, as if he had just cried. He holds a metal rod in his hand. I thought about the tired body of the priestess and wondered how close they were. Did Thomas kill his lover? Briedan slid off Thomas and pulled him up with one hand so fast that both were a blur. Thomas and Briandan stared at each other less than a foot away. Thomas glared at You and Briandan nodded.

"We had no choice," Thomas said shortly.

He saw her.

My head went back and forth between them trying to figure out what they were talking about. How to choose?

Priest Tu rushed to Braydan.

Suddenly Thomas came to me and growled.

The black eyes and toothy face were as horrible as death, but he was not the reason why fear gripped me and made my breath howl from my lungs. Briandan lost. I couldn't understand how this could happen, but he was slow and unresponsive. Every time the rod came near him, he dodged. You lunged forward again and stabbed Briandan in the torso with the stick. Instead of hitting the stomach, the rod went forward, cut through the flesh and buried itself in Briandan's stomach. Calm. You let go of the pole and jumped back with a face full of shock.

Brendan stared blankly at the metal jutting out of him and said, oh no. Then he broke down.

Thomas growled and advanced menacingly towards the priest, who jumped up and kicked it back down the building. I crawled up to Buridan and dropped down next to him. He is unconscious. I took a deep breath and looked down, colliding with the blunt metal protruding from his stomach. There is too much blood. The body was propped up off the ground and metal shards went right into his body.

Ray, we have to go. Disoriented by intense terror, Thomas' eerie silent vampire movements made me jump.

Speak, I say. Here we go, but I have to help him first.

He has finished and I can smell the iron. He puts his hand on my shoulder but I avoid his touch.

No, I said, growling and baring my teeth at him. He snarled and fought back, which was more impressive than my performance. It blew my mind. I asked for understanding with a straight face and eyes.

I stayed because I can't, I can't do it, Thomas.

I couldn't move away, couldn't look at him - my head was jerking from side to side. We are healed, but it has to come out. I put my hand on the metal bar and the instant sting made me hiss. I take my hand back. Open your palm and the glass spins where it sizzles.

right?

A cold hand landed on my shoulder. Listen to the truth. I know you felt-

You have no idea, I yelled. Help me. Help me or get out of the way.

Holding the bar again, all strength was gone. What? I just don't understand. Is there any magic in it? The metal dug into my hand until I had no choice but to let go. Briandan's warm blood poured out of his body and spilled onto the ground, forming a pool that grew larger and larger. The water ran up to my knees and soaked my jeans. Thomas' shoulders shoved me aside. give me space His face was heavy, his fingers hovering over Briandan, nostrils flaring. His bare long fangs were wide open and he looked menacing and said he was still excited; bloodthirsty, but the eyes had turned dark brown. When he hit the wall, he had a nasty gash on his forehead that had now healed, leaving only a streak of blood on his pale skin. He needs healing. heal him.

I do not know what to do. I put my hand on Briandan's arm to feel connected. His skin was cold. I squeezed hard, but there was no response to comfort. How could he do this and leave me when I need him? I do not know what to do. I was too self-centered and lost in my own problems to ask what I should do if that happened. What would I do without him? There was fire in my belly. He has unleashed all the power in me, now he is going to leave me?

You're not dying, I said furiously, not knowing why I reached the source when I said those words, I just did. It flowed into me like lava and engulfed my heart. A searing pain shot from Briandan down my arm into my stomach. My knees were wobbly, magic was coursing through my body and my head was flying. Out of nowhere, I turned it on in my body. One hand gripped my stomach, the other Briandan's; I never let him go.

Are you hurt? Thomas looked over my body.

We have to get out of here. If you insist on saving this worthless immortal's life, then I have no choice but to carry him behind me.

I gritted my teeth and thought. Briandan would not be happy about that. But where are we going? I have nowhere else to go. This is my home and I have no family or friends except Alex who lives here. We don't have to go anywhere in particular. Just go to the forest. You fairies are the strongest out there.

He didn't add anything else to that tentative plan, which made me say, so what? That you learn to call your kind or they find us before he dies. He picked up Briandan and threw him over his shoulder. Follow me, don't be left behind.

He ran and I followed and tried to keep up. I was tired and started to slow down within minutes. Thomas struggled with his stride all night. Even though I was too far behind, it was easy to find him. Metal bars jutted up like masts on Briandan's frail body. The hood of my now torn sweatshirt was supposed to keep the cold out, but when Thomas jumped over the temple wall, it flew off my head and I followed suit. It didn't occur to me how unlikely that was, so I just did it, pushed back and flew through. The landing was loud with lots of grunting and hissing. We reached the edge of the area and he stopped before the swishing line of the red wall. We need a way out, he said, looking at me.

I gasped. I bent down and put my hands on my knees. I can't, I'm crying. I am so tired.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. Now he is angry. It's your choice, I'm hungry, I brought you this fairy. He shook me roughly and then let me go.

I gritted my teeth and concentrated. My mouth is dry with excitement as I reach for the source. It overwhelmed me, but I wasn't strong enough to control the energy that I craved to be free. I feel Something in me gave, the thread broke. I lost focus. The fence hissed open, but the force blew out and ripped through a tree a few feet from me. There was a loud bang and a groan. It fell forward and I was so shocked I could only stare at it.

When the tree fell to the ground, Thomas grabbed my hand again and pulled me through the hole in the wall. When the branches touched the live wires, they hissed and threw sparks. A horn began to sound in the distance. Thomas grabbed my arms and pulled me behind him, supporting all my weight when my legs failed. When I recovered enough to continue on my own, I pulled out of his grasp and he started running again. Soon we are wandering through an abandoned city. Every street corner made me anxious, wary of every shadow and noise. I've never been to a city outside the Great Wall in my life, and looking at the abandoned buildings, I can't believe that people once lived in such magnificent buildings. The scene I will always remember was so great; I craned my neck to look behind me as we passed. It is a huge bell tower attached to a tall building. The panes of glass had long been broken, but I imagined them intact and shining in the sun. I have heard stories about it, a place by the river where the rulers of the county used to meet. A large bell will ring every hour to remind people of the time. After a while it fades into the background and I turn my attention back to my surroundings. The streets look like a nightmare. Bloodstains, blackened with age, were smeared on the pavements and collected where corpses had once lain. Doors were hanging off their hinges, windows were broken, and jagged shards of glass littered the road. As we passed, packs of bloated rats scurried away, their black eyes reflecting the faint moonlight. Burned out cars were either rusted, overturned or left on the side of the road with their doors open. Trees grew out of buildings and knee-high blades of grass dug into our shins. Piles of rubble and rubble blocking the path are easy to jump over and climb over. There were no bodies, just broken bricks, hollowed out rocks and twisted metal.

Is it this one? Is this the hell we die in? I thought of Ana's prediction and shook my head in annoyance. No, not this one. The orchard is a wonderland, not an abandoned human city. The situation was so crazy that all I could think about was what would happen next? If only I had come back sooner. Thomas won't be as hungry, and maybe Briedan will stop before trying to bet on him. I pushed the hair out of my eyes, looked at the dust flowing past my fingers, and sneezed. I underestimated the priest, a mistake I will not make again.

We passed the town and Thomas stopped. I thank the gods because my legs are shaking from exhaustion.

Ray, Thomas said. You will hear my voice now.

I look at him. Do I really have to tell you that now is not the time?

Thomas put Briandan down pretty gently, all things considered. By the time you call the fairy, it may be too late.

I'm angry.

Why?

They can kill me before you stop them. I must do my best to get you to agree.

I hit my head. It won't be good. You never said I had to accept anything. This is a choice you must make.

Time is of the essence here, but he is right. I have promised to listen to him to the end, and it would be unwise to call the warring fairy prematurely. I exhale through my nose and look into his eyes. What exactly do you want from me?

I'm dying, he said