Hello again...dipping a cautious toe into this story.
I'm starting slow but hopefully you guys will like it.
She stretched out her arms and wings and instantly recoiled in agony. "My wings! Where are my wings?" She touched the bloody stumps where her wings should be and screamed. 'Why? He loved me.'
She cried long into the day and the next. Until the days blurred into months and she was empty and cold. Her land became barren and devoid of warmth as she walked along the lonely paths, away from the moor and to the crumbling castle of the old fey king, the one that overlooked the valley and the castle of the human one.
The creatures of the woods ignored her out of reverence then later out of fear as her footsteps uprooted the land and what bounty remained but she paid them no heed until the raven arrived.
She saved it. Maybe to prove that there was still something of the young fairy she'd been, to prove that he had not taken it all when he butchered her.
The bird, Diaval as she named it, became her companion, the one who spoke and listened intently even though she remained silent. He was her wings and more importantly Diaval was her eyes.
The eyes that spied and confirmed the reason for the savagery she'd suffered and her pain was eclipsed only by the fearsome display of power the land saw that night.
Though she was sure Diaval was the only witness to her sorrow, she knew without a doubt that Stefan felt it. He must have felt the ground shake beneath his boots, for despite how far they had drifted, he had become a part of her the night they had lain together.
She enclosed her home with thorns barring him from ever touching any part of her again and it would remain that way until he came back to the moors and she could end him or she went to him and he ended her.