Estrek Notar was not normal. Son of the king, who ruled all the faeries, was bound to get a few stares. Especially when they had beautiful grey eyes and brown hair, cut short, with hair falling into their eyes. Tall, too. But Estrek got way more than a few stares. He was stared at every minute, second, of his life because of the blue tendrils that were wrapped around every visible inch of his skin. Having the gift of the Bricthe was a rarity and usually only occurred in families with relation to Tekka Bricthe, the founder of the gift. Estrek Notar was of no relation to Tekka. He was born on the darkest moon, weeks earlier than planned. When he was brought up to the light, he did not cry. Rather he glowed with the light blue light of the Bricthe while laughing. As his mother stared at him in surprise, Estrek unfolded his dark red wings and took to the sky, still cooing and glowing. His birth became a tale, told to women, only of the ones who carried a faetrie, the children of the faeries. And Estrek was stared at, for every moment of his 17 bright moons.
Kiara Tyk was thought to be normal. She did not possess the gift of Bricthe nor were her guardian faeries only one. She had bright blue eyes, against the dark frame of her black hair, freckles sprayed over her cheeks and nose. She was of average height, and some might say excelled beauty. There was to be only two things considered different about Kiara. Those were her wings. Most of the faeries wings were considered wings like the butterfly, symmetric and beautiful. Kiara's wings were those of the bat. Still beautiful yes, but less then her peers, according to their thoughts. Something that people thought accommodated her wings, was her knack for understanding and reading peoples thoughts. The next thing about Kiara was that her mother and father were marked unknown. She was left, hanging, on two guardian faeries door. She had remained with those faeries since, unsure of who her parents were for 16 bright moons.
Kiara and Estrek barely knew the other. They had maybe one or two classes together at Faerie Academy. Estrek noticed Kiara, oh yes he did, as she was the most radiant and beautiful faerie he had ever seen, wings aside. Most of the boys in Faerie Academy though the same, Estrek had noticed, what with the way the boy faeries wings drooped in lust and affection whenever she passed. Thankfully, Estrek hadn't acquired the same reflex as his peers, rather the blue tendrils turned a dark blue whenever a faerie he thought appealing passed by, or whenever he thought of them. It seemed his parents and peers hadn't noticed his reflex yet. Kiara noticed Estrek too, as he was the son of the king and the faerie with gift of Bricthe, but also the fact he was beautiful in the way where nobody gave much thought. He wasn't gorgeous in that way of the sport faeries, as the popular ones would go for. Rather he was gorgeous in that songwriter/artist type. He was only stared at for the Bricthe and royalty. Whenever Kiara saw him, her ears fluttered, in what most think desire. But you would be wrong, as they fluttered in anger and annoyance. See, Kiara hated Estrek's father, the king as she blamed him for her parents leaving. The only words written on Kiara's blanket when she was found were 'Long. Live. The. King.' Some might say that it was patriotic. They change their point of view quickly when they notice it was written in blood. Suddenly it seemed rebelling. So, in turn of hating his father, Kiara hated Estrek. And what was worse was that she knew Estrek wasn't a bad faerie. Which made her hate him more.
Now that you've learned of our two faeries, let's commence the story…Have fun.