NOTE: For those who didn't understand he prologue first I wrote it as the two different race of ANY supernatural creature whose always pitted against each other because of who they are. But for this story, basically it's the love between the Queen of the Hidden Court and the mortal she fell for. You have to read to find out whose these two are.
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"But why her?" Her voice like wicked wind chimes. Wind whistled around the elegant woman, her hair and bellowing in the window with a feather used as a pin to tie her pepper and salt streaked hair back.
"Because…" the other girl was no better than the one she stood beside her, a head shorter. "Rosetta, she has the power." Her hair was short, cropped just above the shoulders. Dark silk bangs draped over one eye, one eye that one was human the other not. Pitch black while the iris the only color among its shade.
Rosetta snapped open a fan, fanning herself. As she did so, tiny whirlwinds danced around her kicking up mice and other little critters. She laughed at their useless attempt to flee. The rodents danced for her and she couldn't get enough. "Must we do it now; the air here is so filthy?" With a sway of the fan, she made them ascend higher.
"Enough Rosetta."
She frowned, snapping her fan close at the command. The mice descended back upon the ground, breaking their necks. "You're no fun, Ren. You know that?"
Darkness slither around the girl called Ren, creeping up her body like vines. Translucent and thick as smoke, darkness coiled around her arm perching on her shoulder as if a snake. She turned on Rosetta, a wicked smiled splayed across her lips. "Who said anything about fun?"
Something gleamed in those dark eyes. The wind instantly died down in the vicinity, only a bitter chill remained. Rosetta only tapped her fan against her shoulder, "whatever. Just tell me what you want me to do?"
Ren didn't answer right away. She was looking far into the distance, mist emitting from her mouth and nose. "Feel that?" Wings emerged from her back, like a dark silk the darkness quickly vanish residing back inside from her body.
In reply Rosetta snapped open her fan, holding it just inches from her chest. "Let me play with them Ren, it's been so long that I've seen blood spilled." Her tongue lapped out at her fan slicing her it.
Ren rolled her eyes, "you're so weird?" Wind picked up around the two, the trees howled as branches snapped from the bark as Rosetta laughed. Twisters formed from above twisting and turning till they made contact with the ground. They were like drills driving deep into the earth, charging and circling around each other.
The Winter Fae did not know what hit them.
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With each step she took, ice followed her. The ground at her feet froze trees nearby glistened with frost. She tapped the staff once on the ground, the ice tundra vanished. She sighed; this was not her season but summer's. She knew well enough not to tempt the summer king. A coy smile graced upon her lips, how intriguing that would be?
But that's not why she was here. A deep frown sat upon her ashen, cold face. With snow powder clutching to her fingers, she knelt on the ground, her gown shimmering and reflecting in the sunlight, sharp icicles hung from her sash. A feather slid between her fingers, it was smooth as silk. The feather immediately turned into frozen object, the Winter Queen dropped it. She let the ice clatter to the ground.
"Donia?"
Evan was the only Rowan able to call her by name; others called her by either Queen or Winter Girl nothing more. He was troubled, because his queen was troubled. Not far from her frozen feet, tendrils of ice wrapped around her toes and sunk into her veins, were bodies of her faerie. Horrible cuts marred their bodies, as if someone slashed a knife repeatedly through their bodies.
Her first thought was the High Court. Only once has witness the terrify war faerie Bannnach. Her feather hair and beak-like face sent worse chills through her spine than Beira. The illusion this woman could create and the chaos were most frightening. However, the damage didn't add up. A tornado could have swept through here, for all she knew. Several trees fell uprooted as well. And she only knew of one person who could control such storms.
"Tend to the fallen," her words hushed like a gentle snow fall. With mist floating form her sparkling skin she set after the Summer King for answers. No matter how strongly she opposed it.
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She ran his hand up and under his shirt, her fingers grazing the naval piercing. Kissing Seth was far better than anything that Keenan could offer. And with this new, Faerie Seth everything just seemed to flow. She could taste the endless space and time in Seth. A star erupted into his dark eyes, a super nova perhaps and a new star was born in its place.
Aislinn found herself tumbling in that abyss, and didn't mind getting lost. She dove for his hungry lips again, his hand easing under her shirt. Aislinn put a restraining hand on his wrists, it burned somewhat but not to the point where it pained him. "Slow," she murmured her voice filled with sweet honey and gentle, swaying waves. Seth nodded, removing his hand from her shirt and placed it on her hip.
They pulled away for a second gasping. Seth tucked his lover underneath his chin, clutching her tight while he ran his hand through her hair. He never wanted to let her go. "How did he take it?" She didn't pretend she didn't know what he meant. In fact, she was still mad about the whole situation. Why would Keenan lie to her? Couldn't he tell her from the beginning where her Seth was? He knew dammit, she couldn't stand the sight of Keenan any longer after she heard the truth from Seth.
However, he knew why he did it. For his court, and maybe in some twisted Faerie way for himself. He wanted her for himself; strengthen his court no matter the cost. Even it meant her suffering; she still couldn't believe it even though she knew should.
"Not well." Her eyes never wavered from his sparkling skin, he was so different now. Different from the glowing Summer fae, different from the shimmering Winter fae, and nothing like the shadowing's of the Dark fae.
Seth rubbed his jaw a toped her head, "figures as much, and you?" He raised a crooked eyebrow at her. He pulled her away at an arm's length, not far though.
"I'm furious." And it was true, she was furious. He could see the thunder clouds rumble and crackled in her eyes. "How could he Seth?"
He embraced her once more, "he is a Faerie." Like that answer everything and in way it did. Faeries were cunning and clever using loop holes through promises and request to manipulate a poor soul.
"Question is?" Again, he pulled away but not too far tilting her chin up. In his eyes was a burning sun, ready to thrust a solar flare through space destroying every planet. His breath tasted like the Milky Way, sour and stale. "Do you forgive him?"
"No."
Seth smiled and kissed her nose.
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The Summer King never felt more distraught in his Faerie life. What he's done now was unforgiveable, he knew that. He saw it in his Queen's eyes. How was he supposed to work with his Queen when she resented him?
He sighed, somewhere in the forest a flower wilted away. He was in the orchids, a secret place for him and Donia only. Again, he sighed. An apple dropped fell from the tree, when he went to retrieve it frost crept over the red fruit. Keenan froze his hands inches from the apple.
He whirled, his breath stilled. Donia never looked more beautiful and frightening at the same time. Another woman in which he angered, his glows shimmer then went out all together.
"Winter Queen." He bowed on knee.
Donia still hated him, no disliked him. He couldn't truly hate him, but they could never go back to what they were. "Enough with the formality," her breath was bitter as the winters chill.
Keenan stood waiting for the monarch to speak. Instead, Donia looked up at the orchid. She ran one hand upon the bark, frost began to emit from her hands, clouding over the wood like a plaque. She withdrew her hand, sighing longingly.
"Remember them," Keenan gently placed his hand where Donia damaged the tree. Slowly, the tree began to heal, "remember when we would pick them and-."
"Let's not talk about history." A chair materialized underneath her made from ice, it was melting before she sat on it. She crossed her ankles watching Keenan settle upon the dew grass. He looked so young when he did that, the sun rays bouncing of his metallic hair. He's so beautiful, I' am...not.
I' am cold, bitter.
"Are you angered, Summer King?"
Keenan only blinked at the Winter Queen, "did something anger you?" The Queen asked again.
"Like what?" Now he was angry, dangerous. Severe thunderstorms danced into his eyes, his glow intensified. "The loss of my Summer Queen or my Winter Girl…or how about the fall of my court?"
"Your court is not falling, Keenan." Her words were gentle like the dripping of water.
The King's eyes soften his thunderstorms turning into a gentle drizzle.
"I've found several of my Fae dead?"
The Summer King was focused once more his storms building. Donia continued, "several trees were uprooted, branches torn from trees surely no one but you is capable of such power?"
"It was not I."
Donia narrowed her eyes; Faeries did not lie so she knew he was telling a truth. "Then, explain to me how is that there are dead."
The storms crackled and opened again, "Do you thing I wish to start war, Don. With a court as weak as mine?." It was getting difficult for the Summer King to admit his weaknesses to another monarch.
"No, not a war. An act out of anger," her voice got deep, as deep and cold as the Arctic Ocean. "revenge."
Keenan eyes shimmer, gale force winds danced in his eyes. He was trying very hard not to unleash a tempest, "I did not."
The Winter Queen only nodded, once she stood the chair beneath her smashed into the ground. A puddle at her feet, "then, I take my leave."
"Wait." She never heard the Summer King beg before. "Maybe together," it was amusing watching the Summer King struggle to compose himself, "we could find your killer." It wasn't a question, a command but he didn't command her, not anymore
Donia only narrowed her eyes at the Summer King and the boy she once fell in love with. "My court can handle itself." It was like an icicle through his heart, a little below the belt. She didn't believe the Summer King to be resourceful enough to help her. Not in its state.
So be it she would seek elsewhere. She faded as if she was mist itself into a deep fog.
The Summer King watched her go till she faded away; he stared at the orchid where Donia's frost covered their initials. The only initial left was his own.
He turned away from this place, unable to bear it any longer. Whether Donia asked of it or not, he would look into the death of her Fae. He took care of the ones he loved even when they hated him.
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Please review and what do ya thing? This is my first wicked lovely fanfic, but I wanted to try it out. I love the series so much. Were my characters too OCC or any grammar mistakes?
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