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As I approached the camp I gave a quick wave to Ash who sent me a questioning glance but nodded back at me. Pointing to the spot where Puck had been asleep before Meghan and I left, I quirked an eyebrow. Ash just shrugged and leaned back against a log that I assume he found in the wilderness. I grinned inwardly at the former Ice-Prince's nonchalance and settled down a little farther away. Bringing my knees to my chin I stared at the fire for a while, watching the flames cast shadows over my skin.
My mother often said that I resembled a Brazilian woman she met long ago during her travels in the mortal realm. Although, most fey agree with my father when he says that I look more like my mother. Shaillen Dimitri is the reining queen of Asis, a small province just parallel to Arcadia. My father Kylan Dimitri, rules as king in content harmony over his subjects. Yes, that makes me a princess of sorts but I'd much rather explore the Nevernever and all that it has to offer. Life inside the kingdom was not bad, not by a long shot. Just terribly claustrophobic. Before this adventure I had never really been in the Nevernever much less known that it had different regions. Or other rulers for that matter.
A peach shaped face framed almond eyes the lightest shade of brown, that sat above a slightly pointed yet elegant nose, sprayed with the faintest freckles. Heart shaped lips, that were almost pouty are also mine to claim. About 5'7 I am a bit above average height with long arms and legs. I've always been on the slender side with the subtlest curves just beginning to show. My complexion is a warm caramel-color that the girls in our kingdom both admire and despise. 'You've got skin like warm silk, Elena. Take the utmost care of it.' My mother said. I shook my head. My skin isn't going to help much now though, is it? Long dark hair fell just mid-back and graceful pointed ears peek out whenever my hair is tucked back. One of the only indications that I am fey. Being as we are such close neighbors to Arcadia I like to call myself a Summer faery. I do have Summer glamour but it's not exactly honed yet.
I'm a fairly good fighter, having trained in Asis for most of my life. But as of late Meghan and Puck (when she's busy) have been helping to control my glamour. I'm way better than when I started but Puck said to refrain from using it excessively until it's under control, so I'm more hand-to-hand combat. I am pretty good with the skills that I have but I still have Ash to work with if I feel a little slow. 'Psh. You're gonna let freezer-burn teach you how to fight? Then I guess you'll enjoy being a bottomless pit of cold violent killing.' I resisted the urge to laugh while Ash threw a stick at him, muttering, 'That was before I cared that it was wrong.'
Puck. The fiery haired boy had pushed his way into my head. Leaving my mind plagued with a swirl of emotion. Sometimes he was infuriating and completely inappropriate. 10 minutes after I met him he winked at me and motioned to my bedchamber, lifting his right eyebrow, mouthing, 'Do you wanna?' In front of my father. After being told that he would be missing 3 crucial body parts, Puck grinned. 'I would tell you that I'll be a perfect gentleman around your daughter, but... I make no promises.' he then put a hand on my waist and led me out of the castle, my father's shouts of dismay lost on the wind.
And then there are the times when Puck is being sincere. Not sporting an arrogant smirk or a mocking grin, but a genuine smile. One that's unrestricted. Pearly teeth gleaming, dimples prominent, laughter evident in his eyes. And it's those beautiful smiles that melt my heart. Because at those times he is being himself. There is no doubt that he is a handsome boy. He is. He's just all the more handsome with no worries in his mind. I blinked and tore my gaze from the fire, realizing that I probably looked a little odd staring. Ash, who looked in the opposite direction, had his body swiveled to face me, hinting that my previous concern was valid. I groaned and hugged myself tighter.
'Why does it seem like every time things go the way I want, something screws it up.'I put my head down and cursed Puck. Him and his stupid beautiful personality. As soon as the thought left my mind, Meghan and a certain redhead entered our makeshift camp, smiling and making me curse my own luck. I lifted my eyes to see Meghan shove Puck, and he laughed messing up her hair. She scowled at him and gritted out a 'Good night Puck.' before taking her place at Ash's side, the prince placing a kiss on her forehead. The two made a wonderful couple. Where I wasn't jealous, I often wondered what it would be like to have someone to give your entire heart to. I sighed then curled up on the blanket I brought from home. I'd gotten a lot of grief from Puck about it, but it was one of the only things I held dear. The other being a pink and platinum-colored thumb ring of rose quartz from my mother and my father's sword, which was also platinum in color but harbored a lot of power. Every generation before my father put a bit of their glamour into the sword, and after my father learned about my journey he presented it to me, adding his and my mother's glamour for protection. Taking a deep breath, I snuggled into the blanket. Memories of home, fresh in my mind