Leap to Fly: haha Thank you for the reviews! Okay time to answer the questions. No she doesn't know she is a princess...to be honest...I don't know if I will make her one. And Trinity took it in very well because of the shock. The shock when something happens but you have to remember one thing that remains important.I'm sorry if something seems unclear, I was writing the first chapter a like 2 in the morning.
Trinity:
Numb. Cold. And dark. That is what is going inside of my head. My mother disappeared without a trace, and now someone had taken my father. Though this one left us some sort of clue. Whoever it is, wants me to rule with them. Rule what? I don't know.
Traitor tears blurred my vision of the green hearth once again. How does this person know me? I screwed my eyes shut to keep the tears from falling. My body slowly relaxed against the cool ground, and my mind wondered to somewhere far far away from this place.
My dream started out with me standing on the edge of a cliff. The wind was whipping my hair behind me. I was in a floor length Greek dress, and my necklace glimmered, and winked up at me. Every inch of me was covered in mud, and grass stains. My heart was beating harshly against my ribcage.
I was staring long ways down the cliff, it seemed as though I were waiting for something..or someone. Anxiety and fear filled my chest. My eyes flickered from the trees to the cliff edges.
"Hello, Trinity, dear." A deep voice sighed with contempment to my right. I jerked in their direction. It was a man. He had electic blue eyes, and hair. His skin was close to being transparent, but had a yellow tint to it. "I knew I would find you right here. Your power...it can be felt for miles..."
The stranger was making slow movements towards me. I could smell the ozone rolling off of him. I could feel the static crackling dangerously around him. His own power rolled off of him in large waves. He raised a hand to stroke my cheek.
"Where is my father?!" My dream self snapped, slapping his hand away from my cheek. "I came, now you must hold up your end of the bargain."
The stranger rolled his eyes while gesturing towards little metal men carrying a large bird cage. My father lay on the bottom of the cage, motionless. My first urge was to run to him, but the stranger held me in place by wrapping an arm around my waist.
"Welcome to your new home." He raised his hand to stroke my hair, but a dagger came shooting out of the woods. The man looked over with a glare and there was a flash of red hair.
A hand wrapped around my mouth, and jerked me up by my wrist. My eyes flew open, wildly glancing around like they had in the dream. Three trolls were bending over the others. They were doing the same thing as I the one behind me.
I began thrashing around and fighting against the arms. Puck and Ash did the same thing until they saw who they were.
"Trinity, stop fighting. They're trolls; they are part the Seelie Court. They're one of us." I would have laughed if it were under any other circumstance. One of us. I am certainly not one of them. I never will be.
"Lord Oberon sent us to bring you back to the Courts. You are trespassers." The troll rumbled against my back. He began dragging me through the woods. My heels dug painfully into the ground. I glanced between what was in front of me and Puck. He kept giving me apologetic looks.
Within minutes we arrived to what I assumed was the Court. Trees , fey, and animals surrounded the place. The fey's eyes watched us with curiousity as the trolls carried to the throne room. Some of them were too busy playing with other animals or what looked like humans. We were quickly approaching the throne room. My stomach tied into many knots. I hadn't even given the thought that I was about to meet an actual faery king. A very powerful king.
Two faery's waited by the doors to open them once we arrived. They were both standing still, and had pointy ears, slanted eyes. Though the one closest to me seemed familiar. Like a warm and happy distant memory. The woman's eyes widened a brief second before looking away. Desperation rose in my chest. Who was she? Why was she-?
My train of thought was ruined when the Troll dropped us to our knees. Puck immediately began to stand back up, but his troll shoved him back to his knees.
"You will bow out of respect, Goodfellow!" He growled.
"Welcome, Daughter, Puck, Ash." A smooth voice greeted. "Please rise."
I slowly stood with everyone, but kept my eyes averted.
"If I remember, you three have been exiled from the Nevernever. What makes you think you can enter this realm without punishment?" King Oberon was talking to everyone, but his eyes watched Puck.
"It was an accident, My king. Our friend, Trinity, has discovered that her father has been taken by an unknown force."
"So you brought her here?"
Puck hesitated. "I have a theory, Sir. I believe that she is a faery, or at least half of one. She didn't have the sight until something went wrong; therefore, I believe that her parent or parents blinded her like you did to Meghan."
King Oberon looked at me with intense curiousity. His eyes roamed my face, looking for any sign of me being one of them. I tried not to shift around too much.
"You have the facial structure of a faery, but it seems to me that your denial of this situation is stopping your fey side from coming out." The king paused. "Since you were loyal to me for decades, Puck, I will help you. Simia will show you to the guest chambers. We will talk strategy within the next few days."
A woman with goat legs...goat legs walked up to us, and began leading us away.
"Trinity." King Oberon called. I turned. "I hope you realize that the things you have seen and will see, can never be unseen."
Puck:
My eyes fluttered open with frustration. Here I was laying in a nice warm bed, but sleep refused to come. I glanced over where Meghan and Ash were cuddled together on a bed. Pain and jealousy twisted in my chest. Glancing farther over, I noticed Trinity missing from her bed. I lifted my head, and my eyes scanned all over the room. A small form sat shaking by the fire.
With a mind of their own, my legs carried me out of bed over to the fire. Trinity's sniffling was very quiet; it was her shoulders that gave away her sobbing. I sat down next to her. She took deep breaths to calm herself down, but nothing worked. Her body was shaking.
"Fires are supposed to keep you warm..." I whisper, half jokingly. Trinity kept her eyes on the fire. "Trinity...I know this is a lot to take in in such a little amount of time, but you need to keep up. We need you in order to find your dad."
Her eyes glistened once more. "You know," She whispered, "He promised he would never leave me. Not until it was absolutely necessary. After my mom left, he promised he would alway be around to hold my hand or help me."
Trinity scowled, her eyes becoming angry. "He broke his promise! I don't even know what to think anymore, Puck! Faeries aren't real. Little creepy monsters don't exist." She glared at me. "Go back to your damn story book!"
Trinity stormed away from me. She picked her blanket off of the bed, along with her book bag, and stalked off somewhere into the castle. I wanted to be mad at her for yelling at me, but who could be? She didn't even get a chance to process all of this information. I sighed and pushed my body off of the floor. My body made its way back to the bed. I laid there for a long passage of time thinking of what it would be like if I had been in Trinity's shoes.
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At breakfast the next morning, Trinity kept her eyes on her plate of fruits. Occasionally she would look up at me with an apologetic look on her face. Meghan attempted to make conversation, but Trinity would only nod or shrug her shoulders.
"Okay, Trinity. We think we have a way to get to your father."
Oberon led us to the Weapons Room. A table made of fine wood was already set up, and a map sat upon it. A small knife sat beside what looked like the Summer court.
"One of the satyrs believe that since your fathers blood flows through your veins we should be able to find him by dropping a few drops of blood onto this map. Your blood will travel to the spot where your father is being kept." Oberon explained, looking at Trinity.
Trinity stared at her palm then at the knife. Hesitation edged onto her features. "Are you positive it won't work?"
Oberon nodded while reaching for her hand. He situated the knife into her palm and pressed it. When he took the knife away, blood swelled in place of the knife. Trinity grimaced as she held her hand over the map. The blood dripped slowly onto the map. We waited for what seemed like hours, but was mere minutes. The small light of hope that figured in Trinity's eyes disappeared. Sadness and disappointment filled the deep brown.
"Why isn't it working?" She whisper glancing over at Oberon. Oberon's face was so cold it might as well been stone.
"I'm not sure." Oberon sighed. "You are his blood. You are his daughter; it should have worked."
Behind us, the doors burst open. Everyone turned to look at who was entering, but it was all too bright.
"It didn't work because he isn't her biological father."
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