Chapter 3

"For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient."

Matthew Chase had started to think fate had decided for him to be a magnet for unfortunate events. It was either that, or some sort of entity had a sick sense of humor. It wasn't enough that his day was already going bad enough because some idiot spilt coffee on his Violin and he had to go buy a new one, again.

No, what was the worst is the fact that when he and Auriana were exiting the school they got attacked by a fairy, winter fairy more exactly, that seemed to decide out of nowhere "Hey let's go shoot arrows at these kids! I'll skin them and hang their heads over my fireplace!" , (Nevermind. That thought process is too disgusting in its own. I just grossed out myself ).

Phantom of the opera look, cruel black eyes, evil smile. Check, check and check. Definitely evil. Oh, and there's the dog with red eyes as a bonus.

As he set his bow Matthew lunged, pushing Auriana aside as the arrow went whistling over their heads. He watched as Auriana's stormy gray eyes widened as she toppled into a tree and disappeared with no trace.

Matthew crouched on the ground, his destroyed violin's case thumping on his back as he kneeled, gaping at where his sister went "bibity-bobity-poof!". Auriana just straight up took out of a cait sith's book and did a disappearing act.

Tiny claws clutched at his shoulder as Razor materialized to view. Silver in coloring with flappy metallic ears and turquoise eyes glowing, the gremlin's expression was of one of fear as his claws dug into Matthew's shirt almost drawing blood. His voice resounded a warning before Matthew felt the hot breath of the hound on the back of his neck. Spinning, he kicked the canine sending it flying with a yelp, foam spitting. The Violin case thumped him painfully, and Matthew reached out with bruised knuckles to clutch its strap, holding the case closer to his body.

The winter fairy stood a few paces away, bow lowered and with an unreadable expression upon his fair face as he watched his dog get to its feet and stalk forward once more, growling as it prowls. The Fairy's dark hair was tied in a loose ponytail, strands of black ink falling upon his pale face. His body was thin in his aristocratic silver clothes but his stillness is what made Matthew see his deadlines.

Fear streaked into Matthews's heart, overwhelming his senses and his breath started to come out in short gasps. He clung to the asphalt, knuckles white as he gripped the case's strap painfully while Razor chattered in his ear, trying to urge him to move. Frost started to creep across the ground, moving toward his crouched figure as the hound prowled forward, teeth leering while his master stood a few paces away with an unconcerned expression.

Matthew's eyes moved to stare at the tree where his sister vanished moment ago, and just like that his fear ebbed away. Replaced by rage.

He leaned forward and met the hounds gaze head on as it pounced. Matthew rolled sideways, ignoring Razor's shriek of alarm and pushed himself of his scraped elbows toward the tree. How dared they attack him and his sister? Who did they think they are? Just because they are fairies and they have magic doesn't give them the right to terrorize us humans. Aunt Meghan proved them wrong. And so did Dad. No one pushes us around. Me an Auriana included.

Matthew turned his head a second before he vanished from his school's parking lot to see the hound's teeth centimeters from his nose and the cold appraising gaze of the winter fairy as it smiled.

As he toppled through the tree into darkness, hand still clutching his coffee-covered-violin's case, Matthew felt a sinking feeling in his stomach that he had made a terrible mistake.

Deirdre stood in the Briars, foot tapping. In her hand there was an old golden pocket watch, ticking away the seconds and minutes with synchronization with her foot tapping. She popped the balloon she made with the gum in her mouth and pondered if she'll get attacked by a giant spider before the day is over. 73% chance that that will certainly happen. The other 37% are reserved to being eaten alive by flesh eating gerbils with an obnoxious size. Although there is a 0% chance for that to happen to her. The gerbils won't be able to consume her being. Pure energy is bad for the digestion.

She leaned her weight on her other foot and resumed tapping with her Blundstone. Golden painted nail's tapping against her throat with no rhythm, landing softly next to the golden chain across her collar bone. The tiny dagger on the end of it caught the light and was reflected on her rounded dark sunglasses.

Deirdre slowly abandoned her rhythmic tapping (hand and foot) while she noticed a tang of cold frost in the air, growing stronger as the hedges around her shifted. Crossing her arms Deirdre sighed, and took a step back as Matthew Chase shot from the shrubbery, auburn hair in a disoriented bed head with curling tips, eyes wide and hands flailing as the coffee smelling violin case on his back skidded to the ground, as well as its owner, in a topple of limbs.

Snapping the lid of the ticking, glinting rusted gold pocket watch, Deirdre leaned forward; fiery hair falling in a cascade of waves across her sleeveless chiffon beige blouse.

"Tick tock goes the clock; our time is slipping away Mr. Chase. If you were late in one more second you would have been certainly dead." her lips formed an O as she blew another balloon, popping her gum.

She watched as the disoriented teen sprang to his feet at the sound of her voice, toppling to the side almost immediately from the weight of the Violin case on his back. To his shoulder clung a tiny iron fairy that hissed at her with glowing aquamarine eyes, but did not attempt to leave his master's side. Deirdre tilted her head to the side and tapped a manicured nail to her temple, " I dear hope you are alright and did not hit your head, it would be unfortunate for you, as well as I if we dally more in this accursed maze. It changes and grows, you ken?"

The teen straightened at her words, steel colored eyes staring. Matthew chase's elbows were scraped, as well as his knuckles. His jeans were covered in Mud and asphalt grime as well as twigs and thorns. His hair was a mess of straight-curly auburn hair with leaves sticking out in every direction. A picture of a young man who fell through a shrubbery, which he had done only moments prior.

"Who are you?", his voice was odd, a combination of sounds as any voice, yet different.

Deirdre raised her dark brows, "What an Original question. I would have expected you to ask 'where' you are first, not 'who' am I."

"I know where I am", he murmured, eyes dark. "There is only one place like this from Dad's stories, and it is called the Briars. The maze of hedges, thorns and monsters' that surround the Nevernever" the gremlin on his shoulder hissed as the boy shifted the weight of the case on his back. Knuckles white as he gripped the straps.

"Where is she? You are not her, although you have the same…feeling. Where is my sister?"

"Not here", Deirdre replied neatly as Matthews knuckles grew even paler, breaths coming out uneven. "But she is in the Nevernever"

His steel-blue eyes watched her blankly and Deirdre felt his energy shift and turn around him, changing color from pale blue to almost midnight black. His aura grew claws and roared toward her silently. That was the feeling of unease most people felt around him, humans and fairy's alike. The difference of the soul who bore claws and teeth. Deirdre was suddenly lucky she couldn't feel the full depth of his gaze through of sunglasses. It had been a long time since she felt such a wave of emotion in a human. Not since herself. Not since that time.

It was not fear that made his body still, but suppressed rage. Deirdre felt a thrill go through her body, and a savage smile curved upon her lips as she met Matthews gaze head on. That was a feeling she knew well. The feeling of rage coursing through your body ever second you breathe. And how every exhale of breath you release is forced through gritted teeth, to not let that rage inside your core released to the world. For the consciences will be catastrophic.

Yes, that was a feeling she knew well. Deirdre breathed in deeply and raised her sunglasses to her hairline, leaning her hand on one hip, "My name is Deirdre, and I'm going to help you find your sister."

hi guys! lamentlima here! So this is my first fanfiction that i ever wrote in english, and now that i reread it i have a few grammar mistakes ( that i will try to fix in the future ) And I mistakenly wrote it at the beginning in first person when i planned to write it in third person. Since this is my first fanfic i'm trying really hard to write it in a smooth in understanding way. But i believe i am not succeeding in that aspect. So as i write more i'l try to improve my vocabulary and try not to write in a rushed way.

I have decided to continue from this chapter in a third person narrative, for those who may have been confused. I planned to write the way from the beginning but one thing led to another so now we are here.

DISCLAIMER: Deirdre is a character from the prologue to this fanfic, which i have also written who is called "Lost in thoughts all alone" and is a critical character to the story! to read more about Deirdre read the prologue here.

ps. sorry this chapter is so short guys but i'm also working to writing my own book with my own story so my time is cut short for this fic. But i promise you! YOU WILL GET LONGER CHAPTERS NEXT

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