Chapter Eight – I'll Catch You

Hey guys!

Sorry that I was so grumpy last time, I was really tired and the clocks had been changed in England, leading me to have lay-ins but later nights! Ugh, still, I just get TOO grumpy when I'm tired. As Christmas is coming up, there will be more time to write but, it is CHRISTMAS let me remind you so I may miss a few updates. Also sorry for being late with this update, end of school means TOO MUCH WORK and A VERY TIRED POTATO. And 'cos I'm lazy, (And extremely hungry) this will only be a flashback. I'm still kinda grumpy. One of my friends thought it was smart to text me in the middle of the night, and let's just say they are dealing with the repercussions.

Also - I know I'm getting way off topic - but I was wondering: What is so special about a British accent? I mean, being British myself, I can tell you that there is no such thing as a British accent. How can you merge a Welsh, Scottish and English accent? So when you say British, you mean English. In all these books and fanfics I read, the 'cute' guy is described as having a 'cute' British accent. What do you mean by cute? Usually cute means something small, SO ARE YOU CALLING ME SMALL? But what is the deal? Seriously? I have no idea.

I said British and accent too many times.

On with the flashback 'cos I'm too lazy to save my life . . .


The Royal Grounds – The Forest

Ever's POV

7 years ago . . . (Lazy people they are ten)


Slender slips of wind ran through my hair, creating a trail behind me. Adrenaline raced around in my blood, silencing my ears to everything except the hammering of my heart. I couldn't hear the shouts, the pleads for me to come back. All I knew was that I was finally free. Free.

1. free1

[friː]

ADJECTIVE

to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another

2. not or no longer confined or imprisoned:

3. not subject to engagements or obligations

4. not subject to or affected by (something undesirable)

This is my definition: To have the ability to do, feel and think as you wish, with no one to tell you differently. To be like a bird who just learnt to fly, and can leave the world they grew up in to explore the world they were previously oblivious to, alone. To have the ability to make your own decisions.

I liked being free. It meant I could be myself without anyone judging. The trees and bushes of the woods sped past me in a blurry haze. I had my focus on one thing; my destination. I was getting closer and closer to the cliff edge, ready to take flight. I would become the bird leaving the safe nest to explore the world.

Five yards.

Four.

Three.

I braced myself for the jump, tensing my muscles and squeezing my eyes shut.

Two.

One. I took a deep breath and pushed as far as I can, leaping into the air and waiting for my wings to sprout from my back. They still hadn't come after ten years, and I was a disgrace to my family. I could feel a tingling sensation around the small of my back, and it wrapped around my stomach. This must be what it feels like to have wings! I grinned idiotically, but it faltered when I realised that I couldn't sense them. If I didn't have wings, then how am I alive? I distinctly remember quite a large drop. Unless . . .

"Oh my God! I'm still falling!" I screamed, flailing my arms about and kicking the air. That was until I heard a burst of laughter from beneath me. I slowly opened one eye – the rest of my face still scrunched up – and saw a boy around my age, smirking and looking up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Are you going to stay there with a constipated look on your face or are you going to thank me for saving your life?"

A/N: So? What did you think? I'm kidding! Not that mean . . .

I looked down and saw his hands on my waist, suspending me in the air. I screeched and slapped his hands away, but he kept a firm grip and just raised his eyebrow at me.

He was treating me like a kid! I mean, I am one, but so is he!

"Put me down right now you creep! I'll have you know that you did not save my life. I am perfectly capable of flying!"

He peered behind me, at my back, and looked back at my face. "Where are your wings, exactly?"

"I have the ability to make it so only people of my choice can see them. And before you ask, no! You are not worthy of seeing my wings." I smiled in triumph, but he just grinned back. He started shifting me further above his head, and it was too late when I caught on to his plans.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I just dropped you off here then? My arms are beginning to ache." And with that he pushed me into the air.

"No, no no no! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry, just please please don't drop me!" I squeezed my eyes shut again, waiting for the impact.

"I haven't let go of you yet," the boy said before cracking up.

"It isn't funny!" I shouted, swatting his head. "I have a huge fear of heights despite being a Pixie! It is not something to laugh about when I start having a panic attack!"

His laughter died down, but an insufferable grin stayed on his face. "I'm sorry," He managed to choke out."But I couldn't resist it. Your face was golden."

I huffed, and turned my face away from him to the forest. In all the noise that I had made, not one person had tried to help or find me. Just shows how much they care.

"Come with me, I want to show you something." he said while shifting me to his shoulder and starting in a random direction.

"Not as if I have a choice," I grumbled.


"No, that isn't fair. I ask a question, and then you do. Okay?"

"Seems fair to me," he replied.

"Okay. So-"

"Wait," He cut me off.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Who?"

"What?"

"Where?"

"Huh?"

I sighed, exasperated. "You said wait."

"Oh, right. Shouldn't we know each other's names? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love being that mysterious anonymous guy you met in the woods, but I'd prefer for you to stop calling me Doofus."

"First names only though. Don't want to blow our cover," I said with a serious tone, trying not to laugh at the pained face he gave me.

"You first,"

"Okay. Ever,"

"Teague," He replied as we shook hands.


3rd Person 'cos I don't want to be in Ever's head no longer


Both of them recognized the other. But they didn't say a word. At last, they had found someone who would treat them as another Fae being, not dirt under their shoe or a God walking in Fae form. They kept quiet, just wanting to pretend and be free a little while longer.

"Right. So," Ever continued. "Before I was so rudely interrupted," She glared at Teague, "I was saying: Why did you catch me?"

He shrugged. "Watching you run like a wild beast provided me with some most enjoyable entertainment, and after that I couldn't just watch you die." He half-lied.

She was satisfied with his answer.

"So what about you, Ever? Why did you try to fly, even though you don't have wings?"

Ever's eyes glazed over, and she looked far-off and distant. She stayed silent for a while, making Teague think that she hadn't heard the question. Just as he was about to repeat it she said: "I wanted to prove to them that although I don't have them yet, my wings will come one day. That no matter how many times they push me down, I will get back up and outshine them all."

"What is wrong to have no wings?"

"Being the daughter of one of the most powerful Pixie's in the Kingdom, I dishonour my family by not having the ability to complete the ritual - which is sacred to us Pixies - and by doing so I shame by ancestors. All because I am a late bloomer." She sighed, being brought out of her trance-like state and back down to reality.

"One time, my Nanny said to me: The flower which blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all."

Ever looked up at him in confusion, and saw him standing, offering her his hand. She accepted it and stood, still three inches shorter.

"Come," Teague said, and lead her to a tree. "Climb with me."

"W-What are you doing?" She stuttered, panicked. He looked down at her, already on the first branch.

"Teaching you to fly."

"But, I'm scared. What if I fall?"

He jumped back down, and seeing her fear he smiled softly, while doing his best to be reassuring.

"Then I'll catch you."


Wait, wait. Can we just say it together:

Awwwwww. I felt really bad about missing an update so I brought tommorrow's early, but still didn't have the time to write a part from the actual Betrothal. So, now you know how Teague and Ever met. There were five references in there, if you can get them all I will update early.

Still, what did you think? If you have any ideas or suggestions please let me know, 'cos I am loving writing these flashbacks! In the last book in the series Ever really grew on me, and I feel bad whenever (hehehe) reading these fanfics where she is the bad guy! I mean, she made her mistakes because she was in love, not because she is an evil power-hungry and ruthless villain.

Anyway, please tell me what you think. As always, I willtry and update as soon as possible.

I hope you enjoyed,

-Spud :D