Sorry for all the typos in the previous chapter. Sometimes if I don't check over documents when I upload them things go a little weird.
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FAE PLANE
BRODY'S POV
He thirsted. It was at the back of his throat and burned like fire. The evil in him was twisting his vision of right and wrong. Brody had basic goodness inside him. Not many people could claim to have this. He was one of the few.
Good and evil were waging a war in hiss body. For the moment, evil had won the battle and Brody was working with Ever. But something kept calling out to him from the back of his mind. To think about what he was doing. It was going against everything he had ever been brought up to believe. It was not right.
Brody was wearing a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. A white shirt complimented his muscular frame while on his feet were black Converse. Unsurprisingly, Ever had picked the outfit.
He stepped out and smoothed his hair back. It was greased in a slick, Count Dracula way and Brody had picked it himself. It felt right somehow. Like it was his true self finally shining through.
Brody had also attained multiple piercings on his top lip, eyebrow and nose.
He stood, watching and sniffed the air. A pleasing aroma of sheep blood tickled his nostrils. As he waited for Ever, he quickly killed a sheep and drained it. He hadn't killed any humans. Yet.
Suddenly he clasped his chest as it twisted in agony. Good had suddenly won a battle but it didn't come without casualties.
Brody's mind cleared and he became conscious of all he had done for Ever. He needed to find Mina. She was trapped with Teague. And Teague had been infected in the same way as himself…
Brody needed to hurry for it was only a matter of time before the war was over. He didn't want to chance evil winning.
FAE PALACE
Maeve shut the door after Ever and leaned her back on it. That little pixie was terrifying. It was clear she was unstable. Something seemed familiar about her mannerisms and tone, though. It bore similarity to Teague…but not the old one.
When Maeve had realised this, she had begun to work undercover to find out Ever's plan.
Ever wasn't stupid and told no one the full details but as far as Maeve had been able to make out, she had stolen the Godmother's magic. And Lucian's too.
Maeve was one of the strongest Faes ever born. There was bull about her being picked because she was able to spin straw into gold. Maeve was able to do that, but the real reason that the previous Fates had picked her was because they figured it was better to have her as an ally than an enemy.
Maeve had been an orphan. Her parents were killed when she was an infant so distant relatives had brought her up. That hadn't stopped the Royals.
Lucian's magic had disappeared. No prizes for guessing who took it. Ever had wanted Maeve as an ally as well so Maeve had attained her own magic, but she had a feeling it would not be for long.
But what of the Grimm? Ever had mentioned something about killing Teague and Mina too, but Maeve was damned if she was going to let that happen. After all, it was Maeve's fault that Teague was the way she was. That Mina's life had been ruined and her family torn apart.
Why? Because Maeve had created the knife.
TEAGUE'S DUNGEONS
Mina shivered. And shivered again. She coughed. And sniffed. The world swooped. Was she going to die down here?
She became aware of a heat coming down the stairs. But it was not a pleasant one. It was the heated rage of…
Teague walked into the room. Mina cowered away from him. Teague smirked.
"I am unable to find your dear friend Ever but if you are agreeable, perhaps you will tell me where she is resting?"
Mina shook her head and immediately wished she hadn't because she felt even more nauseated now.
"I - I don't kn-kn-know."
"Don't lie to me." His eyes darkened and it was so hard to believe that they could have ever been blue. The way that the green eyes terrified her was so scary that he must have been practising a lifetime to get it right. They were luminous like a cat's.
Shadows crept forward and wound around her neck and shoulders.
"I'm n-n-not lying." She tried hard not to whimper as her shoulders wrenched backwards and the shadow around her neck tightened so that it became harder to breathe.
"I will find them. You are only hurting yourself by protecting them."
"I don't know where they a-are and if I did I w-wouldn't tell you."
She screamed as she was forced backward into the wall. Teague walked forward.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"
"I don't know where they are!"
Sighing, Teague concluded the conversation.
"Alright, another night in the dungeon."
"No…" But it was too late. Between throbs of pain, she could make out Teague's dark figure leaving the room.
MAEVE'S POV
Maeve looked in a mirror she had made when the Snow White tale had given her inspiration. She had been unable to construct a model that told the answer to every question asked, but she had been able to make one that pinpointed a person's exact location.
"Wilhelmina Grimm." A vision of her son's castle dungeons appeared onscreen. Maeve could make out Mina's figure clothed in a red dress crying softly.
Teague believed that his mother had forgotten his own birthday. But how could she have, when he was the stars to her moon? Lucian, of course, was the sun. The truth was, she had had an assassination attempt that day on her and was recovering. She had tried to explain, but he had brushed her off. It was then that he had made the castle.
Their relationship had never been good, and that was just one of the many cracks in it.
She spoke aloud again. "Prince Teague of the Fae." She saw him walking up the stairs, seemingly cursing under his breath. She reeled in shock when she noticed his green eyes.
"What could have happened?" she wondered.
But there were more pressing matters to attend to. First she envisioned herself to be in the dungeon. She must get there without Teague knowing about it, and when she was there, she had to hurry.
Mina didn't notice when Maeve materialised. Her head was bent in the vision of dejection.
"Mina," she whispered. Mina looked up sharply. Her face was pale and drawn. Her eyes had dark circles underneath them.
"Maeve?"
"Yes, it is I. We must hurry. Teague will notice something soon."
"What are you doing here?"
"Mina, listen to me. Ever had been infected. So had Brody Carmichael."
Mina gasped. "What do you mean, infected?"
"They have been poisoned with the Dark Knife."
"How can that be?"
"Ever was scratched with it the night Teague infiltrated the Godmother Guild. She stabbed Brody and when this failed to transform him, she turned him into a vampire."
"WHAT?" Mina was finding it hard to breathe.
"It's okay. But it is all my fault, and I must fix it."
"What on earth do you mean?"
"I created the knife."
Mina's cheeks flushed with anger. "You did what?"
"It's not what you think. I-"
"It's exactly what I think! That knife had ruined so many lives – mine, Teague's, my ancestors, and now? Probably everyone in the entire world's!"
"LISTEN!"
Maeve's voice had always had a distinctive royal undertone and now it shut Mina up.
"I am an orphan. My parents were killed when I was very young. For a while, I was filled with a deep and lasting hatred for their murderers. It consumed me. I was unable to fight back."
"This comes in how?"
"Ssh, I'm getting there. We must hurry. Anyway, I did not like how I felt. I was very powerful, and I managed to envision all my hatred as destructive. I pushed it outward, and it formed Erjad."
"Wha-"
"Anyway. It took away my ability to hate. It also took away some of my power. And that is why it makes you more powerful."
"But how did the Godmothers get it?"
"They stole it. They are not above breaking the law to do what they think is right."
"Can it be destroyed?"
"I tried. And tried. But I could not find any foolproof way except pure, good feeling. And I am not able to have that, for half of my essence is about to destroy the planes."
"Pure good feeling?"
"As in happiness. Or love. True love. Family or romantic, it doesn't answer. Now, we must hurry. He will notice oddities in the power flow of the castle any minute. I cannot get you out of your changes. I can only swap places with you and exchange my power…"
Mina's mouth dropped. "Exchange power? What do you mean?"
Maeve looked around anxiously. "Ssh! Teague must never know! It is a secret only powerful female Fae know of! You can steal or give away your power. I am about to give mine to you."
Maeve closed her eyes and a soft glow enveloped her. It shrank and compressed into a small orb about the size of a tennis ball. Maeve pushed it toward Mina, and with her last bit of power exchanged places. Now Maeve was in chains and Mina was the one with all the power.
"What have you done?"
"You must go! Now!"
"I can't leave you here with him!"
The heat of hate got warmer. Teague was coming back. Maeve pushed Mina and said words to summon a portal. Mina fell in. The last thing she heard was Maeve scream as Teague's wrath hurt her. And then silence.
