Ever Fire (12 page)

“Thank you! Now, care to tell me what that was about? You can wield fire? How did you do that?” She waited and studied his firm expression. How could she have not known? If he was Fey, why hadn’t she realized it before? Did he know about her?

“I-I don’t know. I just found out I could manipulate fire about a year ago. I’m not sure why or how, but I can. I’ve gotten really good at it too.” Benton pressed his lips together. “I’m sorry, Shade. I just thought that they didn’t seem to be very friendly.”

She continued staring at him, waiting to see if he had a further explanation. She realized that this was probably as good of a moment as any to come clean with him about her own powers.

“I have powers too, Benton. If I had known about yours, I would’ve have told you sooner.” She watched as his eyes widened with surprise.

Ya, I need to have a good long chat with him for sure.

“What? You do? What kind of powers?” His eyes glistened with curiosity, but darkened slightly as he glanced nervously back at the three warriors.

“I’m part Faery.” Shade said. “I’m not exactly sure of all I can do, but what I do know is that I can tolerate a Teleen Faery’s blue-fiery skin without burning. I can speak to my spirit guides in dreams, and I somehow trapped one Teleen warrior who tried to kill me in his own mirror magic. I can wield water, control it, and make it do what I want to. Not sure
how
I do it, but it’s all because I am part Faery.” She paused and wondered if they could possibly be full siblings. If they were, Ilarial’s story didn’t jibe somehow.

“Wow, Shade. I thought I was the only one who was different. All I can do is manipulate fire though. It doesn’t burn me at all. Is that what they are? Teleen Faeries?” He nodded towards the others, who waited patiently a few feet away.

Shade smiled and turned towards her friends. Camulus, Soap, and Andraste had not moved from their spots, but had re-sheathed their weapons. “This is Camulus, Soap, and Andraste. They are also Fey, but Camulus is Elven-Pixie, Soap is part Teleen and part Changeling, and Andraste, um, not sure what you are Andraste, what exact Fey are you?” She smiled nervously to the husky blonde soldier. He smirked back, looking so much like his twin Draden in both looks and mannerisms. She almost thought she was looking at the commander; who was far away at the glass castle of Prince Lotinar, organizing legions of soldiers to wage war against Queen Aveta.

“I’m from the northern tribes of Drisen. Predominantly woodland and ocean dwelling Fey, and partly descended from the great Vikings of the North.” Andraste said as he winked at her and rubbed his scruffy blond-red beard. Shade did think he looked quite a bit like a Viking now that he mentioned it; big boned, strong, and Thor-like. He and his brother were not the kind of guys you would want to mess with. She remembered having to trick them at the Santiran Fountains. She had been so petrified having to lie to them while Dylan cornered them. Draden had even cut her with his sword to get her to reveal herself. Only her mysterious Changeling Blood Magic had stopped him from doing any more harm, enchanting him and causing him to give up the fight.

“Oh, ok.” Shade grinned as she returned her attention to her brother. “Well Benton, there are many different kinds of Fey that I have met in the land of Faerie. I just didn’t know that you might be one too. I would have told you sooner, but I didn’t know.” Seeing his relief made her feel much better. Somehow she knew things between them would be different between them from now on. Even so, something was bothering her.

“One of the Faerie Oracles; Ilarial, told me that my real father was a Faery Changeling, and that mom doesn’t know that I have a different father than you, Anna, and James. If that’s right, how is it that you have powers too?” Shade inquired.

“He is a Fire Wielder,” Camulus stated more than suggested. “Your mother must also have some special powers of her own. More likely a human Fire-Witch probably.” Camulus watched her with his orange-red eyes, his face serious and still.

“What, Mom? I thought she didn’t have any powers.” Shade answered. “She certainly hasn’t shown any. Are you sure Camulus?” Shade was beginning to wonder if anything about their lives had ever been true. Her face was frozen in shock, and her eyes moved slowly to look at her brother, whose disbelief danced across his own eyes back at her. For what felt like eternity, they digested the new information.

“But, why would she hide her powers from us?” Shade asked as she felt her stomach twist; wanting to know what it all meant but getting nowhere fast.

“Maybe someone placed a spell on her, a memory charm that caused her to forget. It could be in effect temporarily, or forever. She might not even know anything about her powers anymore.” Soap offered as he watched Shade with his gleaming, jeweled, green eyes. Even now, the pull they emitted made Shade force herself to avert her own eyes to the ground. If anyone could cast such a spell, Soap was the one to ask.

“But, can it be removed? Would she remember then?” Shade’s thoughts went to her mother. Such a normal and hard-working woman. How could her mother not know that she had magic swirling in her veins, and remain oblivious to it? Mom seemed almost boring and mundane compared to the likes of Evangeline, the only other Fire-Witch she had ever encountered. Vange had been fighting with Jack for some stolen artifact she had lifted from the Guildrin Court. She had disappeared just as fast as she had appeared. Her powers were so strong; they could cause a building to shake with her sonic booms. Shade wondered just how powerful Mom might be.

Shade finally blinked back to the present. Staring at Camulus, she searched for treachery, but remembered that he could not lie. Breathing in deeply she figured they could always have a long chat with her mother later. She definitely still wanted to go see her Faery Grandmother.

“Okay, well, this is just insane. We have to go now. I have to see my Grandmother, and she could probably answer so much for me.” Shade turned back again to Benton as his face contorted in confusion.

“Going? Going where?” Benton asked. “With these guys? No way. Not without me, at least.” Benton crossed his arms and stiffened as she started back towards the house for her pack. She stopped and stared at her brother. He was annoying her to the max. How would she get rid of him now?

“You can’t come, Benton.” Her voice came out stern, hoping that he would see how serious she was.

“Well, I’m coming. I don’t care what you say. Where are you going anyway? Wherever it is, I don’t think it’s smart to go by yourself. Especially with three burly-looking Faery guys! What if they mess with your mind or worse, kill you or whatever the hell they tend to do with people? No, I’m coming so get used to the idea!” He waited, staring at her with his dark eyes. He was as stubborn as brothers got.

Shade glared right back at him but finally sighed, shaking her head and letting out a frustrated grunt. “Fine, but stay out of my way and don’t wander off. Don’t touch anything either or speak to anyone but us. Faerie is full of crazy things, and some things you wouldn’t believe. Stay in the group, okay? Otherwise Camulus can drop off your butt right back here in a flash!” Shade snapped her fingers in his face and huffed away into the house leaving Benton smirking back at her, satisfied that he won. He turned back towards the warriors, sizing them up before heading back towards the house.

Chapter Twelve

“
HOLD MY HAND
, Benton.”

Shade held her palm out towards her younger brother, waiting as he made a face at it but did as she said. His eyes danced with excitement and gave away his real thoughts about the trip. He was secretly wondering if this ‘grandmother’ Shade was so eager to meet might be his grandmother too. They had never met any grandparents ever. It had always been just them with mom and dad. At least until Dad had died. Now it was just their mom left. Meeting a relative would be quite interesting.

He held his sister’s hand and Camulus’. The strange looking surfer dude glamour he wore made Benton cringe. The Elven-Pixie’s hand was unnaturally smooth and warm. Benton hoped he wouldn’t have to touch the Faery too much longer. Benton could feel a strange magic inside this unusual being tingle across their grasp. A feeling like ants crawling up his arm. He gulped and waited as the whole group gripped each other’s arms or hands. Camulus voiced a warning right before they went swirling away in a wind-whipping, stomach-churning jaunt.

Not a moment later, they stood in a completely different scene. They were near the edge of a thick redwood forest, bordering a grassy green clearing that swooped up a steep hill. Atop the hill stood a large farmhouse, standing like a queen of a throne on the edge of the hillside. Benton let his hand fall away from the Faery’s disturbing grip and rubbed it. The tingle faded as his own magic flowed over it like a seal. Definitely a feeling he did not like.

“Is that it, the house up there? Wow, it’s such a serene looking place. Why didn’t you just teleport us to the entrance? Now we have to hike up that steep slope.” Shade bit her lip to stop the usual, endless, torrents of questions that seemed to plummet out of her. She knew she could annoy anyone with her twenty questions, and tried to stop before anyone rolled their eyes at her.

“Oh Sis. Can’t shut up for second, can you? What, afraid of a little hike?” Benton smirked at her and proceeded to roll his eyes, knowing it would piss her off.

Camulus sighed, pointing up towards the hill. “I can’t get any closer. There’s a magical shield in place. It’s the same thing that keeps your grandmother confined to the area. This is her prison. We can walk in, but no magic can penetrate it, so teleporting into it is out of the question. Since it is meant for her specifically, we will be allowed to come and go as we please, but without magic to aid us across the shield.” He began to walk up the edge of the tree-lined slope, and the others followed quietly.

As they crossed the shield, Shade felt the air fill with a vibration that floated around them and swam along her skin. It felt familiar and powerful, making her feel safe as they neared the top of the slope. She wondered if it was her grandmother’s essence making her feel so serene. Since she had entered Faerie in the spring, her ability to sense magic had heightened to the point that she could feel magic emanating from all her Faerie friends, like auras bleeding onto her own. Some felt stronger than others, but they all felt unique and amazing.

At the top of the hill, they gathered together and took in the majestic view. The house had two stories with worn down, peeling, white paint on the weather beaten exterior. The shutters were no longer the baby blue they had once been. Flowing sheer curtains with dainty, faded daisies on each of them covered every window for privacy. It could have been a farmhouse from the Midwest planted in the middle of a desolate forested slope. Shade wondered how it didn’t just slip off the edge of the hill to its bitter end at the bottom of the cliff it sat on. Maybe some kind of magic was at play here. She couldn’t be more eager to find out.

The front door swung open and slammed hard against the wooden sides. A big and husky man with bulging muscles and a warrior’s get up engulfed the doorway with his bulk. He stared out with silver glinted eyes and silver-streaked white hair. His deathly, white, pale skin looked sickly compared to their human colored appearance, which they had remained glamoured with. Shade gulped and stepped back, right into Benton and Soap who stood frozen behind her.

“You are trespassing. You will die if you do not leave. Do not come any further. You will be destroyed.” His robotic voice growled over them, making them gasp. The ghostly warrior stepped forward, holding up a massive sword in his thick fist, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the five of them.

“Wait, Queen Lana, Your Majesty of the great Southern Realms. We have been looking for you, and we mean you no harm. Pardon our disturbance of your peaceful exile. “Please,” Andraste said as he waved his hand, pointing towards Shade and Benton, hoping to deter any drastic actions from the great pale warrior. “Your son’s only daughter Shade is here to see you.”

“My son has no daughters. He is dead. How dare you speak of him? You are nothing but the scum of Faerie!” A disembodied women’s voice echoed along the ghost warrior’s deep baritone. Shade could feel the air thicken around her, and grabbed Soap’s arm, letting him embrace her in his, offering her reassurance.

“Shade, speak to her. Kin will recognize kin. Your voice will tell her who you are.” Soap whispered down to her. Shade looked up at him. His handsome face and tallness did not deter the calm and warmth he radiated over her fear. Reluctantly, she knew it was the only thing she could try. She pulled away and stepped towards the ghost-like man.

“Your Majesty. I am Shade. I was told that you’re my father’s mother. Please, I just found out recently that he was my real father. I’ve come here for your help–I need your help to harness my magic.” She stepped forward as she spoke, moving closer to the ghastly pale warrior. Its sword seemed to waver as she came closer to him. She hoped he wouldn’t swipe it at her at any time.

The apparition seemed to buzz, and disappeared with a quiver of smoke. In its place, a beautiful older woman with bright, silver-white hair down past her waist stepped towards her. Intensity flowed from her eyes as she took in Shade, sizing her up and studying her like a specimen under a microscope. Shade felt the prickle of her magic poking at her as they came to stand face to face. The frown on the woman’s face seemed to take forever to melt away; her face gradually upturning into the brilliance of a smile that Shade saw in her own reflection every day.