~Faye I sit alone in the dining room, staring at the surface of my tea, which reflects back at me.Right now, I look like a mess. I’m distraught, not knowing where Time is taking my mate, and what his body may be returned to me as. I’ve been sipping at tea that is too hot, trying to think of a way halt whatever he has planned. It’s foolish of me to attempt, considering Time is an immortal more powerful than any. It’s early in the morning, and I haven’t slept at all. I can’t. Not when all this is going down. I won’t sleep until T is returned to me safely. I take another sip of the tea, ignoring the burn on my tongue. As I set it down, I hear the door to the room creak open. I glance over my shoulder, expecting a guard. Instead, I see a very impassive looking blue-haired immortal. “Fate?”He saunters over, sliding a chair out on the other side of the table to me. Immediately I notice there is no cocky smile on his face, and no taunting quirk of his eyebrow. He isn’t here to make a d
~Faye I’m almost certain my heart has faltered. I’m on my knees, covering my ears as if that simple action could abolish the last few moments. I keep my eyes closed so tight, spirals in various colours cloud my vision. Thea lays dead only a few metres in front of me. And it’s all Time’s fault. He so ruthlessly murdered her, not even thinking twice about the life that he was taking. Peaking my eyes open for a moment, I scour the area. Jasper has disappeared, and sitting in the stroller is still Zayla. She remains blissfully unaware of what just happened to her mother. “Don’t look so solemn,” Time murmurs, his tone nothing but condescending. Noticing my eyes are now open, he steps closer, leaning down. He’s reaching for my shoulder, but I push back. “I’m free now. The job is done. Soon my power will be restored.”He looks so triumphant, so satisfied with his disgusting plan. I’m appalled at how heartless one can be. “Then leave. Get out of here,” I choke through tears. I can barely
~FayeThe emotions that consumed me ranged from various parts of me. Each building up into energy in the palms of my hands. I’m so furious I want to explode. Yet at the same time I’m so overwhelmed by what happened, I want to throw up in at my feet. All these feelings slam off the walls of my mind.“Get off me,” I scream. It’s a shrill sound that echo’s off the cliff. I slam my hands against his chest, pushing him off me with all the energy within me. “Get the hell away.”He stumbles away, the heel of his feet coming close to the edge of the cliff. One more hit and he would fall. Would he die? I highly doubt it. He would surely use his newly regenerated powers to reverse time and send me tumbling down instead. And by the unamused look on his face, he had that idea in his head too.“Woah there. I nearly fell,” he says, quirking his eyebrow.“Good. You deserve to suffer. And you will suffer,” I snap at him. I hate him. I want the worst for him. He deserves to burn and feel pain for his
~FayeMy heart rate at the idea of meeting the siblings I never knew I had has spiked to unhealthy levels.“Come, don’t look nervous. They all want to meet you,” Micah tells me warmly.I’m nervous for a variety of reasons. Mainly because these people are immortals, and as much as they say I’m one too, it’s hard to relate to anyone of them. Especially since they all look so foreign and beautiful. And who knows what powers are accompanying them. They could either be the same as mine, or completely different.“I really can’t stay long though,” I tell both Sariah and Micah. I’m already anxious to be out of here as soon as possible. “I need to get back to T.”“That okay. I’m sure it won’t take too long,” Micah reassures me, despite my skepticism.I notice Sariah edging toward the end of the room, looking at me expectantly. “Exactly. Should I tell them to come in?”I’m not sure why I’m agreeing to this. I should meet them at some point though, considering they are the only family I have lef
~FayeI can’t lose T. There’s no way.All I can do is watch Asya place her hands on T’s face. She is concentrating beyond belief, and none of us here want to disrupt her. The silence, though, is deafening. T doesn’t move, and Asya doesn’t say a word. Instead, she closes her eyes, allowing her power to consume her.Almost as soon as she does that, she pulls away from him. We all watch her stand, straighten, and adjust herself.“He’s not dead,” Asya tells us. I let a deep breath out, feeling as though I could almost collapse from relief. He’s still with us. “Time didn’t want that. But he did leave him unconscious.”My legs shake from underneath me, threatening to fall out from under me. I can feel Micah grab my arm, steadying me. I would shoot him a thankful look, but I’m too busy staring at T. waiting for him to sit up and tell me he feels fine, and that Time didn’t hurt him. I want to hear it out of his mouth.“Does that mean everything is going to be okay?” I ask her. I’m desperate f
~FayePerfect.My fingers dig under the window pane, sliding it up until the cool night air drifted through. It's not snowing tonight, but the air bites at my bare arms. There's no point in dressing up if I'm going to shift anyway. So instead, I sling my leg over the ledge, looking down at the ground below. Here's hoping the grass catches my fall.Taking a deep breath, I fall until my feet touch the ground, my ankles jarring in response. No one should be out this way tonight. As far as I'm aware, the Guards are working different rounds until midnight.The night buzzes around me. No one here agrees with me when the forest that backs my residence comes to life at night.
~FayeThe note glistens in my fingertips, the paper decorated with swirling cursive text.Darling daughter,I’m positive the Goddess would like to hear you sing today.~MotherSinging to the Moon Goddess is something I have done ever since I was a young child. As ruler of our land, the Goddess makes full decisions on our futures, and to help her make positive ones for my Pack, I sing to her. She feeds off the harmonies, the
~FayeI quickly made my way back to my room to change. For whatever reason, mother hates it when I wear pants - apparently it's not formal enough.So I wear them around her out of unsung protest.She spends all her time in bed, so it's straight to her room for me. It's not her fault she's ill, and we haven't yet found a cure just yet. It gives her a good reason to push me around though, since I have no heart to protest against my sickly mother, who everyone conspires will die soon.Her Guards hardly acknowledge me as I knock on her door. That man who was supposed to bring me here did a horrible job of doing so. He left me at my room and that was that. Oh well, I'm here now.