Chapter 3 – Iron
Safe. That is the only word that comes to my mind. Like being wrapped in the softest blanket, and drifting along on the biggest cloud. Protected like all the worldly troubles I had, just slid away like sand through an hourglass. I was drifting through an empty space, but was not at all frightened.
‘This must be the after-life’ I thought to myself. It was not at all what I expected, but truly no one knew what awaited you after your final rest. I was always taught that the after-life was just another journey, and not just the end, but lying here in the darkness makes me think maybe everyone had it wrong. If I could remember how to smile, I think one would be playing on my lips at the humor of it all. I felt paralyzed, and couldn’t move a muscle if I tried, but was so relaxed that I wasn’t sure I would want to. I couldn’t see anything, and couldn’t touch anything, but instead of fear I just felt a very calming peace.
“Aspen.” My father’s voice rang out throughout the void, deep and steady as it always had been. My heart jumped in happiness, maybe I would get to see him here, but that would mean he was dead too. The thought drenched me in sadness, but I couldn’t really remember why.
How did I end up here again? I couldn’t remember, all I knew was the calm in this very moment. I dug through what little memory I had, sifting through them like scenes in a movie. How did I die? Maybe this was the time I climbed the tree too high and fell; my father did always say that I would break my neck trying to get to the top.
“Aspen!” My father’s voice was louder now, concern lacing his words. Why would he be concerned though? I was the happiest I had ever been. How did I get here again? Bright red flashed across my mind, the color of blood. Why would there be blood?
‘I’m fine!’ I thought. Unable to speak aloud to him, but trying to let him know that I was alright. His face filled my mind, bright and intelligent green eyes that matched my own, and crinkled in the corner from smiling too often of the years. A thick beard that was always unruly and untrimmed; it always tickled my forehead when he kissed me goodnight. A shock of bright blonde and white hair that always hung in his eyes, even though he refused to cut it.
Red flashed across my vision again, and the calm feeling started to dissipate, instead my nerves began to be set on fire one by one. My father, his long blond hair, the last time I saw it had blood staining the handsome color.
“Aspen! Wake Up!” His voice was now pure terror. I could feel his helplessness shift my bones, and tug at my heart, but why did father’s hair have blood in it?
The memories hit like a thousand stones, crushing the air from my lungs. He was on the floor; he had been knocked out by the guards. He was breathing, but I needed to get to him before they killed him. The wicked foul stench of the guard’s breath flooded my nose, and I swung my limbs blindly trying to hit him away from me. Forcing myself to try and lift heavy arms against invisible bindings.
‘No! No!’ I screamed, thrashing my arms around in an attempt to get to my father. The guard had hit him, he was in danger, we were in danger. The once safe darkness was now crushing me, and holding me in place. I pulled my arms up, pain searing through my muscles as I forced them to move. I could feel my head pounding, and the air pushed from my lungs.
My senses quickly came back, as I felt the pain rip through my ribs and into my throat as I took what felt like the first breath in my life. I was laying on something hard, so hard it was making the pain worse. I tried to pull my arms to myself, but they were stuck above my head. I pulled harder, and felt a searing pain spread through my wrists like I was being burned. I whimpered, but persisted, I had to find my father.
"Aspen, stop fighting and open your eyes.” My father spoke softly. “You are being held down by pure iron, you will only hurt yourself more. Please open your eyes.” My Father pleaded, but I could hear relief peak in his voice. I opened one eye, and pain seared through my head, making me wince and close it again. My breath caught, and I cried softly out loud. “Carefully sweetheart, you got knocked around pretty good.” My Father slowly ran his fingers through the hair on the top of my head. Slowly I tried again, peeking out from under my lashes to see my father’s eyes looking back at me. Slowly, all the pain melted away, and relief took its place as I looked back at him.
"Where,” I croaked, barely able to get the word out. My father shook his head, and gestured around. I took a second to take in the surroundings. I was laying on dark and dirty stone, my head laying in my father’s lap. Tall stone walls extended on all sides, soaring so high I couldn’t see the ceiling. A wet, and musty smell impeded my senses, and a slow drip could be heard coming from the wall behind me. In the dead center of it all were tall metal bars, blocking the only exit out of the cell. If I had to take a guess, those were iron as well.
“When I woke up, you were unconscious on the ground and a Kings guard was standing over you.” He recounted, and took a deep breath. “I saw the other guard Aspen.” I flinched hearing the fear that laced his voice. He had spent my entire life telling me, and showing me that our magic was used to protect, and not to hurt. Yet, I believe I did just that in this case. He stayed quiet, opting instead to continue petting my hair down onto my head. His eyes staring blankly at the stone walls surrounding us.
“I’m sorry,” I gave in to the silence. Who knew how long we had left together, even if it was only in this prison. It seemed like a childish thing to say in a time like this, but I just couldn’t stand having him disappointed in me.
“Don’t apologize Aspen,” He said quietly, “You did what you thought you needed to do.” He sighed, and I could hear his voice shake. “They know you have magic now though, and I don’t know when they will be coming for you.” I nodded in understanding, and shook at the iron on my wrists, feeling the sting of the metal biting into the thin skin. The burns would leave scars and welts across both of my arms, and I would probably carry them for a lifetime. That is if I get the chance to live a lifetime.
“I guess they took every precaution necessary.” I half laughed, and my father shook his head at my dry humor. Iron was a faeries weakness, and the worst one at that. It burned the skin to the touch, and stopped any magic coming from their bodies. It made us weak, and sick, leaving us nothing but totally mortal. The method was rarely used anymore to contain us, but sometimes there were special circumstances. Special circumstances, it seemed, like me. “I’ll find us a way out of here, I promise.” I said quietly, but the voice inside of me was telling me it was hopeless.
My father sighed, ignoring my statement. “Their healers fixed what they could on you before they threw you back down here to me, but you still have quite a bit of healing to do on your own. I don’t know how long we have down here, but damnit Aspen if they come for you before you’re better it could be the end of your life when they-.” He stopped, voice trembling thinking of the horrific future ahead of me. His only daughter and child to be sent to be nothing better than breeding cow, or killed for showing magic that had been gifted to our kind. I shuttered at the emotion in his voice, despair sinking my heart, before I felt the warm wet tear hit my face.
“I promise I’ll take it easy for now.” I hated this side of my Father. He was always so strong, and watching him cry over me was heartbreaking. I knew one thing though, I got us into this dungeon, and I was going to get us out. There was no way I was going to add another beast to the king’s army. Even if I died trying.
Fast footsteps, and a loud bang of a door sounded through the hallway outside of the iron bars, and both of us jumped at the startling sound.
“WHERE IS SHE!” I heard a deep voice scream through the dungeon. I sat up quickly, head pounding with the fast movement, looking around for the owner of the voice.
“Sir, your father said-Ooof!” I heard another male’s voice speak back before getting cut off by a loud thump. Whoever was coming was angry, and they were knocking everyone and everything from their path. I heard the footsteps approach, and stop in front of the metal bars in the front of the cell. My father’s breath hitch, and it made my blood boil.
“YOU!” His voice boomed through the cell, echoing off the walls in a deep baritone “YOU ARE THE ONE WHO KILLED ALPHONSO?!” I refused to look at him. Maybe if I ignored him, he would finish gawking at me, and move along. Probably an angry solider who was mad I killed his drinking buddy. “TURN AND LOOK AT ME YOU EVIL BITCH!” He screeched, his voice raising to higher pitch than I thought possible. I giggled before I could stop it from coming out, and I’m sure it made me look exactly like the evil being he thought I was, but the way his voice cracked made me think of a child angry over not getting cookie before dinner.
“I apologize,” My father started, calm and well spoken, despite his initial reaction to the stranger. I looked up daggers at him, willing with all my energy to get him to stop speaking and just let this stranger pass. He did not deserve an apology from him, or even I for that matter. “She hit her head a few hours ago, and has not completely recovered.” The excuse coming quickly from his lips. I had about had enough of this, and it was unlike my father to show weakness to anyone. Let alone some ignorant, and dirty guard.
“I don’t care if she is hurt or not,” the stranger huffed, his voice deep and angry. “She has taken my most loyal soldier from me, and the debt will be paid.”
‘Most loyal soldier?’ I thought, ‘this can’t be.’ I turned slowly to look at the man that was standing in the doorway. Tall, almost an entire foot taller than myself, and muscular. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a tight short sleeved shirt that showed off every muscle in his body. The muscles of his biceps straining against the fabric as his fists clenched at his sides. A large, and wide barrel chest building up into a classically handsome face. Clean shaven, with long blond hair hanging into his mismatched eyes, one blue and one brown. The mark of the royal family. This wasn’t just some stranger. I was staring at Prince Devin Ben Avon, and he was staring right back at me with bloodlust in his eyes.
Chapter 4 – For She Was the Most Beautiful Thing*Devins POV*I stomped through the dungeon with only one goal in mind, to kill the faerie that dared to kill one of my men. Alphonso was one of my most loyal men; hard headed for sure, but strong and trustworthy. He was one of the few that rallied for me when I took over the as General of our military. One of our most brave soldiers, he was undefeated in battle, and was known to crush opponents in a matter of seconds. Only to be dragged to his death by some faerie whore. I saw his body when they brought it back to the castle, and immediately lost my dinner. His body was twisted and deformed in every direction possible, and the skin pulled taunt against his muscles. Deep red and purple wounds were everywhere branching across his body; almost like he had been struck by a hundred lightning bolts at once. Alphonso was so b
CHAPTER 5 – Until Tomorrow “Until Tomorrow.” The Prince turned his multi-colored eyes away from me, and stormed off. My father let out a hefty sigh before turning to look at me. “That sounded like a warning. This is not good Aspen, who knows what his plans are.” My Fathers voice shook, and he lowered his head to hold back his tears. The threat of death was inching closer and closer to our little family, and there was nothing we could do about it. We were rabbits waiting for the slaughter, and not an escape route to be found. “Death is not the worst punishment.” I said quietly, and my father whipped his head back up to look at me. He opened his mouth to
Chapter 6 – Until the Moon Shatters Those duel-colored eyes stared back into mine. The fury in them like a fire raging out of control, but this time it seemed to not be aimed at me. The Prince held the chains in front of him in a tight grasp, and he looked down to examine my bloody and red wrists, his long blond hair falling to the front of his face. I watched as a flash of sympathy flew across his face, so fast I almost didn’t believe it happened, and then his features quickly turned to stone again. I could hear grunting behind the Prince, and my eyes flicked over to the thick form that was struggling to stand on his wobbly legs. The guard had obviously had the wind knocked out of him when he was thrown across the cell, and onto the floor. The guard finally stood tall and started for us. I flinched back, trying to pull the chains against my wrists that were held tight
Chapter 7 – Emerald and Gold*Prince Devin's POV* I walked down through the hall of the dungeon, my boots splashing in the small puddles of the muddy floors. I had sent my men down here to get the prisoners, and bring them to me for a trial. That was all, and for some god forsaken reason, they were still down here. I was growing impatient waiting for them, and decided to check on it myself, only to find a sight more disgusting than the faerie herself. One of my men was sitting on the ground and leaning against the stone wall, holding his face as his nose bled through his fingers. Another guard was standing over the older faerie, who looked unconscious as he laid still on the dirt floor of the cell. An obvious tussle between the three parties where my men came out on top, but th
Chapter 8 – Tomato SoupThe first thing I felt was pain. Like a white-hot searing poker was being pressed into my temple; ripping the skin from my head. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as the pressure built behind my forehead. I groaned, feeling too weak to do anything else, and slowly opened my eyes. A bright white light entered my vision, making me flinch at the sudden intrusion to my senses, and making my searing headache all the more sensitive. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the stark contrast of my dark eyelids, and felt my eyes water.‘Where am I?’ I thought to myself. As my eyes adjusted, I slowly took in my surroundings. I was lying in a bed, and not a comfortable one at that. A silver tray with big stainless medical equipment sat on a table to my left, and a large monitor to my right. A steady beeping coming from the machine as I watched spiked likes dance across the screen. I was definitely in a hospital r
Chapter 9 - The False KingMoira had me in and out of the shower in fifteen minutes, a real miracle after I caught how I looked in a large mirror we passed on our way into the little hospital bath room. My left eye was almost swollen shut, and large purple bruises littered my arms and legs. My hair was wild and knotted, curling around my body in giant black nests. The worst, though, was the two thick red and swollen burns that encircled my wrists where the shackles were. Large bubbling blisters formed on the thinned skin in a perfect circle. I looked just like I felt; like absolute hell.Moira helped me pull off the hospital gown, and pushed me into the hot steaming water. Taking the time to be careful around the thick burns on my wrists, and the big purple bruises that ran across my body. It had actually felt nice to stand in the steaming water for a minute, and watch the dirt fall in clumps onto the white tiled floor. The vanilla scented soap she was using remi
Chapter 10 – My Children “You, beautiful faerie, are going to lead my children into battle.” The King smiled hungrily, showing sharp canines. I felt my body freeze as the weight of his words came down on me. There was no way he meant what I thought he was saying. I felt my lungs screaming for air, but I didn’t dare take a breath and unhinge this mad King anymore than he already was. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND FATHER!?” A deep and loud growl radiated through the throne room. The guards stiffened next to me, and the blade held to my throat was pushed tighter against the soft skin. I felt a prick, and then a warm trickle of blood slid down the side of my neck. The King, though, stood unaffected; still smiling as he stood up straight to look at his son.
Chapter 11 - BlueAfter I had been pushed out from the throne room, the guards led me down the narrow hallway in the castle. We travelled through the maze of stone, up and down endless staircases and bustling people. The castle was alive inside the walls as I watched maids scurry from room-to-room cleaning as they went, and guards watching them longingly as they swept by them. We passed a large kitchen, where loud banging of pots and pans and loud voices could be heard as they prepared the kings next meal. The scent of freshly baked bread and roasted chicken hit my nose as we passed, and my stomach screamed at me involuntarily. The last thing I had to eat was that soup from the doctor, and that seemed like days ago, even though it had only been just a few hours.The guards continued to walk me through the castle until we reached our destination. A small wooden door glared down at me, and had a larg