Bound

Veline caught my hand. Wrapping hers around it and looking at it as though it were a foreign thing. “Do you know, we shouldn’t be able to touch.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am pure spirit now.” Veline reached out and touched my chest. “While you are still bound in your skin.”

Bound. A strange word for it.

“You know in this land there are far more creatures than you ever guessed. You’ve been very sheltered in Drimidan.”

“I guess I have.” I admitted softly. I wasn’t even sure my parents knew of all the things out there.

“There was a time, long ago when the land was predominantly Fey.”

“But as Fey darkened some lost their power and became human. Others became twisted and their power darkened to make them other things.”

“Like Mathis?”

She nodded. “They become what we know as demonic. Or what the people of Drimidan might call a witch or warlock.”

I blinked slowly. I’d heard of such things, but they were s