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In the photo, my mother’s smile was as gentle and warm as ever. I lit three incense sticks and placed them in the holder. Wisps of incense smoke curled up, mingling with the drizzle, blurring my vision. “Mom, I’m sorry.” “I’m late.” “I sent the one who killed you to where they belong.” I rambled on like a lost child. I pressed my head against the cold gravestone. It was as though I was trying to draw some warmth from what had long since passed. I knelt and bowed three times.

An even stronger blast of freezing air billowed out, and after the thick frost cleared, she finally had a clear look at the horrific scene inside. A distorted, manic scream tore from the depths of her throat. "Ah!" Floating in the air, I quietly sighed. "You finally found me, Mom. But what a shame that it's too late."

"With the flames derived from the very sun, we shall purge this evil spirit! Ma'am, take off your son's shirt. I will apply these sacred ashes onto his navel and exterminate the evil spirit through fire!" Although Sam was delirious with fever, he heard every word. His eyes locked onto the smoking basin of blazing-hot ash, and all the color drained from his face. "No… Please, no! Mom, I'm going to get burned to death! Delia, help me!" Sam screeched and struggled, wrapping himself protectively with his blankets. Mindy panicked and lunged forward, pinning down his legs. "Don't move, Sam! They're trying to save you! Getting burned a little is better than being killed by evil spirits, right?"

Brown and gold and barely focused. "Kael," she whispers. "The dust. Do not let them touch the dust." I look at the black powder covering the courtyard. It shifts in the night breeze like something alive. A warrior near the gate steps too close. The dust rises. Clings to his boot. He cries out—a sharp, surprised sound—and collapses. "Nobody move!" I roar. "The dust is poison. Stand still. Do not breathe it in." The warriors freeze. The servants slam their doors.

Gil tried to convince her. “ Silly! They might cancel their orders instead.” she said smiling. “ Okay. Game on! So I can deduct this to your list of debts.” Gil mischievously said. Maan was convinced and started singing. The nights the sky was filled with clouds My worried mind was filled with fear I couldn't count all the lonely hours Spent with memories and tears I never thought I would see the day When I could throw all my sorrow away But then you came and you showed me the way

Until now. His message to Lady Nixie earned him a couple of missed calls and messages asking what he meant, he didn’t answer any of her messages. While he was watching Lady Nixie’s fake caller ID appear on his screen disappear, he wondered how he got under the Silvenian Queen’s radar. He’s never even been to Silvenia, he only has pictures of it. And why did he agree to make Leath Mayfair go back to Silvenia? Just how desperate was he that he agreed to the Queen’s request?

Prologue “Cause I’m not your princess, this ain’t a fairytale,” - White Horse by Taylor Swift I just wish everyone could just be good for a second. I wish everyone could just let me go or let me die. I’ve tried so many times but I still can’t go. Every time I take hold of that small knife, I think about my mate who may be looking for me, who may be waiting for me and I couldn’t do it. I’ve been waiting for him because they said your mate will take you for who you are and love you. I hope my mate will take me for who I am, broken on the inside and on the outside.

But, no, with all the common sense bestowed upon the human race from the higher ones, my best move was to freeze. Just stand there, frozen like a stick. Turn around. And, look my damned killer in the eyes. “Indigo…” Only, that my ‘killer’ is not in front of my face. I had turned around with such sharpness and alertness to face nothing. Nothing, but stray leaves swaying in the breezy, lone air and dancing against the sidewalks. Nobody is there.

*Dust* I guide River back to his room, his arm slung around my shoulder, each step a reminder of how fragile he is right now. I can feel his warmth against me, but it’s mixed with the chill of the reality we’re facing. The words echo in my mind ‘death to the princess.’ I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all some horrible mistake. Surely, they meant someone else. I’m just Dust, an ordinary girl caught in this extraordinary mess.

Daisy said taunting her. “I am just getting started little fairy.” The Sluagh fairy said with gritted teeth and started singing slowly: Lovely night has come to us, lovely night, soft and dark; the lovely night that ends a long and hard, weary day; so rest... Lay your body down, forget your life. Spiders of the night come, spin your silky webs. Spiders of the night come. Now, spiders of the night! Wrapped in your shroud, dead to the world. Come and infest on this ill-gotten soul that I presented to you.