The fairy forest
“You see May, you have chosen the one day, out of very few that the oldest
faes come out to break from training. You see because we all have one chance to
become full fairies when we reach the age, and if we don’t succeed and change or
don’t want it, we stay faes our whole lives.”
I turned my attention back to the boy. But he wasn’t there. As I turned back
to look in front of me, a long sword was pointed right at my face and at the end of it,
stood he. He looked even more marvelous than from a distance. His eyes pierced
right through me, as I stood frozen. I wasn’t supposed to freeze! I was supposed to
fight him! Bleun stood laughing at me and flew off through the trees to the other girl.
I drew my sword. This was my chance. I lunged at him and he dodged out of
the way and disappeared behind a tree. I ran for the tree swiftly and silen tly with
my sword posed. As I turned the tree he wasn’t there. Confused I looked the other
way but no one was there. As I turned back I met the tip of the sword against the
base of my throat. I froze again dropping my sword to the ground with a clatter.
‘Hello. I’m Chandresh.’
I sat at the dining table, staring at my betrothed, Thomas Baker. He narrowed
his eyes and smiled. They were a deep ocean blue: the eyes of the Devil. I felt my
own gaze harden and suddenly wished to have my swords and slice his head clean
off his shoulders. Actually, if I had told Chandresh how disgusting he was, he would
have probably already done it for me. I clenched my hands together in my lap. I
would not eat at the table with this bastard.
“So we are at an agreement? The wedding will take place at the next full
moon?” Byren Baker suggested, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Thomas’ father
was nice enough. It was just his son.
“No. I’d rather do it on a day where the moon is not full. You know that is
when the fairy’s come out.” My mother, Lydia, cut her food like a lady and wouldn’t
look directly into Byren’s eyes out of respect. She would have met his eyes without
hesitating if my father was still alive, but since he wasn’t she no longer had the
authority to do that.
I finally picked up my fork. I was still looking at Thomas.
“I have to agree Father, having a wedding on the night of a full moon isn’t very safe.
But I don’t want to procrastinate either.” His gaze found mine, and he grinned. “The
sooner we’re married, the better.” I felt rage entrap my whole body. How dare he
speak to me like that! Not that he really said anything rude… but I know what he
meant. And everybody else did too. My mother stiffened at his comment and his
father shot him a glare. His grin got bigger as he saw the fury in my eyes. “Wouldn’t
you agree, my dear Mayrose?” I stabbed the meat on my plate with my fork, in an
obvious sign of anger.