Chapter nine: Catia

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I had to leave him there. He's too important for me to lose, like everyone else I've ever loved. I've loved him for too long; 500 years.

I've seen a lot of things in my life. I want it to end, but faeries can't die, without being poisoned, or murdered. Not many faeries get to live through poisoning, it's interesting because the witch faeries can blend in with the humans. We don't have ears like elves, we don't have tails like gryphons, we don't have wings like pixies, and we don't have horns like trolls. We look like humans. Being a part of my coven in faerie it was easy to tell us apart from the humans. To the fae, we have a dark green aura surrounding us. The angrier we get the darker our aura gets.

I started taking Arden back to the palace, very gently waved my hand in a circle lifting her body from the grass. I started to get tired of running after the first mile. I knew Jasper could find his way out of my paralytic spell. He always does.

The trees started to lessen, I know I'm getting closer to the palace. I set Arden down at the base of the fourth tree closest to the palace back door. Her book was shoved in a makeshift pocket at her dress. I set her book atop of her dress open halfway. It'll look like she's been reading it.

I hear a crack in the dried branches and knew they would find me. I hid to the closest boulder.

"The common girl is here." A boy calls from the edge of the training posts.

"Thank god we found her." Another boy yells from the porch of the palace. "Can you bring her up?"

"I am not touching her." The boy says getting closer to her face.

I forgot to take her out of the coma. I gave a snap of my fingers, her eyes start to open. The first boy jumps back and pushes the other one forward. "Stop. Don't be too loud." The second boy says.

"Shut up. She's out. She probably doesn't even know where she is."

"Atticus, can you just help me get her inside?"

"Yeah sure, lover boy. Are you too weak to do it yourself?"

Then I remembered. The prince's. That's their names, Atticus and Callen. I'd better get out of here.

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