The Incandescent | Book 7 | The Fairy arc

Chapter 3 ~ The Fairy

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~ Planet Monshalow ~

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A clash of thunder raged in the sky, fighting the bright streaks of white lightning that flashed and struck with immense power, the motion of unhinged chaos attempting a dance-off with the grumbling thunder. All the while, rain descended moodily, blurring the windowpanes and drenching the grass.

The light was dim inside a cozy home located within a forest, several distances away from the nearest city. The home was solid and sturdy, in excellent condition and good standing. It included a kitchen with a small dining area, a laundry room, a living room that doubled as a workout area, a guest room with its own bathroom, and a spiral staircase that led to one bedroom and a library that doubled as an office.

Killian was seated at the desk in the library. A stack of books outlined the window as candlelight silhouetted his thin handsome figure. An ink quill was in his hand, filling the page with his elegant cursive writing, as Killian continued to work amid a thunderstorm.

Almost done with the orders, Killian thought, having spent most of the night working. He was responsible for updating records for stores and businesses that contained necessary ingredients derived from plants and flowers.

Most plants and flowers were used for health reasons, mostly medicine and skincare. Some were merely for decoration; others were used as aphrodisiacs, or weapons like poisons that manipulated the senses or weakened a person. Killian was able to differentiate every plant, flower, and herb, knowledgeable of each individual purpose. Knowledge was a new weapon, not forged with metal, but with plants and flowers, which were an abundant resource on planet Monshalow.

Though he didn't keep the trade stock, Killian kept a garden of plants and flowers pertaining to his own personal interests. The plants and flowers were mostly for tea; others were used for skincare, to heal cuts and such, or for cooking.

At last, the orders were finished. Killian rose, making no sound as he moved. He was dressed in a long plum dressing gown with dark silky plum pants underneath. His black hair was slightly messy but in a stylish way. He ran a hand through his hair, his hand like a white ghost snake in the dark, his other hand setting the ledger atop a stack of books near the window.

He walked into the bedroom, smiling fondly at the sight of his wife. She was sleeping, her reddish purple hair cascading down her back and around her purple wings, glowing dimly in the dark bedroom. Her wings weren't the only indicator she was a fairy; her skin glowed with a purplish bioluminescent color that reminded Killian of Iredescent skin shimmer.

Killian lovingly kissed her cheek and touched her hair before he returned to the library. He had already prepared tea, knowing she would soon wake up from the thunderstorm. His tea blend consisted of matcha green tea and jasmine to fight depression, chamomile and blue vervain to calm anxiety, rooibos for allergy relief, peppermint for mental clarity, and rose petals for beauty and health.

Another flash of lightning appeared in Killian's eyes as he remembered how he came to know of planet Monshalow and its fairy people.

It all started the day he was dropped off on planet Ghatom. Alone with nothing more than the clothes on his back and a cask of water in his hand, Killian walked around the space station, unsure of his future now that he was on a completely different planet.

Around him, various alien lifeforms spoke different languages. Some appeared humanoid while others were certainly outerworldly. Killian was no longer an Iredescent with the natural omnilingual ability to understand any language in the galaxy, so it was frustrating when he was unable to understand the foreign alien languages, only knowing the Iredescent language.