I looked myself in the mirror to see an older version of my oldest son, with shoulder length pale blonde hair, round face with a chiselled jawline, round deep violet eyes with black eyelashes, high cheek bones, full lips, long downturn nose, medium pointed ears and of course a well trimmed blonde beard.
I may be a bit bigger on the larger size of the spectrum for a winter faerie as I work out to make sure I can handle all situations in strength and use my magick if necessary.
I quickly got dressed into my all-dark black uniform of my company strapping my knives in their places along my thighs, placing my moon blades on my back in their sheaths, lastly, I placed my fingerless glove on my hands showing my markings long ago full of life with my once ex partner who betrayed me and our children.
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The Storm Inside
FantasyWynter Silvermyst is a young 17-year-old winter faerie that is the only female born within the Silvermyst family in over three decades. Her life was not sunshine and rainbow, no, she grew up in hell with a n abusive mother who would beat, and emotio...
