The Fae Realm

Chapter 4

"Maybe you're in your Storm Era"

Chapter 4

The six Royals and Isaac all gathered in the Summer Court castle library where Charitee showed them all of the documents and stories about the dark fae boy who turned evil and wanted to destroy the realm.

"See it's all here," she showed them. "I think he is the one that caused the storm today."

Trayton side-eyed Charitee concerned about what she was saying, and then resumed down at the documents. "How can you link those two things already?"

Angelo leaned forward. "Girl, what if it is just a little rainy rain? Maybe you're in your "Storm" era."

Charitee laughed, rolling her eyes. "No Angelo this is the Summer Court. It never storms here."

Dylan, being his typical aloof and childlike self, slides across on the bookshelf ladder. "Summatime!!"

Brecklyn picks up one of the books considering throwing it at him but regains her composure and looks to the others. "You guys, this is serious! I don't know what his next move is, but we have to do something before it gets worse."

Everyone looks over at Brecklyn as she pleads for someone to have an answer. "What could we do?"

Charitee looks down for a moment before having an epiphany. "I've got it! I know what we should do. We go to him before he can get to us."

Trayton scoffs."You can't be serious! We're not leaving the courts and our fae to go to some Shadow Realm that may or may not even exist."

Charitee grabs Trayton's arm abruptly. "Why not brother? The only way to protect our people is to fight for them. If we don't follow this map to the Shadow Realm, then the Shadow Realm is going to make its way to us and possibly take over our entire realm."

Trayton looks at his sister sympathetically.

"She's right, Tray... We need to go." Brecklyn assures him.

Diego jumps up heroically. "I will save us all! This Shadow Fae is no match for the Prince of Spring!"

Angelo adjusts his crown. "We gonna take snacks or anything? Little margaritas for the road?"

Trayton holds up the map, sighing and ignoring them both.

Dylan opens up his satchel. "Is anyone gonna need cuticle oil?"

Isaac clicks stop on the camera.

Trayton tilts his head. "...Have you been recording this whole time?"

Isaac nods. "Yeah, it's for Diego's vlog."

Diego flexes and grins.