Facing the Fae [BOOK TWO]

Chapter 1

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Life in an alternate universe wasn't very different to life in the mortal world—if you could call it that.

It didn't take long for Rebecca to make the discovery. And coming to the realisation was a little disappointing and more than a little annoying.

It was partly because for the first two weeks of her new life (as Rebecca now called it because it that's what it felt like) was spent in a hospital bed. According to Ferro she'd been too weak to move, the magic draining all her energy.

Because, somehow, someway—as crazy as it was—she'd destroyed something. Not 'hey I hate you, I'm going to destroy you' but destroy. Rebecca had literally blown up a world and it no longer existed.

In the process, she'd killed innocents and other's not so innocent considering they'd been trying to kill her.

It was still surreal to think that it had been all her. At first, she'd thought they were all crazy for even saying it. That they'd been playing a huge practical joke on her. But that wasn't the case. Rebecca had seen the proof.

During her third day in hospital, Ferro had brought in a dome. Like the ones fortune tellers used. On it wasn't a cheap gimmick used so that people could make money; it was real. Rebecca had watched on in fascination as slowly, the crystal had begun to change from its transparency. Revealed had been a map. A detailed one with lakes and countries (or realms as Ferro had called them).

Only, in the centre of the map, there'd been a black space, as if someone had scribbled all over it with a permanent marker. A black space that had belonged to the realm she'd blown into oblivion.

In the two weeks, she'd been lying in the hospital bed, unable to move, Rebecca had been able to reflect on what she'd done. And she'd decided to accept it because what was in the future couldn't be changed—it just was. Somehow she'd blown up a whole country, using her mind and not a bomb.

How? Rebecca couldn't even begin to guess.

According to Ferro magic came with puberty and in light doses as well. For Rebecca that had not happened. Hers had hit with one powerful force, no leading up to it and no reprieve.

So, suffice to say, Rebecca had been grateful when they'd finally let her out of the hospital bed. Life, after that, hadn't really become any more exciting.

Oddly enough, though, there'd been one thing keeping her sane. Adam. A month ago, the idea would've been so preposterous she wouldn't have even considered it ironically. The story had changed however.

Since she'd woken up, he'd been by her side. After Ferro had dropped the bomb on Rebecca—ironic considering that's basically what she'd done—, he'd stayed. Rebecca had been close to a panic attack and the elderly lady had ordered everyone out. But Adam had stayed. He'd stood by her bed side. No conversation had passed between them, Rebecca buried too deep in a state of panic.

From then on, he hadn't left. Eventually Rebecca had started a polite conversation, the silence too awkward. He'd answered with noncommittal grunts and an occasional "I won't let anything hurt you." Then there was the constant Salvatée. Rebecca had tried to get him to call her by her name, but he'd just levelled her with an easy to read stare.