Chapter Five: The Interview

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A/N: that top pic is the old cover of this book if you were wondering lmao.
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"So, what's your name?" Irian asked a simple question and Ivy stared at him and then barked out laughing.

"You were following me and you don't even know my name?" She bit down on her lip to refrain from sniggering and settled with a lazy grin.

"My names Ivy." Irian pounced on her words.

"Last name?" Ivy lost her grin and straightened.

"Don't have one. Don't remember it." She remarked stubbornly.
Irian frowned and nodded, obviously not believing a word out of her mouth.

"Okay, do have any ideas why these people want you dead? Do you practice magic? Do you have any trace of magic?" Ivy swallowed, she thought back to the animals that always seemed drawn to her. She had stayed away from them when she found out that magic was banned in the city of Levvena.

"Not that I know of." It was half truth, half lie.

Irian looked at her seriously, concern written all over his face.
"Are you lying to us, Ivy?" Ivy glanced at them all, India hadn't returned from her remark and Ivy couldn't stop wondering about Daniel. Voyheii was interrogating Alex quietly and stood up with a huff. There were others but they didn't strike her attention.

"Anything?" Asked Irian.

"Nada." Irian sighed and looked weary.

"Untie them will you, then bring them to Eric." Eric? Who on Earth was Eric? She blinked, was he their leader or something? Daniel came over to her and started to untie her bonds. She bit back her lip, she could be awfully blunt sometimes and she could feel a 'blunt moment' coming on.

"You're wondering why my hair's white." Daniels voice cut through her thought process and she was mortified to find that he had caught her staring at his head. He must think I'm insane! Thought Ivy. She felt her cheeks flame, it was odd, she almost never got embarrassed, never mind flustered!

"I am?" She couldn't think of anything else to say.

"My mother was a fairy and she had white hair I got it from her." Oh. Of course he was fairy; he moved with marvelous grace and was achingly handsome, how had she not noticed?

Once free of the ropes, a thought went through Ivy and she tugged forward a few strands of hair. They were a dark cian blue that ombre'd to green and had spread slowly over the years. She used to only have a couple strands, but since she turned eighteen it had spread to cover almost all of the first layer of her hair. It was odd and getting harder to cover up due to the fact that dye didn't seem to work on it, and to top things off; if you were a fairy or any part fairy in London you were sentenced to death.

"What does this mean?" She hadn't shown anyone the strange colour of her hair, and she wasn't quite sure why she trusted the stranger. Daniels eyes widened.

"What the hell? We thought they were extinct! Voy, look!" Voyheii and everyone else came to see what all the conundrum was about.
Shocked faces surrounded her, murmuring things to each other.

"Fairy Of The Tree's.?.." Ivy looked, and felt, bewildered and silly.

"But. . . what's a 'Fairy Of The Tree's'? What does that mean?"

"It means that you have nature-y powers like: taming animals with a single touch and the power of growth, you know? And of course you take longer to age, but not by much I don't think." Ivy stared at Daniel, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open.

"What's the blue for?" Daniel blinked.

"Blue? Oh... Your part Water Fairy as well. They are the best warriors in the Fairy Kingdoms..." Ivy frowned, Daniel looked like he was hiding something.

"What? What is it?" He swallowed and took a breath.

"They slaughtered all of the Fairies who worshipped the Trees and broke about the Kingdoms. I suppose you could say that you're part victim part predator." Voyheii scratched his kneck.

"That's awfully hard to follow, Iel." He nodded.

"I know." Daniel blinked, pity all over his face.

Ivy sat, shell shock.

What just happened?

Once again, her world was toppled upside down.

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