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Edlyn has never fit in. With her unusual white hair and silver eyes, she sticks out from her village of brown. To make matters worse, unexplainable things tend to happen around her-things that she can't control. In a...
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"Are you sure you won't come?" Cedric gives me a hopeful smile. He's dressed in a black tunic and trousers made from fireweed adorned with a red cloak; not too different from what he normally wears, but slightly more formal. He's throwing a party. To celebrate being alive, he said. I thought it was a nice change of pace from the dreary attitude everyone had seemed to take on since word had spread I couldn't control my power; every fairy was bubbling with excitement. But Alec and I had spent the day together and I had no desire to leave him. He was teaching me how to sword fight.
"Not this time," I tell Cedric, although I'm watching Alec examine the weapons on the other side of the room. A small smile works its way into my lips. "I'm good here."
Cedric's gaze shifts from me to Alec and his eyebrows pull together. He shrugs. "Suit yourself. If you change your mind, I'll be in the throne room," he says, and exits. My mind automatically thinks of the route to the throne room. In the days that we've spent here, I've learned my way through the tunnels. Alec, on the other hand, hasn't bothered to learn his way around and mostly relies on me.
"What did he want?" Alec asks, handing me one of the swords he finally chose. This one is lighter than his had been, although that sword was long lost in the struggle to reach the volcano. He keeps a heavier, wider blade for himself.
"He was just asking if I'd changed my mind about the party," I say absentmindedly as I examine the sword. Nearly the entire day had been spent sparring with Alec and him disarming me within seconds. He said it was because I hadn't found a sword to use that was properly balanced for me, but I knew that he found my lack of skill amusing.
He jabs his sword into the ground. "Do you want to go?"
"If you do."
"But do you?"
I shrug. "It doesn't matter."
"You can go if you want." He meets my eyes for a split second before his gaze returns to the ground he's mutilating with the point of his sword. His next words make me blush. "I think he fancies you."
"Why?"
He finally looks at me, a frustrated frown on his face, like I should know the answer already. "He always looks at you."
"Hm." My cheeks are really burning now, so I turn halfway around, pretending to need a different light to admire my sword in. Cedric and I met barely a week ago. Alec must be mistaken. Yet seeing him frustrated is always a treat. I turn to face him again when my cheeks feel like a normal temperature.
"Do you—" Alec starts to ask, but I cut off whatever he was going to say by swinging my sword toward his chest, confident that he'll block my attack easily. He brings his sword up to meet mine with no problem. I grin, satisfied when I see more frustration in his eyes, but he doesn't say anything else.
