Colder than Ice

Chapter 3: Orders

I slowly blinked my eyes open, a moan escaping my throat, as I put a hand up to my throbbing forehead, and slowly sat up, red dots swimming before my eyes.

"Ya'know you are very sensitive to warping Nyx, why'd ya think it was a good idea to bring along a dead body with you?"

My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, a huge face appeared before me, with pasty skin and a huge nose, pathetically small pointed ears, small purple eyes, and a mess of black hair atop its head.

"Get your ugly face away from me." I muttered, pushing Eitri away, and putting a hand over my eyes.

"Oh god..... I hope you weren't doing anything to me while I was out." Horror spread through me as I looked at Eitri, fear widening my eyes.

Faeries aren't made by having sex with each other, they are created by lost dreams and memories. But that still doesn't me we CAN'T.

Eitri shrugged and grinned, and in return I slapped him hard in the face, and he flew backwards.

Eitri was my overseer, he would calculate my kills and judge if I had done it successfully or unsuccessfully, he would go straight to Aelfdane our leader and report.

But unfortunately I got the most, annoying, distracting, kinky, ugly, evil

, irresponsible overseer in all of The Frost.

"Hey! That hurt!" He groaned rubbing his face, and I stiffly stood up and side kicked him in the side.

"Tell me what my report is." I replied coldly, grabbing his hand, pulling him to his feet.

"You're mean." He grumbled sticking his tongue out at me, a trait he learned from human children.

"Idiot, hurry up and tell me." I held up my fist threateningly and he flinched away.

"Don't do it! You're fists hurt!" He yelped.

Scrambling he pulled a scroll out of his satchel, and handed it to me.

With a smile I take the scroll, pulling my flask out and letting the silver liquid slide down my throat. A burst of magica flowing through me.

"Why do you abuse me so much?" He complained, and I rolled open the scroll staring at the dark ink dancing before my eyes.

I look up at him, my lips pulling out into a huge smile all Faeries can do, opening my sharp teeth.

"Because its fun."

Still sitting down on the floor, I traced my finger across the glyphs, mouthing the words softly.

"Where are we anyway?" I said, frowning at the words of the glyphs. Eitri shuffling around me.

"Hometree." He replied, and I stood up, brushing off particles of dust, and rolling back up the scroll, handing it to Eitri.

"You know.... I wasn't THAT loud." I remarked,looking around the small hollow, looking at him In the corners of my eyes, mentioning my marks for my report.

"Honestly? I had to cast runes around so none of the humans saw you! You were louder then a-"

I whipped my fist at his face, stopping it about an inch before his nose.

"Uh yeah.... You were totally quiet!"

Eitri stuttered before me, and I turned away from him observing my surroundings.

It was a large hollow, tall long wooden walls and a domed roof, a relatively smooth floor covered with a hide of some sort of beast with long white fur, a scroll with ward runes was placed around the hollow. A small circular bed placed in the corner, an smooth side table made of carved ice birch placed beside it. Long shelves crammed full of filled jars and weapons were tacked loosely into the wall, and a large opening gaped in the roof.

"These are you're chambers?" I asked, going up to a shelf and plucking a jar filled with dried petals, examining them closely.

"Yes."

Stretching out my wings, I stand below the opening, yawning loudly.

"We must go to Aelfdane, soon." I confirmed, clipping my things firmly into my satchel.

"Phykeladamen."

Ward.

A round purple orb formed around me, and I stretched my wings out and pumped myself out of the room, spiralling into the sky.

"Nyx!"

Not even bothering to look back, I flew on blinking my eyes and wreathing through the Faeries flying by me, blurs of white and blue, long silver hair flying behind them.

I used to envy these fey, with there beautiful faces and freedom of flight. But know I am one with them, their equal, not a lowly servant they ignore without even a thought.

Me. Nyx Vega is one of the most beautiful of the Ice Fae, a rare beauty, deadly at magic and the art of stealth.

I grinned, spreading my grin all the way across my face, literally ear to ear, sharp fangs protruded, contracting all of my useless dull canines.

Flapping my wings, I surge forward, contracting my fangs, and unsheathing my normal incisors. Almost at my destination.

A quickly check behind me and find a black blur standing out from the all the white.

Eitri was following me. Looking back, I flip my hair back away from my face. The home tree was quite large. Not even 10 000 fae would be long enough to equal the smallest branch. The height of it was unimaginable. But the Hometree was hidden deeply in the Glacius Forest, surrounded by a very strong stealth ward to hide it from the rest of the fae civilization, this tree was also the smallest in the forest, and hidden in the core.

I sharply bank to the left, just brushing a old ice faerie who in turn cursed at me. Ignoring the random fae, I direct myself toward a gaping black hole, and prepare my feet for landing.

"Nyx!" Somebody screamed behind me and I whipped around, and before I make contact with the hollows floor, I see Eitri grinning.

"Da-"

My body hits hard, and I skid across the floor, bouncing up and down occasionally, like a stone that has been thrown at the surface of a pond.

Crashing into multiple items, I finally skid to a stop, bumping my head on a table leg.

Cursing Eitri to Hell for the rest of eternity, I shyly glance up the table to the fae that sat at it.

A male Ice Fae with long blondish hair

and blank white-blue eyes watched me.

"Greetings Nyx and Eitri."

His voice was loud and booming, sharper then the edge of a knife.

Dammit.

"Greetings Master Alefdane."