Frozen.

SEVEN

What do you do when everything you thought was real all your life, turns out to be nothing but a sugar coating? How do you cope with that? Because just being different wasn't enough to rack my world. I had to get dragged into friggin Faery world.

But, still, I don't know why I am here. Faery world is secret. Everyone says it is. Why else would you put it just out of view where no one normal can see it? I mean, why?

"Ashana, concentrate." Tarn huffed. I glared at him. The feelings that had been going around in my stomach were making me angry. I don't like what this guy is doing to me. But shouldn't I love it? Yes. But I ain't normal. Not at all.

Frustration was building up in my chest. All this walking and jumping and annoying was really getting on my nerves. Why can't he just tell me where we're going? Why can't he just tell me why he brought me into frickin Faery World for gods sake!?

"Concentrate on what, Tarn!?" I exploded. I was fuming. I was confused. I was terrified. I was intrigued. I hated it. "Where the hell are we!? Why am I here!? Why the hell are you here!?" My eyes were narrowed and my small, pale hands were balled into hard fists.

"Ashana, calm down. We're almost there." He said calmly. He had a cocky smirk on his face which only made me angrier.

"Almost where, Tarn!? Where the hell are you taking me!?" I shouted with rage.

"To your father." I froze in place, my eyes widening.

"I'm sorry?" I whispered. Did he say what I think he said? Am I going crazy? I am, aren't i? This is all just a figment of my imagination. He can't actually be serious.

"Yes, Ashana. I'm taking you to your father." I stared at him in shock.

"What the fu-" I was cut off by a figure stepping forth, out of the shadows. His hair was basically black and cascaded dead straight down his back. His eyes were such a pale blue that they almost looked white. His skin was like the palest paper ever created. It was so fine and perfect that it made him look like a poarslan doll. His nose was small and slightly pointed. His eyes were gently tugged up at the sides. His lips were full and red.

He looked just like me. Could he be?

"Hello Ashana." His voice drawled out with that same accent that was beginning to tint Tarn's deep voice. The way he spoke, the deepness of his voice. The way his eyes pierced into everything around him yet looked at me with kindness and wonder. The way his lips puckered as he watched everything intently. It was all so familiar. He was the mirror image of my father in my imagination, just with long hair and dressed in a long black silk cape like thing.

Oh my god.

My breath caught in my throat. Tears sprung painfully to my eyes. Wonder developed all through my body.

"Dad." I whispered.

This man. This almost mirror image of me. He was my Father.

A/N:

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I'm so sorry for the really late update. You could say I have suffered the WORST writers block in the world. I'm sorry.

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