Frozen.
Unmoving.
Alvera simply stood there, shock running through her veins like blood. Her face was numb, and the forest floor seemed to sway beneath her feet.
This was the worst nightmare of every human alive. If you were so unfortunate as to be sent across the border, you would never return. You would be forfeit to the Fae, and they would not let you die a fast death.
A shiver ran down her spine, shaking her body like a leaf, and her hand shot up to her mouth, holding in a scream.
I am so sorry, Father.
So sorry.
THoughts ran through her head, leaping and twisting like wildfire, as her body stood still shivering. She had never really feared death, per se, but everyone feared the Fae. They were stronger, faster, gifted in magics beyond the understanding of mortals. And every bit of all of that would be used to torture any human foolish enough to fall into their graceful hands.
She would not survive this. She would die before her fifteenth year. And if the legends were to be believed, then her soul would be forever entrapped by the Fae that killed her, and she would never be free to enter the afterlife. To see her father again.
No.
She would get out of here. She would find a way. She would not die here.
"Oh, I think you will, dearie."
She spun around, but did not see anything in the dwindling light.
"W-Who is there? Reveal yourself!" She said, flinching when her voice wavered.
"Me? Oh, I'm no one. It you who is important here."
She narrowed her eyes and replied. "Me? Why am I important?"
"I myself am not entirely sure. But your blood...it smells to sweet to be normal."
She froze, only her eyes moving, reeling wildly in search of the voice.
"I have had the luck to have tasted many of your kind. Humans." It hissed, pleasure obvious in it's tone. "But never have I smelled something like this. You smell like magic."
She kept searching with her eyes, as she slowly stepped backward, putting her back to a tree, but the voice seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.
"I am sorry, dearie, but it smells too good not to..." It paused heavily. "Eat."
And then, suddenly, it stood in front of her, and even the breath in her body turned to solid ice.
It was so tall, towering over her small frame, and it seemed to be made of shadows, shifting and convoluting unstoppably. Its face was slim and long, a fanged snout protruding away from the eyes.
The eyes.
They were bright blood red, streaks of color emitting from the pupils and flashing outward, and the seemed to freeze her to the spot, he eyes wide and staring at the terror in front of her, as the creature opened it's snout and made an attempt to grin.
This is not what the legends said the Fae looked like.
"Oh, darling dearie dear." It purred slimily. "I am not Fae. I am simply the creation of one. I shall bring a piece of you back to my master and he shall stroke my ears and tell me what a good servant I am."
A breath shot its way out of her in a laugh.
The thing straightened and narrowed its terrifying eyes. "Why do you laugh, human?"
And then gales of laughter broke free from her small frame, shaking it more vigorously than the shivers had. "You are nothing but a hound." She giggled.
The thing, the dog in front of her bared its teeth. "I am my master's faithful servant. Do not compare me to your dumb human beasts."
But she could not stop laughing. She had been through so much, only to be killed by a hound. A hunting beast.
It growled at her sharply. "I am not a hound. I am prized by my master. Stop thinking that! Stop it!"
She giggled again and stared the beast right in the glowing eyes, her own gaze firm. "No. I will die here, I know. It's freeing, isn't it? To know who will kill you and where and when. I need not fear the Fae now. My death is right in front of me."
The beast bared its teeth again, light glinting off the sharp ivory points. "Humans. How pathetic. Die."
And it lunged at her.
Time slowed to a crawl, and she could see everything in the sharpest of detail. The dying sun off to her right, the spider web sticking to two leaves in the corner of her eye.
The beast moved so slowly it seemed to be hanging still in the air, clawed hands outstretched to her throat, fangs gleaming and ready for the kill. She knew she would die here. This was the end. But she couldn't seem to make herself sad. Life had never really taken to her.
It had beaten her at every turn, scorned her repeatedly.
Maybe now she would see her father.
Ah, Father. She thought happily. I hope you're proud of me. I've done the best I could.
And then time sped up, and the beast was at her throat and she only had time to register that there was a sharp pain in the center of her head. Piercing and demanding. It was cold and burning at the same time, and as her vision went black, the last thing she saw was bright silver blood, spurting and gushing in front of her eyes.
And then she was gone.
****Author's Note****
Just to note, in case you were worried, Alvera isn't dead, and neither is her blood silver.
Just to clarify.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the next chapter we will meet my personal favorite character, and I hope you love him just as much as I do.
I'm sorry this is a day late, but the last two days I've had some terrible ear pain, and I had to go to the doctor, so I haven't had time to update this book or my other book, Mr. No-Name. (Shameless promoting, please go check that out :D) My ears are pretty okay right now so I decided to update whilst I had the chance. Hope you guys liked it!
My friend made this cover for me, but it's a physical drawing and I can't take a good picture of it for the cover so I think I might have to change it. I'll post it as a banner though, if I do end up changing it. Because it is beautiful and amazing and I really hope I can make it work.
This largely unedited so sorry for any mistakes. I'm really tired.
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The Chosen and The Fae
FantasyA fourteen year-old girl from a small village, dealing with an absent mother and haunting memories about her dead father, is one day pushed past the border into the land of the Fae. Defenseless, she is soon met with danger, and is saved by an unexpe...