The Chosen and The Fae

Chapter 8: Her Magic.

(Not edited, so forgive me)

Alvera woke softly, her eyes fluttering open and her arms lifting above her head in a leisurely stretch. Her mouth opened and yawned and her legs lifted themselves into the air and did a few test kicks.

Wait. What?

She didn't tell her body to do anything of those things. Even as she was furiously thinking, her left arm lifted high above her head and her wrist did little rolls. Her mouth opened and her voice came out, but the words she was speaking were stilted and old, the tone cold and deep. And it wasn't her speaking.

"Well. A small form, that's for sure, but not the most limiting I've ever had." Her body did a little shudder. "I've never been a human female, though. It's most, inconvenient." Her hands went to her chest, where her small breasts lie, and they jostled them about, almost like scolding them.

She had begun to scream now, but her mouth did not open and her body did nothing.

"Oh gods. Oh gods. What is happening? Who's in my body?" She thought, panicked. Her anxiety mounted and mounted.

She felt dizzy, her head (Or not her head. Her thought head?) was spinning around and around and she felt like she was falling from some high place. She fell and fell and fell and then finally hit ground.

She was at the most deep part of her consciousness that there was to be found. Her form lie smashed and broken on the ground and she could feel herself slipping away to...somewhere. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going but she did know that it was warm and light and that she could see small shapes moving about and though she ought to be afraid there was no fear in her body. She felt welcome and safe.

And then it hit. Out of the bottom of her mind came creeping, bright blue tendrils of...magic. That was magic. Her mind did not have a word for it, but out of the depths came the answer. Magic, It swirled around her and gripped her wrists and ankles and pulled her away from the light, as if to say, "No. Not there. Come with me."

And though she could still feel the warmth from that other place, she listened and let herself be drawn back into the cold.

The magic released her and then flew a few feet into the air and stretched out to become not a tendril but a sheet of shining, burning blue. It tugged her until she was laying flat on her back and it crossed her arms over her chest.

She opened her mouth (thought mouth? Ugh, this was all giving her a headache) to ask it what it was doing but it hovered right above her body, and then slowly sunk into her flesh.

Her body went rigid as it penetrated her. She could feel the power of it sinking into her bones and once it did, her screams started.

It was like being burned alive. It ate into every inch of her, buried itself and dug deeper and deeper. It's power seared her, burned her, and she clawed at her own skin to get it out, out, out!

And once she thought the pain couldn't get any worse, it did. It touched her mind, hesitantly at first, and then it bit into her.

She felt it connecting to all of her nerves and her whole body shook uncontrollably as it did so. It flipped through all her memories, brushing them with magic, making them clearer and burning them into her mind so she would never forget them. And then it connected once last nerve and she heard its voice. Small but kind, it whispered gently to her.

"Small one. Pain will not last. Must be done. Only way to survive for you."

And then its voice was gone and the pain went on and on and on for so long she would have forgotten her own name if it wasn't seared with magic. She could feel time passing but she didn't have a way to mark it. In the back of her mind she wondered what she would do when this was over. There was still someone in her body. How would she take it back from them? Or it, perhaps.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the pain was over and her small body wasn't scarred like she had thought it would be. It was softer than before perhaps, and when she turned her wrist over, her veins glowed slightly with the same bright blue as the magic.

Her magic.

And then she felt herself return to the forefront of her mind. She saw the woods of the Fae through her eyes and she felt the intruder.

She felt new strength coursing through her and when she looked down at her hands (mind hands, gods), she saw blue wisps of magic swirling around them. Her decision was made and her determination roared its head.

She raised her hands and charged the intruder, shoving at him with the magic.

She heard a voice in her mind with her. "What the bloody hell?"

****Author's Note****

800 words never took so long to write, god. My back hurts.

I honestly had thought that no one was reading this book at all until I got some votes and comments recently (Thank the gods), and so I decided to come back to it.

This is short, much shorter than you guys deserve after how long I've been gone, but hey, sue me.

Hope you're having a wonderful night, and I bid you adieu here :)

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