“Nephilim are a type of Faery and are a part of the Fey. Their realm existed in a sacred place called the Nevernever, where more fey exist and thrive under the high rulers of the Elven Kingdom. Lord Oberon and Queen Titania ruled all fey but one race, the Nephilim. This is because in ancient times, humans worshiped Nephilim in hopes of one day reaching Heaven. Nephilim were considered the children of God or, more commonly, angels due to their wings, no one knows how the Nephilim gained bird-like wings, as the only other fey with wings would be piskies, and even then they have dragonfly wings. Because of this, it was thought that if a person were to win the favor of a Nephilim, any sins would be forgiven and the said human would go to heaven, no matter their past. The fey live and breathe human imagination and creativity. Nephilim held much power in the ancient times, due to the amount of imagination and creativity that was put into their memory and existence. So much in fact, that many Nephilim would commit unforgivable crimes against the human race and the Elven Kingdom. These Nephilim formed a guild called The Fallen, and were the second most powerful beings in existence. Taking on one member was a challenge, the entire guild was nearly impossible to defeat. Lord Oberon eventually took the matter of eliminating them into his own hands and, after many decades of war, The Fallen were finally defeated. Lord Oberon left one member alive, the most powerful one of the guild, so the race wouldn’t die out. The member in turn was named Calel the Deifier. It’s rumored that he escaped imprisonment and had an affair with a human fey, which is half human half fey, in this case half elf. That was sixteen years ago, and no one has ever heard of an elfish nephilim, till now,” he looks at me dead on when he says this and the realization hits me harder than a battering ram. I look down at my trembling hands and feel the same darkness take over my heart. I rebuild my wall and take a deep, calm breath.
“So what you’re saying is,” I speak in a flat voice. “I’m the only child of Calel the Deifier, the most powerful Nephilim in existence, and a half breed elf and you were sent here on a mission to see if the rumors were true.”
“Pretty much yeah,” Robbie says nonchalantly. I grit my teeth at his light tone. My whole world is unraveling by the seams with each second that ticks by, and he’s acting like nothing has happened, like he’s telling me what he ate for lunch. My fists clench at my sides as questions flood my brain but I manage to ask the biggest question in my mind.
“Is it, by any chance, illegal for Calel to see me or interact with me?” I ask with the same nonchalant tone. Robbie sighs and kicks away a rock.
“I knew he was the one that activated your true form. He shouldn’t have done that, not with Frabjous day so close at hand,” Robbie speaks, mostly to himself. He’s silent for a long time and eventually I ask the question that has been on my mind since day one.
“Who are you Robbie? What are you? I need to know,” I ask and he looks at me with amused eyes. His mischievous grin appears and I regret asking that question.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve heard of me. A certain poet made me quite famous in one of his plays,” Robbie tells me, drawing out the answer along with my nerves. “I’m sure you’ve heard of how Queen Titania fell for a human with the head of an ass right?”
My eyes widen as I remember the play he’s talking about and remember a certain red headed trouble making faery. “No, it can’t be,” I whisper, ignoring everything but the prankster in front of me. “He’s just a myth, a silly bedtime story. You can’t be him.” I feel a log against my ankles and sit down, afraid of collapsing from shock. Robbie bows and gives me a wink.
“Indeed I am. Robin Goodfellow, at your service,” he says smugly, placing a smirk on his face. His green eyes seem to glow in the descending darkness and mischief makes them gleam. “You’re wrong about me being just a legend, and I’m wounded by your silly bedtime story comment. Oh what a world we live in,” He exclaims, dramatically clutching his heart as he collapses in the dirt. When he stands up again, I see twigs and leaves caught in his hair and on his clothes. I stare blankly ahead, my face slack with shock.
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Rising Ancients (Book 1)
Ficção AdolescenteJennifer never felt as though she belonged. She always felt as though there was more out there, something better, a place she belonged. Finally, after feeling alone her whole life, Jennifer takes matters into her own hands and leaves home, but littl...
