Ariadne has always been a dreamer. Her mother would always say she was away with the faeries.
Until one night, an envelope shrouded with magic lands at her doorstep, inviting her to the dance of the damned in the enchanting land of Altoria.
It's m...
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Kallen watched as Ariadne ran away from him. He watched as she tumbled and hit the floor. He walked into the room and went to run after her.
Iyrena was at his side quickly, hands placed on his arms, as her nails bit into his skin. He hissed and drew a breath, shaking her off.
"Let me go," he growled.
"Give her the space you promised. You do not want her thinking Fae cannot even keep their word, do you?" Iyrena raised an eyebrow at him.
"I would listen to her, brother," Lena's voice floated from the shadows behind the pillars flanking an alcove.
Kallen snapped his fingers and the unlit torches sat in the brackets either side of the alcove sprang to life, illuminating his sisters form. Lena was leant against a column inspecting her nails casually. Kallen's eyes swept between both Iyrena and Lena.
"Fine!" He sighed.
His heart gave a sharp tug as he watched the Fae crowd surround Ari. His fingers twitched, and he couldn't stop the slow burning beginning to build in his blood. Iyrena shook his shoulders.
"Look at me," her voice was like warm caramel, it wrapped around him and soothed his wounds briefly.
Kallen's gaze turned icy as he saw Orin step forward and give Ari a hand up. Ari's lips moved in soft thanks, and she took his arm. That should have been Kallen's arm that Ari took. It should have been him Ari was thanking. Instead it was Lord Orin. Jealousy gripped his shoulders and he whirled on Iyrena. He shoved her aside roughly, and she stumbled.
Lena took a step forward, and caught Iyrena, steadying her. Lena glared at Kallen, her eyes flashing.
"Brother, consider your actions for once! Whatever actions you choose will just prove every one of her legends true," her voice was harsh, a warning.
"Fuck her legends," Kallen snapped.
"Brother, do not cause more strife because of jealousy. This land has been torn apart once before because of it. Do not make the same mistake as her."
Kallen's temper flared and the flames in the torches jumped higher, leaving scorch marks on the walls. Lena stared at her brother, before turning to Iyrena. The floor beneath them began to shake. Chandeliers tinkled and swayed from side to side violently. The glass in the windows wavered.
Lena turned to a shaking Iyrena, and grasped her hands beneath her own. "Evacuate the ball room, kitchens and any rooms on the ground floor," she whispered frantically.
Lena let Iyrena go and turned to face the ballroom. Fae ran about pushing and shoving, as the glassware on the tables shattered. Shards flew everywhere, some caught Fae across the face, others glanced off shields Fae were hastily casting. Others weren't so lucky. The lesser Fae were pushed against walls as high Fae began to selfishly scamper for the doors that had been flung open.
