Wanderess

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Fayre needed a secure place. Somewhere no one could see what she was about to do.

Somewhere she couldn't be tracked, somewhere not many knew of.

She knew just the place.

Fayre still hoped she knew what she was doing. Hoped what she was planning would worked. Hoped she wasn't going to her death.

Once she had stood from her spot in the hallway, she made her way to her chambers, sending away the servants who loitered, attempting to wait on her.

She even sent Hilda away. The dark-skinned lady looked almost pained to be sent away like the other worker. Fayre felt her heart crack slightly at the sadness on the older woman's face, none the less, she had a task to complete and she didn't need anyone knowing.

She had washed, ridding herself of all grim and dirt, the smell of vomit disappearing altogether.

It had to be close to afternoon by the time the Princess of Light had deemed herself acceptable enough for her task. She donned her training clothes- the most un-lady like articles of clothing she owned, grey leggings with a white sports top. Shouldering a jacket over the top to cover any bare skin. Effective for training with the weapons master, not so much when to be out as a Princess. Regardless, she didn't intend to be seen by anyone, and the pretty dresses for being Crown Princess...or even Queen, did not seem fitting for who she intended to meet. She had also retrieved Celestia, strapped the scabbard to her waist, the weight welcome.

She needed someone who could help her. Difficult as it may be to persuade them- she had to try.

She was going to attempt to summon the one person who may know about the location of the long-lost sacred artefact. The Halo.

She was going to try to summon the Demon Prince himself.

Adrian Tenebris.

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She needed to be quick. Fayre bought herself a few hours at least, she claimed to be in dire need of a nap and did not wish to be disturbed even under the worst circumstances. How well her orders would follow up, she did not know.

Reaching into her very soul, pulling on the ability to summon her wings, she veered slightly- summoning the sliver of transportation gift she had been given by Cael.

Her power was different to most; when a Royal receives their wings- it is an awakening of a sliver of Cael's powers. He gifted the Royals some of his being powers. He was the God sent to the ground- he was the most powerful being to grace the planet.

Most Royals received powers of intellect, or knowledge, or stealth, or even strength. Her Father's powers consisted of the ability to read auras. He could tell the moods of individuals instantly. He could not read their thoughts, but he knew when something was off.

Her power manifested itself in the form of slight teleportation abilities. She had attempted to master her power once since the attack on Lia, while she was in the rose garden, thinking of her Mother.

She had been so overcome with grief she just reached blindly into her soul, trying to will the wings back in an attempt to get out of the garden in a flash, but she had hit a fork in her power- a fork that lead to her zapping across the entire garden. And when she tried to call back that power, it had been asleep- refusing to wake until it was ready.

When she had flitted from the castle in an attempt to save Lia, it was as much as shock to herself than it was to all others around her.

She called on that ability now, willing it to stretch as far as the small field on the outskirts of her Kingdom. Not knowing if she could reach that far, she prayed to Cael himself that she could accomplish it. Far from the palace, yet still inside the borders. Away from the growing Darkness of that was Malvat.

Closing her eyes, she concentrated.

Reaching into her very being, she tugged.

Once.

Twice.

And on the third tug, she felt the air around her rush, then stop suddenly. Daring to open her eyes, she saw she had done it.

Fayre Ayer had transported herself farther than ever before- granted she had only done it twice before.

Stumbling, she struggled to keep her balance, a headache instantly forming a price for such powers, for such a distance. It took Fayre by surprise enough that she had to sit down, minutes passed.

One. Two. Five. Ten. Twenty.

She had wasted nearly half an hour trying to regain herself.

She would need to work on the process. Start small again and work up to larger jumps.

Right now, she had a task to accomplish. Placing a hand on the hilt of her sword, the steadiness under hand a stability Fayre felt she needed right about now.

She wasn't sure how she would accomplish her task, but she figured now was as good a time as any to start.

Closing her eyes, she tried to reach her mind to him, an invitation she prayed he would accept.

Adrian.

She peeked an eye open. Nothing.

Sighing heavily, she tried again. Eyes once more closing.

Adrian.

Adrian.

Adrian, please.

Please come. I need your help. You may want to kill me on sight, but I beg of you to hear what I have to say. Please.

She felt crazy to say the least. But she knew she hadn't imagined it the other night when he held her- they were connected.

Fayre wasn't sure how yet, but she would be damned if she didn't find out.

Once more she tried.

Adrian.

"Alright Princess, no need to hurt yourself."

Shock caused her eyes to fly open. It had worked.

There before her, stood the Dark Prince. What was she doing?

Here she was, inviting the enemy into her territory, jeopardising her people. All for what? What could she possibly do.

Save her people.

Her answer was hard as steel. She was doing this for them. She would not let innocents fall to the evil that was Malvat.

She could not.

Instead of showing her inner turmoil, she pulled on a mask- a persona to divert his attention from her fraying conscience. The swaggering arrogance she displayed was the opposite of what she felt.

"Hello, Prince."