Beyond the Fairy Gate

Chapter 34

Damien

Damien was so excited about getting to go shopping at Vaccoon's bazaar that he was basically skipping down the hallway. Behind him his scouts were going over duties for large crowds, to which he could only roll his eyes at. He couldn't count the amount of foreign marketplaces that they'd gone together and not once had they ever had anything go wrong. He would never understand why his scouts needed to go over every detail, every time, no matter the situation.

Up ahead he could see Gabriel standing with his scouts. His head was bent as he spoke with Janti, who had a clip board in his hands that he was referencing to. Damien slowed as he looked around the entrance and felt his face, and heart, fall just a little. It was just Gabriel and his scouts, no Nyline.

"Good morning," Damien raised his hand, his pace slowing to a walk. "Well afternoon." He finished the short distance to them as Janti straightened and took a step back. Knowing that Janti was a scout now made Damien feel a little awkward. He was indeed the perfect butler, but the way that he acted around everyone as if he were an outsider and didn't belong, that just didn't sit correctly with him.

"Afternoon," Gabriel turned his full attention onto him.

"Where's Nyline?" Damien took another long look around the entrance as if she would be running down the nearest sets of steps.

"She won't be coming," Gabriel spoke on a sigh making Damien look over at him. Gabriel looked slightly annoyed, which made Damien raise a brow at him as he deflated further. "Or more she is dead set on that fact that she can't." When Damien only raised a brow at him, he continued, "There are too many voices. She said her music box will only stay alive for so long and she didn't want to waste it on going shopping."

That resonated with Damien as he just looked at Gabriel, his face falling. His mind going to back to the air ship when he had been talking to Nyline about flying and going to bazaars, she had instantly told him 'your mate will be everything that you'd hope for and more,' He felt his breath hitch. She'd known right then and there that it was just another thing that would have made them incompatible. His love for shopping, and her inability to be around people. The more he knew of Nyline, and the more he understood her, the more he realized how right she'd been when she said that she had nothing for him. Not only were they two completely different people, but it was as if they were puzzle pieces from two completely different puzzle.

"Well," Damien turned his attention back to Gabriel, who had an understanding look in his eyes. "Maybe we can find something for her?"

"I had already planned on it." Gabriel's mouth quirked up slightly as Janti cleared his throat and Gabriel looked sideways at him. "Anyways, I need to finalize a few things with Janti, you can either go ahead with my scouts or wait for me. Your choice."

"I can wait," Damien said waving at Gabriel to go speak with Janti. "I'll be outside." Gabriel only nodded before he turned and started talking to Janti once more. The clipboard that he'd seen on the landing strip the day before out as they discussed whatever was on it. He glanced around the room to see his scouts chatting with Gabriel's. A few words reached his ears and he heard that they were going over crowd duty with each other.

Damien turned without another word as he walked out the large two front doors and out in the garden. It was even more amazing in the daylight as he glanced around and realized that the trees were even bigger than he had originally thought, their trunks stretching up to the sky and their leaves about as big as his hands.

Feeling eyes on him he looked around, his eyes falling on a very large burley man with bright orange eyes, close cut black hair, and skin a shade that made Damien think that he'd spent an excessive amount of time in the sun. He was leaning up against the castle wall, watching Damien with an unamused expression on his face. Damien couldn't help but feel his eyebrow raise at the person. They wore no uniform or distinguishing markings on any of their clothing, just a normal pair of jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged the man's frame showing off every muscle. He made no movement as he uncrossed and re-crossed his arms, those orange orbs unmoving as they continued to focus on Damien.