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  “I am in a form that both of you can understand and will allow you to dearly see my intent.”

  “Convenient. Where was this size when we faced the Dray-gens or the Tollen?”

  “Unavailable to me. I could not show this form until I’d gained your trust and friendship.”

  Her eyes shifted from green to lavender as her eyes lit with a new light she instantly recognized as hope.”

  “You’re a Hone Fae?” When she simply inclined her head, Abigail covered her mouth. “H.F. You’re the one who started me on this journey.”

  It wasn’t a question. She already knew the answer.

  Tilda nodded before providing me with an explanation.

  “It was at your request, my dear.”

  “What? It was?”

  Nodding again she stepped forward.

  “You foresaw something that struck fear in our heart. Yes, he cast the spell, but it was you who requested it be done.”

  “Why would I do such a thing? I don’t understand.”

  Tilda waved her hand and out of thin air a doorway appeared. Holding out her hand, she patiently waited.

  “It’s all right. I told you it would be. I’m keeping my promise.”

  “Yes, Auntie P. I’m not dreaming anymore, am I?” a little voice asked as the prince and I waited to see who she could possibly be speaking with.”

  Tilda bowed low as she brought the child forth. As the child appeared, he looked back then held his hand out to another. The two were beautiful and looked like older versions of the little beauty she had hidden in the Genial Forest.

  “That is where she is. She’s been alive all of this time? I can’t believe it. I’ve been searching for so long. We found each other several moons ago and I nearly lost my life.”

  “I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk our children being without the both of us. I made the sacrifice because I knew this kingdom needed you and so did our babies.”

  He held her hand. She could feel his presence, sense his magic, hear his thoughts, and breathe his breaths as their life forces reconnected.

  “That is what you foresaw. You saw his demise.”

  “Tildy, thank you so much for putting up with me on this journey. I can’t fathom how hard this had to have been for you.”

  “It’s sounds so good hearing that name again and not being referred to as ‘the fairy’ by you, Gail.”

  “Tildy? The Tildy? This is the woman who raised you?”

  Nodding her head, she allows the crease there to fall away. her eyes light with joy at being able to share her with him.

  “Yes, this is my Aunt Tildy.”

  “You’re a witch and a fae? I didn’t know you were of two Ponts.”

  “Yes, I am. You do realize you’re of two Ponts.”

  “Wait, the love of your life is of two Ponts. This just keeps getting better and better. What two Ponts? It may explain some things.”

  “He’s a natural and a wizen. That’s where his power comes from.”

  “That’s why they’re so powerful.”

  She furrows her brow as she exchanges a look with the prince.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Your children are born of four different Ponts.”

  Chapter ??

  The Priätés

  Abigail

  T

  ravelling by foot has never been a favorite pastime for me. Ever since the day I learn to transport myself through space and time via the skill of trance, I haven’t been able to bring myself to do every day common things. It’s just not the way I’m created. I’m a powerful, magical being with a greater purpose. The fact that I’m weakened by some crazed being doesn’t sit well with me. Going to see this Praites person bothers me. I haven’t had to ask for assistance with anything for over a century. Yet, here I am, making my way to an unknown place in an unknown space to get assistance from one unknown to me.

  I arrive with the fairy at a set of weathered double doors. Before I can knock, the door swings open on its own. When I enter there is no one in sight. The room is free of life beyond the furnishings. They range from antiquities to more modern, handcrafted pieces. Around the room, there are various painted pieces which include signs that answer one of my burning questions. What the hell is a Praites?

  One of the signs reads:

  Praites is a purveyor of secrets.

  Another reads:

  Praites is a seer or a fortune teller.

  The last one reads:

  Praites is anything you need him or her to be. Take a book, cop a squat. The Praites will be with you in a moment.

  The fairy flits around the room, studying different things while I move to the shelf of books. Housed on the shelves are a multitude of books on various subjects. I find one that is entitled: A Lost Soul. Something about the object intrigues me. I’m settling in a comfy chair not far from the shelf a moment later. I hear the fairy flitting from one area to the next. She doesn’t look concerned. In fact, she looks the most content she’s been on this entire journey. Smiling to myself, I open the book and begin reading. What I find surprises me and enthralls me, so I continue reading.

  The voice inside of my head wasn’t my own. It was a masculine tone. It snapped me out of my visual of all of the sex scenes I’d just read about. My heart was racing, and I was more turned on than I’ve ever been. It had been a while since I felt such a feeling. My body began to react as I felt hands roaming over my body. Mentally, I began to fight, but in my weakened state I couldn’t do much. I hated being vulnerable.

  “I know why you’re really here, Abigail. I know what you really want, what you greatly desire,” the voice calls to me.

  It speaks to me on a level I didn’t ever hope to expect. It’s one I want to give in to. I’ve been working so hard to find answers. I should just let go.

  Those words freeze me in place. That sounds nothing like me. I’m not one to just give in. It’s not in my nature. I fought my “Sleeping Beauty“ state and shocked everyone when I awakened before their predetermined timetable, I’m sure.

  “Wait a second, how long have I been sitting out here lost in that smut?”

  He smirks as he watches me squirm.

  “You’ve been here for several hours. You seemed engrossed in the work, so I allowed you to continue reading. Don’t feel bad or awkward. Many have succumbed to words written on the pages.”

  I’m suddenly outraged. It has nothing to do with the fact that I’ve been caught reading some of the most erotic material I’ve ever read. Nope, my bone to pick with this man has everything to do with him lumping me in with others. Others who are most definitely lesser beings than myself.

  “Did you ... you enchanted that book to lull your clients into a relaxed state to allow you time to do something else, didn’t you?”

  It hits me like a ton of bricks. Not that I know what that feels like or anything. I’m just using it as an example here. There’s something about that book that it isn’t right. I knew it when I picked it up. He smirks again then takes a seat as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

  “The book is enchanted but not in the way you believe it is. You see, when one is reading they tend to clear their mind to focus. The book you chose allowed me to see all of your greatest desires including your need to release some of that pinned up energy coursing through your body right now.”

  “Let me guess. You’re volunteering to help me relieve it.”

  “If you offer, then who am I to refuse it? I’m a willing party. I’ll contribute. I’m sure those robes are hiding something I’d greatly enjoy partaking of without hesitancy.”

  Rolling my eyes, I release an exasperated sigh.

  “Does that usually work for you? If it does, I’m sad for those women, you, and any future bed partners you’ll have. I’ll pass. Thanks.”

  “It’s inevitable. Why not accept it sooner than later?”

  “No, that makes no sense. I’ll take care of any ... needs I have without your help. Than
k you.”

  In a flash, he’s standing next to me and running his fingers up my side then over my breast without touching me. when his hand glides down then slowly sways, I find my body reacting to the motion. I’m swaying and I feel him. I don’t know how in the hell I do, but I feel him stripping me. I then feel him sliding his full length into me. The girth of him has me squirming uncomfortably until he takes one of nipples into his mouth. The other nipple is between his fingertips. My breathing increases as he begins to move above me.

  “Do you feel how good I shall make you feel when you stop fighting our future? Do you know what I’ve already accepted? You see that you are my last bedmate, correct? You see how perfectly we fit together and how willing your lips are to have me between them?”

  My eyes are open and I am fully clothed but I still see and feel everything. I smell the scent of our bodies joining. I know his woodsy, masculine scent as it wraps around the floral undertone of mine. As he rocks up into me, I know with every fiber of my being what this is going to feel like. I know when I crest, he will join me and ask me one question.

  “You know it, don’t you?” he asks me as his hands glide around to the back of my body.

  I feel him squeezing my ass cheeks as he pumps into me. The way he moves has him perfectly connected pelvis-to-pelvis as he rubs my g-spot and I’m falling. His lips meet mine then his tongue parts them and he’s kissing my breath away while riding out my first orgasm.

  I feel slight relief as I turn my head then shake it. A piercing pain in my right nipple has me arching into him. In my mind’s eye, I feel what feels like a nail driving through my body. What I realize is he’s pierced my left nipple with his nail. A ring his being placed within the hole after he thoroughly suckles the injured area. He lifts my head and has me clean his left nipple and a similar ring is placed there. Both have an aquamarine jewel hanging from them. I realize as I look into his eyes that the gems match his in color and tone. Upon further thought, I note that my own eyes are the same color.

  He speaks a few words then waves his hand in front of my left nipple. In my mind’s eye, the area heals and I can concentrate on him repeatedly pumping into me. As his tongue runs over the ring, he stills inside of me then a deep groan signals his release. I feel him pouring into me and it sets me off into a tailspin of ecstasy. I feel not one but two simultaneous orgasms before I float back down to my body.

  When I open my eyes, I’m staring into his and he’s smiling at me. The first actual physical touch I feel from him is when he takes my breast in his hand and flicks the nipple. It is then that I feel what I shouldn’t.

  “What the hell? How the ...?”

  “Hello, Abigail Simone, wife of Stefanos Nico Priates. Welcome. I’ve been awaiting your arrival.”

  “No. I’m no one’s wife. Did you just perform some form of ritual that binds us or something?”

  “Our ceremony has been performed and consummated. You shall bear many children. One to come soon.”

  He says these words as he pats my belly before walking away. I hear the tinkling laugh from the fairy then.

  Click-click ... tap-tap ... click-click ... tap-tap

  The noise works its way into my dream. I have no idea what the noise is exactly but my brain shifts it and interprets it as someone tapping on a window. Suddenly, in my dream there is a woman in a magenta colored dress with pale skin and soft pink lips. Her hair is streaked purple, pink, and blue. The undertones are jet black and so are her eyes. At first they were a welcoming sky blue, but the longer our gazes connected, the darker her eyes became. Now, they reflect a darkness darker than the night sky.

  As I watch her, she rhythmically taps her nails on the window. The sound is a result of her tapping only two of the nails on her left hand. The steady way she keeps her focus on me as she taps makes me uneasy. It takes a great deal of effort on my part but I’m able to finally pull my gaze away from hers.

  Click-click ... tap-tap ... click-click ... tap-tap

  Chapter ??

  The Priätés

  Abigail

  The king practically tripped over himself to greet them as they arrived.

  “Oh, you’re here,” he stated in an overzealous way that annoyed her.

  “Yes. Funnily enough, we are,” she said in the haughty yet bored tone (the fairy) was all too familiar with.

  “Behave,” (the fairy) muttered as she changed her form to a more human one.

  She’d heard the current king was getting on in years and wanted him to be as comfortable as possible when they presented their ideas and requested his assistance. She knew full well just how Abigail felt about the king and the plan to request the king lend a hand in this more than personal matter.

  “What? How is that funny?” the king’s advisor asked but was promptly ignored.

  “Welcome. Welcome, my dears. We’ve been most excited to make your acquaintances.”

  “Some of us,” the advisor mumbled, but was clearly heard by both (the fairy) and Abigail.

  “Believe me, the feeling is mutual, Peon.” Abigail kept her eyes on the man but directed her next words to (the fairy). “Why are we here?”

  (the fairy) hadn’t thought it was possible but she sounded even more bored than she had only a moment ago. It was a shock to her ears. She hadn’t known that was humanly possible. Well, not exactly human. She was a fairy, of course. Still, prior to this time spent with Abigail, she hadn’t met a soul who sounded as bored as the witch did.

  “I’m sorry. Are we boring you?” a handsome gentleman questioned.

  Without missing a beat, Abigail exclaims, “Finally! Someone who paid attention to my resting bitch face.” She clasps her hands beneath her robes then turns to face (the fairy). “Yes, I am bored out of my head. This here, I didn’t sign up for.”

  “Technically, you didn’t ‘sign up’ for any of it. Yet, here we are and yes, we are staying because someone very important to you needs this.”

  “It’s not me, so why do I care?” she asks before waiving her hand.

  Before (the fairy)

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  Unsure

  Stephanos

  A

  t the center of the city was a tree with fiery red leaves that burned white out. To the naked eye it looked a regular tree. It took the eye of a majestic creature to see the beauty of it. Just like it took the same type of eye to see Root. Root is one of the guardians of the realm. He is of the Barktree lone line of people. They've been protecting the lands since the 1st of the majestic kind tapped the column of his body and breathed life into him. Limb is his partner in protection. They are the first line of defense. They keep the non-majestic out as well as those who would attempt to do harm to the majestic one. It is also their place to know who exits the realm and for what purpose.

  "You are of greatness, we mustn't allow you to pass."

  Chapter ??

  The Golden Angel

  Abigail

  A woman with two different tones to her hair walks towards me. There is a regal ere to her stride. She walks as if she knows she owns the land she walks on. For all she knew the woman could actually be the owner of these foreign lands. The lands were as foreign to her as the air she was breathing. It was cold and wrought with desolation and despair.

  As the woman drew nearer to her, she could see the same coldness in the woman’s eyes. Her hair looked as if she wore a crown made out of fire and ice at the top. The hair that wasn’t in the ponytail hung in ringlets that framed her face and covered her shoulders. There was so much to take in from this woman.

  Her beauty was more than one soul could dare to comprehend. It was angelic practically mystical in and of itself. The woman’s grace could not be matched by another. The clothes gracing her body were of a peculiar style as well as material. It wasn’t one she recognized. It was much finer than anything she’d seen.

  When she was no further than three arm lengths away, the woman was no longer a stranger to her. She was all too familiar unwan
ted.

  “Time?”

  “Gail. You do recognize me? I thought you didn’t recognize me. I would’ve been thoroughly wounded and forever disappointed had you not realized your old friend had arrived. You should greet me as an old friend does.”

  One moment the tall beauty was still a few feet from her and in the next instant she was embracing her. The gesture was foreign to her. Being embraced by someone who was at best classified as a frenemy made her uncomfortable. She didn’t know how to receive it. Her first instinct was to immediately cut off the contact. She didn’t. Her intent wasn’t to offend someone who was so powerful. It rolled off her in waves. Those with great power tended to give off that aura.

  On many occasions she’d been informed she was one who projected such an aura. It drew the powerful to her and the weak away. Those who were either brave or dumb struck idiots sought those beings out in an attempt to gain the power for themselves. They wanted the power for themselves.

  What most didn’t understand is the adjustment that has to happen when one comes into such power. Not every body would be worthy of such ability. Power such as hers, Time’s, and the one other she immediately thought of permeated every aspect of a person’s being. If she thought about it, she could sense her power in her bones, nerves, blood. It was in the very fabric of who she was. She’d been told some refer to that fabric as a soul. It was as good a name as any. Her soul reeked of power.

  Time had this same thing; this essence of power. She could practically taste it in the air surrounding her as they embrace. Time’s ability had a different note to it than an

  “You know the Shlong King is going to be here soon, right?" Cassie calls out as I work to get the right ingredients together for the potion I’m supposed to be working on. “Best way to describe him.”

  "The Schlong King? That’s what we’re going with, Cass.” Tossing the collected roots, I try to picture who she could be talking about. “Hold on, who exactly are we referring to and how in the hell did he get that name? This curious mind needs to know.”