"Mother?" I whispered. She frowned down at me and looked to Lord Leandros. "Leon, who is this?" I whimpered and took another step forward. "Mother, it's me."I looked from her black hair to her brows, her eyes, her nose, her lips, her frown. I couldn't be mistaken. I would recognize my mother if I saw her. Her features... All mine. Well except the hair and eyes but still, the resemblance was uncanny. "I'm afraid I do not know you child." She said, eyes taking in my appearance with... with... disdain and disbelief. Whispers grew around us but I tuned them out and looked at my mother, amidst tears. Looking closely, I froze. Her ears. The tips were pointed like every other Fae. Not mangled and irregular like I'd last seen it. Perhaps... She wasn't... I buried my mother. Alongside father. We buried her. I flowered her grave everyday and buried my father beside her. I flowered her grave! Until I couldn't afford flowers anymore. Yet... She was standing in

I took turns around Alfheim alongside Amilie who lead me to the first wing of Alfheim, clutching my mother's books in my hand(not sure why). It was like a sort of...tour. I had never really left my... room, save for training, the event and searching for a kitchen. I knew Alfheim was large but I didn't know how large. According to Amilie, there were five wings, with more than two hundred rooms in each. She explained that it was made originally for the Four Lords of each race, the High Lords of the Fae Court(partial residency because they still needed to be at their courts), the Lords of Lesser Fae Houses(also partial residency for the same reasons. It did amaze me that the four different races operated differently), the Royal family of humans, as they liked to be called and the Head Mages. That was a lot of people, i thought. She furthermore explained that Lord Leandros preserved the rooms and wings everyone used to occupy and left them as they were before the war separate

I'm here again. It's cold as usual. I shiver and rub my arms. For the first time in a long time, i can hear something happening behind me. How odd. The last time something happened behind me was when I watched both of them die and their blood stained the marble floors. I pause. Do I go forward or backwards? The sound of the whip cracked the air and I winced. If I go forward now there's a big chance I won't get to see what's happening behind me again. It won't hurt to go there first. I turn around and begin to walk. I don't recognize these walls. Neither can I look and focus on them for I'm running out of time. My ears pick up on laughter and music. Where am I? I move about in my night dress like I know where I'm going. Then I hear screams and shouts. My heart begins to race and my legs pick up their pace. I'm running in the direction of the screams, my bare feet slapping against the tiled floors. Suddenly I enter a grand hall. A lot of people are in here but my only focus in here is h

We rode for what felt like forever. It was all green and blue skies and birds chirping and the scent of flowers, far and near. Interesting as it was to listen to everyone talk--yes, everyone, Zephyros included-- and chip in a few things about myself, I was tired and sore from riding. I yawned half a dozen times and caught myself nearly falling off the horse. Speaking of Zephyros, he seemed different. He was his usual reserved, calm, unfazed and collected self but the coldness and hard look was gone from his eyes. As if he left them behind at Pendilor, the huge encampment where men were recruited and trained to join the army. It was also the border between Neradia and Elysium. Back to the point. Zephyros smiled easy and listened to them even if his eyes remained ahead. If you asked me, I'd say he even seemed...playful. I caught myself watching him most of the journey as he transformed from cold, prickly, stoic and distant to this pain in the neck. Morph and Bren's necks mostly since h

Zephyros, Bren and Morpheus sat outside, talking about war and numbers and weapons, and Vivi had pulled me into the tent she shared with Morpheus, alongside Nyx shortly after the conversation had taken such a turn. Vivi found the grim expression on my face hilarious and kept laughing at my discomfort while Nyx kept biting on her lower lip and stealing glances at Bren from the open flap of the tent. "You should go talk to him." I said, picking at my long white nails and flicking away invisible dirt from it. I had evened out the fine nails before leaving but they were growing uneven again, making my fine slender fingers seem a little unkempt. "I don't know what to say." She admitted with a defeated sigh and ran fingers through her brown hair. "You could start with apologizing." I offered and her lips formed a frown. "And what makes you think I'm at fault here?" Vivi folded her hands behind her head and relaxed as she watched the two of us.