Curiosity killed the Fey...* * *"I dreamed a dream in time gone by," Hailey sung under her breath as she scrubbed the floor. "When hope was high and life worth living."She pulled at the leather slave collar around her neck. No matter how she moved her head, it always seemed to dig into her chin or collarbone. She considered trying to get it off again, but didn't want to be caught trying.Again."I dreamed that love would never die," She continued singing quietly. "I dreamed that God would be forgiving."Bracing herself, she plunged the rag into the ice cold water to rinse it out. She winced, then started on the next section of floor. "Then I was young and unafraid, and dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, no song unsung, no wine untasted."Hailey felt a few tears collect at the corners of her eyes. This wasn't how her life was supposed to turn out. She was supposed to be at college, or starting her career, or maybe marrying and settling down. Anywhe
"How DARE you treat her like that!" The dragon shouted as he placed himself between her and her owner - no, her former owner. She was momentarily confused. He almost looked like he was trying to protect her."I'm giving her to you," Her owner said. "A life for a life. My debt of honor is repaid so don't even think of trying to collect."A low growl escaped the dragon's throat and her former owner looked terrified. He backed up as fast as possible without losing face until he hit the doorway, then turned and fled the room. The dragon growled after him for several seconds while flexing his claws like he was itching to use them. Finally, it turned around to look at her.She flinched."Are you okay?" it asked. There was a surprising note of concern and care in its voice. Plus, now that he didn't look livid he seemed much more... human? Personable?"Um, yeah," Hailey replied."Don't worry, he's not as scary as he looks," A woman with flame red hair said."Well, sometimes his breath is," A
The Herald broke the silence."Elder Goman is just through here," The Herald said indicating an ornate wooden door."Let's go." he said without meeting her gaze. The guilt rolling over their bond was so strong it was almost palpable, and it had that dark edge to it that just didn't feel natural.Come to think of it, she'd felt this darkness from him several times over the last week or two. It clung to his thoughts like ugly to a troll, but it was a subtle thing too; insidious, pernicious. There was no denying the darkness behind it though...Then the thought slipped from her mind.* * *Beth followed Ethan and Alana as they followed the herald to meet this Elder Goman person. Ever since the fight, the dark halo around Ethan's head had grown larger, thicker, and darker. It looked even more evil, if that was even possible.The creeping roots from the dark halo - which before had originally struggled to find purchase on his head - were now securely fastened and had started winding their
Ethan jumped up from his seat. The darkness surged over his thoughts, making his temper rise along with the volume of his voice. "I don't want to fight Lord Delmar or the black dragon. I'm not... I'm just not strong enough.""Ethan—" Alana started to say."No," he said rather more loudly than he intended as darkness settled over his thoughts again. "Look, everyone seems to think I'm this great guy, but I'm not. I filet people alive when I lose my temper and there's a part of me that actually likes it. I am NOT your savior. I couldn't save Beth, I couldn't stop myself from trying to kill the Arena champion, and I certainly can't save a whole kingdom.""Ten," Elder Gomans said."What?""There are ten kingdoms you need to save," Elder Goman said."I can't do this okay!" Ethan nearly shouted. "I'm not your Jesus okay? I'm not your fucking messiah! I'm a broken wreck of a man who's barely holding it together."His anger abated only to be replaced with a black sense of despair. "I'm not fit
"So it is his fault?" Elder Goman asked. There was no blame in his voice; he merely wanted to know the facts.Alana considered for a moment before nodding her head. "If he would've kept his cool, I think Beth would still be alive. I don't think it's really his fault; he certainly didn't mean to, but..."She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence."What others do can hurt us; but what we do ourselves truly breaks us," Elder Goman said with a sigh."What do I do?" Alana asked. "He's such a good man and I don't want this to ruin him."Elder Goman leaned back in his chair and put his fingertips together. "It's easier to mend a broken egg than a broken heart. You didn't cause the damage, so you can't repair it.""I thought if I told him how I felt it might..." Alana blinked trying to hold the moisture at the corner of her eyes at bay. "I thought he might see that at least some of us knows he's a good guy."Elder Goman smiled kindly. "Believe it or not, I think it did help. I think h
He raised an eyebrow. "Someone of your birth parents' stature can't keep things like this a complete secret, no matter how hard they tried.""You won't tell anyone will you?" Alana pleaded."Your secret is safe with me," Elder Goman assured her.She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Thank you.""You are welcome, but you should tell Ethan. Secrets like this have a way of tearing relationships apart if kept for too long.""I know it's just..." she sighed. "People have a way of treating me differently when they find out.""I'm not surprised given your parentage," Elder Goman said. "But you can either choose to continue living a lie with Ethan; or you can tell him the truth. Either way, if he finds out before you tell him it won't bode well for your relationship.""I know.""You've lived your entire life as Alana Tarihowen, daughter of simple staff growers." He locked eyes with Alana, "But your birth family's name isn't a curse... Alana Kalon."She smiled weakly. "T
And there was a steel gray dragon.It laid unmoving at the bottom of the ravine. His arms, legs and wings were flopped on the ground and he looked decidedly the worse for wear. There were small patches of scales missing from his hide and those places had dried blood caked on. The dragon's wings were clearly cut in a few places and they lay limp against the ground instead of being tucked up against his body."You see it?" Prayle whispered from twenty feet behind Taloni.She nodded."What do you think?" Prayla asked.The Fey bit her lip; there was something odd about this dragon. Every dragon that she'd ever heard about was described a vicious monster. They were primal forces of nature that fought tooth and claw to survive at any cost. But this dragon didn't seem to fit that description."Is it safe?" Prayla whispered.Taloni beckoned her forward and Prayla appeared at her elbow moments later."Is it dead?" She asked.Taloni shook her head. Even from this far away, she could tell the dr
Rachel stepped over to Alana and put an arm around her shoulder. "We'll find him and he'll be fine. Ethan is one of the toughest men I've ever met; I can't imagine him getting into trouble he can't get out of.""I hope you're right," Alana replied, then turned to Serif. "You've been awfully quite; time to weigh in."Serif's face was unreadable as he replied. "Ethan could be in trouble, but there's no way to know for sure.""A response without an answer," Rachel observed."Insufficient data does not compute," he replied."Thank you mister Spock," Hailey rolled her eyes. Everyone else looked at her blankly, so she continued. "It's from a TV show- Nevermind, I agree with Alana. He might be in trouble.""We need to take the Argo and go find him," Alana insisted."Would that be a prudent course of action?" Serif asked. "If Ethan decides to return to us, he'll likely return to the Argo.""And if the Argo isn't here, we could be looking for each for months," Rachel finished. "Good point.""P