Gera
Hazel curled into a ball, and let the tears have her. It had been years since I’d seen her this way. My heart ached as I thought back to when I first came to protect her. This was how I found her more often than not. I guess losing your family is hard when they’re a family worth losing. I couldn’t relate to the love she had for her parents, but I could certainly understand the pain.
“Hazel, sweetheart, let's talk. Please sit up.” I gently coaxed her, stroking my hand along her back. I couldn’t believe she slapped me, she’d always been such a gentle creature. So much so, that even with all the power inside of her I feared she would not be able to protect herself. Maybe she had more backbone than I gave her credit for. A little thrill of pride went through me.
I was unsurprised that I slapped her back, retaliation was a perfectly normal and acceptable part of life for me. I still regretted the decision. She was lashing out because she was in pain, if I wer
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3rd Person Point of View Marica stood atop the mountains looking over the world she hated. It wasn’t anything special, she hated all the worlds and realms she visited. She positively buzzed with the power she had taken from others, particularly the wretched creature that was technically her niece. Her power was so intense, and the pathetic girl had no idea how to use it. She looked out over the landscape lamenting the fact she did not have more of it. She felt the interruption in the air as someone materialized beside her. “You’re here.” She complained with no feeling. “I am.” His voice sounded odd, but she supposed that was natural when it was pushed through the filter of someone else's body. She looked over at him, agitated that she needed to pay him any attention at all. Her mother told her she must work with him, but she resented the deal from the moment it began. She may peel the wings off the lowly fae but to step inside another person's body an
3rd Person Point of View “It’s been such a long time sister, I thought you’d never try to come home. Did your darling niece finally tire of you and send you on your way?” Marica taunted Gera as she paced the space in front of the portal, trying to block Gera from entering. “It wasn’t that so much as I missed my family, you know how well I love my mother and my eldest sister, besides, the nymph is your niece as well.” Gera gave her a taunting look, doing her best not to glance toward the trees she knew Hazel and Garreth were hiding in. "Don't remind me, how pathetic it is to be related to a nymph." She gave her a calculating look. "I cannot tell which is worse, having a wood nymph for a sister, or a shifter. Oh god, you even stink like her and her wolf, which is somehow worse than your natural aroma. I'd hoped that would fade by now." Gera focused on breathing normally, when had she stolen a heightened sense of smell? She shouldn't be able to sm
3rd Person POV Marica woke just in time to see the effects of her dark magic at play. Garreth's hands tightened around Hazel's throat, her life moments from leaving her. At first, she wanted to laugh and relish the moment. Blood vessels burst in her eyes and the utter look of fear on her face was a wonderful sight to wake up to. She lifted her hands to call off the assault. When Garreth met her eyes she placed a spell on him that would cause him to attack the ones he loved most. It was a fancy trick she'd picked up from an Unseelie fae she'd murdered and drained of her powers. It was no easy feat to take the powers of a fae with no wings, but Marica found a way once she had enough stolen power. Panic sparked in Marica’s eyes as Garreth continued to wring the life out of the sweet little nymph that had saved him from himself. Marica screamed as she looked at the cage around her, she’d seen and made many of these cages but this was the first one strong enough t
I followed after my aunts wondering how exactly my life had gotten so screwed up. I mean, it was always bad, but this was something different. The one person I’d loved and trusted more than anyone else had betrayed me in more ways than I could count. My throat ached from my mate attempting to choke me to death, a gift from my other aunt. She was as evil as they came and much like her sister pretended to be there for me, to help me to achieve her wicked ends. I thought of my kind and beautiful mother and wondered how similar she was to her wicked sisters. The forest floor was icy cold beneath my feet and yet it was the warmest part of this moment. I followed Gera and Marica for so long my magic slowly puttered and then gave out. Garreth fell from my grip and landed hard against the ground. I dropped beside him, running my hands over his face. I needed him to open those beautiful golden amber eyes and make everything in my life right again. “Hazel, I have to lo
Garreth Pain, bursting explosive pain, shattered through my mind. My skull felt like it was split down the middle. I reached my hand out to touch the spot I was sure would be broken and was amazed to find the healed skin over the top of it. Oh, right, werewolf healing. I had been hit so hard I forgot I was a werewolf for a minute. Beneath the healed skin was a raised ridge where the bone beneath it had broken. I couldn't open my eyes, and trudging through the darkness behind my eyelids was near impossible. What happened and where was I? Smells and sounds filled my senses. Home. I was in the packhouse. Hazel. Her sweet delicious scent wrapped around me and for a moment I felt peaceful. Our Luna was here. I was alive. Everything was okay. Then the memories came. Marica, Gera, my hands wrapped so tightly around the throat of the one person I never wanted to hurt, the same person I seemed to keep hurting despite my better intentions. I wanted to bl
*Thunk* a book collided with my head nearly knocking me out of the tree I was perched in. I grabbed onto a branch, shaking the changing leaves loose. A flurry of red swirled around me then fell back to earth. "Thanks," I muttered sarcastically as my beloved owl Gera, landed on the branch beside me. I rubbed the lump on my head absently, and she puffed up her snowy white feathers with a look that told me I should be grateful for what I got. I opened the book and smelled the lovely old book scent. The human library perfectly cultivated this one-of-a-kind aroma. This one was about bridges of the world and had a coffee stain on the cover. It wasn't necessarily the topic I would choose, but I was more than happy to absorb any information that had nothing to do with trees or wood nymphs. I couldn't exactly walk to the library myself, my wings might alarm the
Hazel I walked through the woods with Gera flying lazily beside me, the leaves crunched beneath my feet, and the cool breeze ruffled my long blonde hair. Autumn was my favorite time of year, the changing leaves made me feel so alive, ironic considering they were dying. The shortened days made for longer nights and the stars always made me feel less alone. The other nymphs favored spring, rebirth, new life, and all that. While it was a beautiful time of year it just wasn't for me. This part of the forest held a special place in my heart, these weren't nymph trees just regular non-magical ones that didn't mind my presence. They eminated life and freedom, there was no other life tied up in theirs beside the creatures who lived in their boughs. Envy and the unshakable boredom that dominated my days followed me, closer than Gera who flew near enough to be confused
Hazel I laughed in amazed disbelief. The magic was perfect, my wings were hidden, and I was free, for a few hours anyway. Gera looked me over, the concern was still heavy in her yellow eyes. "Go on, Gera. Have some fun, spend a few hours not worrying about me. I'll see you soon." I shooed her away, before I hopped out from behind the tree and started walking toward the sidewalk. "I better not see you watching overhead, either." I called over my shoulder as my feet hit the pavement. Pavement, I read a book about it once, interesting stuff, like stone you could spread. The buildings were shorter than the trees, but this was only a small town. I dreamed of going to a big city where there were buildings that touched the sky, skyscrapers sounded amazing, but this was pretty great too. I never stood in an open space like this before without trees encroaching on all