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“Maybe it’s your psychic powers,” Griffin said with a shrug.
She placed her palm on the tree, and it sank inside. Giving us one last glance, she charged forward, disappearing into the tree. The rabbit looked back and hopped in behind her.
Rohan was next, and then Griffin and Emily. I went through last, but that made the fae realm no less spectacular.
If there were one word I could use to describe this realm, it would be colorful. More so than the human realm. And everything seemed to be wild and natural, tying together with the surrounding environment.
I stepped into their world onto a bright cobblestone walkway, the color of lavender or periwinkle. Hell, I didn’t know the name, only that it was a light purple. Emily would probably know the name of the tint.
The fae gathered in the town square to celebrate Beltane. Wooden carts littered the streets, selling various goodies: food, jewelry, the typical things you’d see at a festival. Well, aside from the magical items.
Fae were beautiful creatures. Their skins were different colors, ranging from light pinks and purples to shades of blue and green, yellow, and orange. Basically, any color of the rainbow—though most fae had skin that was lighter, more… pastel? Again, Emily would know the correct terminology.
Their hair was just as colorful, if not more interesting, than their skin. In a weird way, it was balanced. Some had pea-green skin and dark green hair, making them blend in with their natural surroundings. One fae had pale blue skin that blended in with the sky, and thick white hair, like tufts of clouds. No matter the combination, everything was connected with nature.
Many of the fae appeared friendly, greeting us with smiles and warm touches. But anyone who knew about the fae knew that they were mischievous and manipulative. They loved to toy with humans and other supernatural creatures.
Those who didn’t use us as playthings avoided us, believing us to be “lesser beings” who had a repulsive scent and a weird appearance. Yeah, try looking in the mirror. We were like animals to them, and they stayed away. But worse than that were the fae who gawked at us like sideshow attractions.
Rohan said he needed to speak to a woman named Autumn, and he’d be right back.
“Anyone want a bite to eat while we wait?” Ember asked. “If they take U.S. dollars, I’ll pay.”
We found out the fae realm does not, in fact, take our money. Luckily, we came across a merchant who was willing to trade for our money because he frequented the human realm and could use the cash. He offered us a bright pink dessert that was made with a native fruit. It smelled like a berry croissant, and my mouth watered when he handed us each our own.
“Should we get one for Rohan?” Emily asked, always thinking of others.
Griffin shrugged. “What if he doesn’t like sweets?”
On the count of three, we each took a bite. Flavors exploded into my mouth, and I savored every bite. It was warm and soft and tasted like it was fresh from a bakery. The fruit was sweet, like strawberries but without the hint of tartness.
We’d just finished eating—including our plates as they were made from an edible leaf that had a perfectly contrasting salty flavor—when Rohan ran over to us, shouting, “No!”
“Never eat food from the fae realm,” he said, his voice trembling.
I glanced around at the others whose faces were doe-eyed and shocked. “Why not?” Emily asked.
“It’s rumored that once you eat from the fae realm, you’ll never be able to leave.”
“What!” Griffin barked out. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I thought you knew! Just about every supernatural knows that.”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Well, we didn’t.”
“Maybe it isn’t true?” Rohan shrugged, his face deceiving his encouraging words. “Drink some of the healing water from the pond when you collect it. Perhaps, it will heal you from the magic.”
“Speaking of which,” Ember said, stepping forward and holding out one of the vials. “Where is the pond?”
Rohan gestured to a path that led into the woods. “Somewhere over there, from what Cove explained.”
We headed down the trail, Ember muttering, “Why does it always have to be in the woods…” as we became fully enveloped by trees, the festival no longer visible.
After walking for about 10 minutes, we reached a clearing that had a beautiful crystalline pond surrounded by lush and vibrant green foliage. The pond had a blue glimmery haze that hovered over the water like steam.
“This must be the healing pond,” I said, knowing everyone was thinking the same thing.
Ember pulled out the vial and popped off the cork lid. She held it under the water, and she corked it once it was filled. The vial had a luminescent appearance with the healing liquid inside.
