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My heart is racing. We have never been in a situation like this before. What could possibly be happening out there in the world?
CHAPTER 2
It has been three days since Brog left, and he still hasn’t contacted us. We are all worried about what could be happening, but we have been so busy that we haven’t had much time to sit down and think about it. I feel the amethyst around my neck vibrate, a gentle colour radiating. These last few days have increased where nightmares are concerned. I could ignore the pleas, but that’s just not like me.
Holding the stone in my hand, I close my eyes. Instantly, a flash of what looks like fire appears in my mind. It looks like this person is dreaming about a fire. Prodding gently into their conscious, I see a teenage boy being held down by what looks like two black shadows. The boy is clearly the one dreaming, but I wonder where he got the idea of these dark shadows from.
Lifting my hands, I murmur the sounds associated to light. Brightening his dream, I then imagine a great big cloud moving in from above where these shadows are still holding down the teenager, and let the cloud open up and the rain fall down, washing away the flames. The shadows I see take a while to let him go, but as the dream brightens and the scenery starts to change, the shadows get sucked into the ground and disappear. When I am sure that he is once again sleeping in peace, I open my eyes to find Hope leaning against the door of my room.
“Another nightmare?” she asks, nodding towards my stone.
“Yeah, there have been so many lately,” I say as I lean back against my headboard, feeling the calmness of the colours around me.
“You know what I am finding?” Hope asks. “There have been more Fae lately who have needed my help than humans.”
That is interesting, as usually, Fae are not beings drawn to losing hope. All Fae are different in one way or another. Hope is ingrained in us from the day we are born.
“That’s not right, is it?” I ask.
“No, it’s not,” she says as she walks into my room. Hope is the firstborn and therefore the oldest of the five of us. Soon, her Fairy wings will make an appearance, and then she will get her full powers. We fairies don’t age like humans; we are considered teenagers still, and meanwhile, in human years, Hope would be seventy-five years old.
“Do you think it has anything to do with what is happening?”
“I d—”
“Brog is back. I saw him from my window,” Reality says as she runs past the door of my room. Hope and I look at each other and then run out of the room and after Reality. We are nearly at the bottom of the stairs when the front door opens and Drez and Trek are helping Brog inside, one on each side of him.
“Brog, you’re hurt,” Reality states worriedly.
“I’m okay. Nothing a little rest won’t cure,” he mutters, but he is pale and his massive strength has left him because of his wound.
“Take him to his room. I will take a look and see what I can do,” Hope says, which has the other two men leading Brog down the corridor to his room. When he is finally lying on his bed, Hope leans over him to pull his bloodied shirt aside, and then she gasps.
“What did this to you?” she asks. I take a step forward, as I can’t see from where I’m standing, and then gasp. There are what look like claw wounds on Brog’s chest and side. It looks like some big beast wounded him.
“I don’t know. It was like fighting shadows.” He closes his eyes in exhaustion.
“It’s looking enflamed,” Hope says as she probes around the deep wounds. “Dream, go get fresh water; Reality, bring clean clothes.” She looks around at Trek and Drez, who are standing to the side, awaiting instructions. “Please undress him. When you are done, call me back in,” I hear her instructing the men as I hurry out of the room.
I rush to the kitchen, finding Selina washing a bowl of fruit in the sink. We could say that Selina takes care of us in our mother’s stead. She’s an Elf with beautiful blonde hair that reaches the base of her back. Selina is a gentle soul, but I know that if push comes to shove, she can be as protective as any other Fae, if not more. “What’s the hurry, Dream? Whatever it is won’t run away,” she says with a calm smile.
“Brog has been hurt. Hope needs water to clean the wounds.”
Selina tenses, and I can see the worry on her features. She quickly leans down and pulls out a big glass bowl and starts to fill it with water.
“Go to my room. There is a wick basket under the bed. Bring it to Brog’s room. Go. I will take the water.”
I turn and hurry to Selina’s room. Entering, I see her semi-precious stones all around her room. Selina is the one who forged our stones when we were babies, as she has an affinity with them. I lean down and see the basket Selina was talking about. Pulling it out, I pick it up gently and hurry down the corridor towards Brog’s room.
Entering, I see that Brog has been placed under the covers. His chest is bare for all to see the gruesome wounds there. Hope is leaning over him, cleaning away the blood and dirt that might have accumulated in the wound while he made his way back to us. Selina is sitting on the other side of Brog, examining the wounds as Hope cleans them.
“Here you go.” I place the basket on the bedside table next to Selina and step back, bumping into someone. Looking over my shoulder, I gasp. “Oh, um, sorry.” I quickly move to the other side of the bed. I hadn’t seen Drez right behind me. I can feel my cheeks flaming with colour, as he didn’t say anything, just flashed me one of his eye-dazzling smiles. Drez is also a decedent from Elves. His features are perfect, with beautiful blue eyes and long blond hair.
I feel an elbow to my side. I turn to look at Love as she leans towards me to whisper in my ear. “Stop drooling.” I tense. Oh, she definitely knows that I have a crush on Drez. I glare at her and then look towards the bed where I see Selina opening her basket to reveal various small vials. Each one of them contains different substances of different colours. I make sure to keep my eyes away from Drez. I would die from embarrassment if he knew I fancied him.
“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry,” Brog says as he opens his dazed eyes. “I will start to mend in no time.”
“When did this happen?” Selina asks in her calm voice.
