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The sun was setting, and she ran toward the failing light. She could
hear screeches, prayed it was her fairies doing the killing and kept going. She
would not last long, but hopefully, long enough to find that willow tree and
Carrick. Land stretched behind her, she shot through the field of long grass that
stretched her property. Keep going. She had to keep running. Although by now,
her run was more of a jog, but she wouldn t slow anymore. There was no time
to catch her breath; she had to get more fairies. There was that noise again, a
screech.
Fuck& It was much closer. She angled her path, aimed for the line of
trees dense enough to hide her. The last thing she needed was to be captured.
Of course, the ache that started in her side seriously slowed her down.
The trees added to her lack of sight as daylight dwindled. Another high-
pitched screech, she finally reached the shade of the trees. Running further
inland and stopping behind a huge oak. She bent as her side ached fiercely. Her
gasping was so damn loud she couldn t hear anything else, and her head
thumped along with her pulse.
Carrick& she whispered his name, looked around and took a few
steps. She was almost there. Another few minutes and she would see the tree,
another ten to get beneath it. It didn t matter that she was ready to collapse
from exhaustion or fear. The adrenaline was still pumping; she would use that
to her advantage. Brook grabbed her painful side, squeezed as she picked up
her speed. She loathed jogging.
Brook skidded to a stop. Holding her breath as the sounds of feet
crunching debris came closer. She would make it. She would make it.
Grinding her teeth, she took off again. She kicked hard against the
ground and charged past trees. She would make it; she screamed the words in
her head. Created a mantra and burst from the woods. Over the hill, she just
had to get over a green hill. Her fingers dug into cool dirt, some nails broke
under the strain as her heels pressed firmly against anything for leverage.
When the tree roots thinned out, she used sheer determination. She dug deeper
with her fingers, her breath erratic while she pulled herself higher. This was
not a damn hill. It was a fucking mountain. Higher, further, she could do this.
A warm hand wrapped around her ankle. It tugged as she glanced
backward. Oh, hell no& Trolls. Ugly mother fuckers. She used her free
leg to kick the face, sent it spiraling backward into more of them. They were
better climbers than she was. She looked upward, almost there. She was too
close to fail.
Carrick! she cried out, another hand grabbed her. This time, it also
snatched her other leg and yanked. The force separated her from the hill; she
fell backwards, screamed her fairy s name as she tumbled. Over and over she
rolled. Her back hitting the roots that once helped her. Pain burst through her
skull, dizziness threatened to tear her apart and then she skidded to a violent
stop. Rough dirt scraped exposed skin as she managed to shift to her back.
Staring up at the darkening sky did not lend her hope.
They were there. Ugly bastards had surrounded her. The skin around
their cat eyes was thick and clumped. Teeth filled with fangs, no hair to speak
of and one leaned down to her with a demonic grin. They had bodies like men
with shoulders, chests, arms, legs but they were smaller and out of proportion.
We ve caught you, Queen.
Feeling brave or maybe it was the hit to the head, Brook spit in its face.
Kiss my ass. Carrick would save her. Her fairy man would come to her
rescue and kill these things. Why was it suddenly darker? The sun was setting
too fast. Her eyelids drooped and consciousness faded away.
****
Carrick held his breath, watched as Thame took off into the sky. He
was the fastest flyer and the best tracker. He aimed for Brook s home, and his
head screamed with worry.
You cannot follow& Keyn spoke quietly from his side.
I have too& It was his love, his queen. The other fairies hand lay on
his shoulder to hinder his movements but also to render some comfort.
And& if it s a trap or worse, they could be attacking our land right
now. Flance and Bray could be in danger. If there s a large party then the other
will not be able to defeat them all.
Keyn was right. Focus left him; common sense was buried under his
heart-breaking worry. & If it is a trap& Thame is in trouble& Everyone
needed his help, and he was but one fairy. He wanted to send them to Brook
but then what of his kingdom? Carrick could not choose between his home and
his heart.
We should return home, check the border and Thame will contact you
quickly. He s the quickest of us all.
With a glance at the sky, his wings lifted him off the ground and Keyn
was by his side the entire time. He fought panic and hurtled toward home.
****
Thame left the King and never looked back. Not only was the queen
missing, but his friends. If the trolls or some disgusting humans tried to harm
them, he d give no mercy.
The sun warmed his skin as he travel past their home, which lay quiet
and at first glance, untouched. He flew further East toward Brook s dwelling.
The closer he came to her residence, the more prominent the smell of blood
became. He flapped faster; his eyes scanned the area as the roof of the house
appeared. It seemed undisturbed and then he heard the wail, the scream that
left his emotions exposed.
He raced forward, landed on the front lawn and found the remnants of
battle. Four trolls dead, fairy blood splattered the walls, and trailed inside. It
was inside the front door he heard another frantic cry and Mord s bloody face
jerked toward him.
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