Ch. 42
“Melancholy”
I feel my heart races. As much as I want to explore this growing power in me, the last thing I want to do is test on one of my friends, especially Oana.
“Tick tock, Mihaela.” Oana glances to the door. “Farrah is moving quickly. She is almost past the kitchen.”
“Fucking, witch.” I move close to her, studying her high cheekbones and the life shining in her icy eyes. “If I hurt you, I am out, and that is it.”
I take a deep breath and exhale. I close my eyes and reach. Thinking of Oana’s long black hair, her delicate features, her pale skin. I reach into my own mind, it is quiet, but in the far corner I see a flash on blue. I peek one eye open, Oana eyes are still icy, but darker than before. Shit. I retreat back in and start running after the blue in my dark mind. My feet are pounding against the black floor. My mind is dark, not like white before, and is so quiet. My breathing starts to increase. Where is Kiza? Where are all the voices that constantly scream within, I arrive? My legs ache has I come within reach of the blue. Much like the penumbra of a shadow, not quite there. My move my hand to it, once my fingers past through it, I feel a jolt.
I’m no longer in my own head, my own mind, I am in Oana’s. Or at least I hope it is hers. I am overcome with my surroundings. I am within a meadow over tall grass that is blowing in the breeze, back and forth, back and forth. The sky is filled with the night sky and millions of stars doting along as far as I can see. I am hit with something that has me tumbling through the grass.
“Oh, Mihaela. Never underestimate the power of a witch and the power of her best friend.” Oana says through laughs.
“I still don’t like this.” I shrug her off and she falls into the grass with a big smile across her now rosy cheeks. “Hurry up and spill. There is no telling what we look like outside of here.” I sit up and pull my knees close to me.
“You’re no fun sometimes.” She tilts her head up to the stars and closes her eyes. “Shapeshifters are descendants of fae. Which honestly is not that surprising. Given that shifting is a source of magic. Why it is not common knowledge or even commonly spoken about is questionable. But that means every shifter has fae blood pumping through their veins. How much varies, though.”
Every shifter. Why wasn’t this common knowledge? Is that why some shifters have more powers than others. Is that why Mother and I have the powers we have? How much fae blood do we have?
“I, promise, double, pinkie, even shifter promise, we will discuss this in more detail.” Oana stands and runs her fingers over the deep green gown she is still wearing, pieces of grass falling back to the ground.
I look around and noticed that the stars are starting to fade.
“I need to tell you something very important because you need to know before it can be used against you.”
The sky starts to turn black. A purple like cloud starts to moving through the grass.
“This is just a guess, but I have a feeling, my witch intuition, you could say.”
Lady Mihaela…
“During some of my research for your Mother. I found out some interesting thing in fae history, fae background, fae mating…”
The cloud is moving so quickly through the grass.
“I don’t think it was coincidence you found that mortal vampire…fae man in all of the endless forest…the first time you were able to wonder past the walls…”
No. The cloud hits me, and I am knocked down, yet again, but not my Oana, by Kiza, my beast form.
Oana's voice is distant and slipping away. "Faes... have... mates."
The predator purple eyes staring straight at me. Fangs are the only thing I see as my world becomes black and everything else fades. I feel the heat of its breath on my neck. Saliva dripping on my cheek. Oana’s voice is long gone. The stars are no longer glowing with a sense of dreamy clearness. The screams of creatures, people, and the world fills my skull. Cold. I feel so cold.
GET. OUT.
Kiza’s voice is all I hear as the fangs, the fangs of my beast run along my neck.
I feel my body fall, I am falling.
My head hits something hard, with a thud.
My eyes flutter. Everything is spinning.
“What are you girls doing?” The voice booms around me.
A clap of hands, and everything becomes clear.
I fell and my head hit the armoire. I feel Oana’s hands around my arms, pulling me up. My head spins. I see some blue, different than the penumbra, no it’s a person and the look mad.
“We are just having a little fun and a little too much Opium poppy it looks like.” Oana says pulling me onto my feet. My head throb. This brilliant witch.
Just tell Mother’s guard we are high as shit and not that I was literally just inside your mind, reading your thoughts, or that I even used my mind to make you come to me like a puppet. No, we are just high. Nyx, Opium poppies taste like boar shit anyway.
Ch. 42
“Melancholy”
I feel my heart races. As much as I want to explore this growing power in me, the last thing I want to do is test on one of my friends, especially Oana.
“Tick tock, Mihaela.” Oana glances to the door. “Farrah is moving quickly. She is almost past the kitchen.”
“Fucking, witch.” I move close to her, studying her high cheekbones and the life shining in her icy eyes. “If I hurt you, I am out, and that is it.”
I take a deep breath and exhale. I close my eyes and reach. Thinking of Oana’s long black hair, her delicate features, her pale skin. I reach into my own mind, it is quiet, but in the far corner I see a flash on blue. I peek one eye open, Oana eyes are still icy, but darker than before. Shit. I retreat back in and start running after the blue in my dark mind. My feet are pounding against the black floor. My mind is dark, not like white before, and is so quiet. My breathing starts to increase. Where is Kiza? Where are all the voices that constantly scream within, I arrive? My legs ache has I come within reach of the blue. Much like the penumbra of a shadow, not quite there. My move my hand to it, once my fingers past through it, I feel a jolt.
I’m no longer in my own head, my own mind, I am in Oana’s. Or at least I hope it is hers. I am overcome with my surroundings. I am within a meadow over tall grass that is blowing in the breeze, back and forth, back and forth. The sky is filled with the night sky and millions of stars doting along as far as I can see. I am hit with something that has me tumbling through the grass.
“Oh, Mihaela. Never underestimate the power of a witch and the power of her best friend.” Oana says through laughs.
“I still don’t like this.” I shrug her off and she falls into the grass with a big smile across her now rosy cheeks. “Hurry up and spill. There is no telling what we look like outside of here.” I sit up and pull my knees close to me.
“You’re no fun sometimes.” She tilts her head up to the stars and closes her eyes. “Shapeshifters are descendants of fae. Which honestly is not that surprising. Given that shifting is a source of magic. Why it is not common knowledge or even commonly spoken about is questionable. But that means every shifter has fae blood pumping through their veins. How much varies, though.”
Every shifter. Why wasn’t this common knowledge? Is that why some shifters have more powers than others. Is that why Mother and I have the powers we have? How much fae blood do we have?
“I, promise, double, pinkie, even shifter promise, we will discuss this in more detail.” Oana stands and runs her fingers over the deep green gown she is still wearing, pieces of grass falling back to the ground.
I look around and noticed that the stars are starting to fade.
“I need to tell you something very important because you need to know before it can be used against you.”
The sky starts to turn black. A purple like cloud starts to moving through the grass.
“This is just a guess, but I have a feeling, my witch intuition, you could say.”
Lady Mihaela…
“During some of my research for your Mother. I found out some interesting thing in fae history, fae background, fae mating…”
The cloud is moving so quickly through the grass.
“I don’t think it was coincidence you found that mortal vampire…fae man in all of the endless forest…the first time you were able to wonder past the walls…”
No. The cloud hits me, and I am knocked down, yet again, but not my Oana, by Kiza, my beast form.
Oana's voice is distant and slipping away. "Faes... have... mates."
The predator purple eyes staring straight at me. Fangs are the only thing I see as my world becomes black and everything else fades. I feel the heat of its breath on my neck. Saliva dripping on my cheek. Oana’s voice is long gone. The stars are no longer glowing with a sense of dreamy clearness. The screams of creatures, people, and the world fills my skull. Cold. I feel so cold.
GET. OUT.
Kiza’s voice is all I hear as the fangs, the fangs of my beast run along my neck.
I feel my body fall, I am falling.
My head hits something hard, with a thud.
My eyes flutter. Everything is spinning.
“What are you girls doing?” The voice booms around me.
A clap of hands, and everything becomes clear.
I fell and my head hit the armoire. I feel Oana’s hands around my arms, pulling me up. My head spins. I see some blue, different than the penumbra, no it’s a person and the look mad.
“We are just having a little fun and a little too much Opium poppy it looks like.” Oana says pulling me onto my feet. My head throb. This brilliant witch.
Just tell Mother’s guard we are high as shit and not that I was literally just inside your mind, reading your thoughts, or that I even used my mind to make you come to me like a puppet. No, we are just high. Nyx, Opium poppies taste like boar shit anyway.
