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Kate sighed and
pulled her blond hair into a ponytail. It had been three weeks since
she’d woken in Kallaryn and met Quallen, the prince of the Faeries.
She remembered how she’d been sure she was dreaming the whole
ordeal at first. A couple of near death experiences later and
Quallen had finally been able to convince her she was actually there.
She glanced at the
novel on her bed. Every morning she woke up and found herself
disappointed she hadn’t been back to the fantasy world she read
about. She felt as though she should be there. Her hand moved to
the dark leather bracelet on her wrist. It was her only true
reminder that her adventures with Quallen hadn’t been a dream.
She smiled. Quallen.
He’d been so different than what she had imagined. Instead of
being a tiny flying man, he’d been, well, normal sized. And
strong. And brave. Oh, and his eyes… that smile. She blushed and
glanced around, hoping her brother Nate hadn’t caught her day
dreaming. He loved to tease her about it.
That’s what the Elpards had called her. Somehow, she was able to
travel to a different world in her dreams. She had no idea what
happened to her body while she was away. She’d woken by the barn
the last time and while she’d been in Kallaryn for a week, she’d
only been away for a few hours here.
She gave the book one last look before running down the stairs to
here?” teased her brother.
Kate glared at Nate.
She’d made the mistake of telling him what had happened to her and
he hadn’t stopped making fun of her since.
“It was just a
“Ooooh. She called
Nate wrinkled his
nose at his sister who stuck her tongue out at him.
“Are you still
reading the same series, dear?” Kate’s mom put a plate of
pancakes in the middle of the table so everyone could serve
Kate nodded. “This
one I’m reading now is mostly about Veenata.” She tried not to
sneer as she said the water nymph’s name. Since Veenata had tried
to drown her, she was officially Kate’s least favorite character.
“She’s a water nymph. Actually, she’s an elf who was cursed to
live the rest of her life in the lake. She’s in danger this time.
There are a group of bad elves that want the lake for themselves and
are trying to kill her.”
Kate couldn’t help
a glance up the stairs to where her book was waiting for her.
“Your dad is out in
the pasture catching the new filly.” Her mother smiled as Kate
started to eat with more vigor. “What’s the plan today?”
“We’re going to
put the saddle on and run her in the round pen. She’s been doing
well with lunging. I think she’ll do fine.”
Nate rolled his eyes.
“And what are you
doing today, Nate?”
Jeremy at the skate park. He got a new board. I work at five
“Did you feed your
“Yes, I fed my
goats. I also fed the kittens and the dog. Kate can take care of
the rest.” He stood and drank his orange juice on the way to the
sink where he put his dishes. “I have my cell if you need anything
from in town.” Nate kissed his mom’s cheek and tugged on Kate’s
ponytail before jogging to his old half ton.
Kate finished her
pancakes and started out the door.
“Make sure you feed
the chickens and geese before you go play with the horses,”
reminded her mother.
“Will do, Mom.”
She ran to the chicken coop and made sure the menagerie of birds were
well fed and watered before heading for the barn.
“Can you grab the
32 inch cinch out of the tack room? She’s not as big around as I
thought she would be.”
She fetched the item
requested and made her way through the barn to where the round pen
was situated on the other side. Her dad was standing in the middle
of it, the black filly at his side. Her ears flicked from one
direction to another as she took in the sounds around them.
Kate smiled. This
was her favorite part of the day.
“Once we’re done
with her we’ll saddle up Winnie and Garth and go check on the herd
in the back pasture.” Her dad gave the filly a pat on the neck.
The entire day flew
by and before she knew it supper was over and she was in bed with her
reading light on. She pulled her laptop onto her lap and checked her
emails. Nothing. She’d been hoping she could find some
information the author of the Kallaryn books, but even with the
internet at her disposal, she’d found nothing.
Her mom poked her
head in the door. “Good night, Honey.”
She put the laptop
back on her desk and turned to her book.
“What are you
doing?” Veenata glared at the man standing on the sandy beach at
the edge of her lake.
evicting you.” The dark elf sneered and raised his hands to summon
the magic of the moon.
evict me! I’m cursed to stay here. If I leave the lake I die!”
The second elf
shrugged. “I don’t see how this is our problem. We need this
lake and we need it without a water nymph.
“What do you need the lake for?”
“If it was any
of your business, we would tell you. All you need to know is the
Faerie King sends his condolences but says you’ll be much happier
dead than trapped.”
King?” Veenata’s mind raced. Why in the blazes did Quallen’s
uncle want her lake?
The sky darkened
as the elf’s magic started to saturate the atmosphere.
Kate stretched with a
groan and yawned.
She sat up quickly.
“Quallen?” She spotted the Faerie Prince standing, shocked, at
the end of the bed. His violet eyes were wide with surprise and by
the state of his hair, he’d just woken up.
“What are you doing
here?” His shock turned to excitement and he rushed over to give
her a hug.
“I don’t know!”
She couldn’t stop smiling; she was finally back in Kallaryn. “I
was reading, I fell asleep, and here I am!”
“Is that how it
She shook her head.
“I don’t think so. I’ve tried it more than once and this is
the first time it’s happened since.”
Quallen held her out
at arm’s length and grinned.
She blushed. “What?’
She smoothed her hair and managed to hide her groan. “You may as
well get used to me with bed head. I think it’s always going to be
the first thing you see when I show up.”
He shook his head.
“You look wonderful. I’m just making sure you’re really here.”
He ran his hands through his own hair and laughed. “What have you
been doing? Tell me everything.” He lit a few more lamps and
brought over bread and jam.
“Not much, really.
Dad and I started training the new filly under saddle, my brother is
still annoying…” She shrugged. “That’s about it. What about
He sat beside her on
the bed. “I’ve been trying to find a clue as to what dragon
might have my mother’s ring, but so far, I don’t have a clue.
Did you happen to read about it?”
She shook her head.
“I’ve been doing some research about the author, you know, trying
to find out how he or she is getting their information, but so far,
I’ve found absolutely nothing.” She took a bite of her bread and
frowned. “I wonder why I came here in the middle of the night.”
“You didn’t. There’s a storm brewing outside. It came rolling
at an amazing speed. The lightning is phenomenal.”
Kate scrambled off
the bed and ran to the entrance to the cave. The clouds above her
completely blocked out the rising sun. The only source of light was
the flash of lighting that were going off across the sky merely
turned and ran into Quallen who had come to stand behind her. “We
need to get to Veenata.” Her mind was racing.
uncle.” Kate walked to the bed and motioned for him to turn around
so she could change. “He’s sent some sort of sorcerer to get her
out of the lake.”
“But she’ll die
if she leaves it.”
“We have to stop
them. I have a book at home. It explains the territories, the
plants, the magic; all of everything and anything that has to do with
Kallaryn. I don’t know if I’m right, but I think I know how to
stop this spell.”
Quallen was gawking
He shrugged. “I
was just thinking that you are fairly amazing. You do remember she
tried to kill you, yeah?”
She nodded. “I
still can’t just let her die.”
He smiled. “So,
what do we need?”
Kate bowed her head
and closed her eyes, running through the spell so she wouldn’t make
a mistake. “Two leaves from a green rose bush, the tongue of a
newt, the sap from a black fern, and a drop of goblin’s blood.”
She blinked. “Please tell me you know someone with a vial of
Quallen shook his
head. “How long does Vennata have?”
“I have no idea. I
mean, if that’s what happening, I think if the elf that set the
spell in motion is killed it will buy us a few hours, but Quallen,
he’s not alone.”
The Faerie prince
stood. “Stay here. I’ll be back shortly.”
Kate grunted in
protest and grabbed a handful of his tunic. “You are not leaving
me behind. I was sent here for a reason, Quallen, and it wasn’t to
stay sitting in your cave while you went out and got yourself killed.
Luthan said so. We’re connected. Where you go, I go.”
She closed her eyes
and thought as loud as she could. My Wella! I am here! If you
can, please meet me at Vennata’s lake! “You’re not leaving
me behind,” she repeated.
He rolled bright
violet eyes and turned around. “Fine.” He hid his grin before
she could see it. “It’s not much of an adventure unless I have
to save your life a few times, anyhow.”
~ ~ ~ ~
Kate smiled as they
jogged through the forest of florescent colored trees. It was
amazing how much she’d missed being here. Quallen glanced at her
“You look like
you’re happy to be here despite the circumstances.”
“I am.” She made
sure not to trip over a fallen tree before chancing a look at him.
His wings fluttered effortlessly and helped him glide over the same
tree she’d barely hopped over. “Cheater.”
He laughed. “I’m
glad you’re back, Kate.”
He hopped over
another tree in his path. “You’ve been practicing running?”
Kate nodded. “Just
in case I came back. I thought I was going to have a heart attack
with all the walking and running we did the last time.” She was
actually fairly proud of how well she was keeping up with him. She
knew her endurance had improved with all of her training but until
you were actually chasing a Faerie prince through the woods, it was
hard to judge just how much.
“Tell me more about
what’s about to happen.”
She took a deep
breath. “I have no idea, really. I was just reading the part
where the mages were starting the spell when I fell asleep.”
“What in the world
is my uncle up to?”
Kate was finding it
harder and harder to weave between the trees as the forest became
denser. It wouldn’t be much farther before they’d reach the tree
wall guarding the lake. She frowned.
“I thought anyone
with thoughts of harm towards the lake and Veenata couldn’t get
past the tree wall.”
“There’s no way those elves should have gotten in. They must be
powerful mages to have done so.”
They both reached out
a hand and touched the wall of trees in front of them. Kate grinned
as they spread to let the duo pass. Quallen crossed first, his hand
on his dagger should he need it. Kate wiped the rain out of her
eyes. The wind whipped her wet hair against her cheeks.
“Do you know which
side of the lake they were on?”
She shook her head.
close and low to the ground.” His whisper was lost in a boom of
pounded in her chest while the butterflies battled in her stomach.
Mud and dead leaves squished between her fingers as they crawled to
the edge of the lake to get a better view.
Veenata’s voice barely carried through the sound of the rain.
Quallen brushed wet
bangs out of his eyes with the back of his arm, his violet eyes dark
The dark elves
laughed and continued to chant.
“What should we
Veenata’s sobs made
Kate’s earlier resentment vanish. Quallen pulled an arrow from his
quiver and notched it on the string of his bow.
“Killing the elves
will buy us time?”
Kate nodded. “I
think so.” She flinched as lightning left the mages and shot
upwards into the clouds.
shot through the rain and impaled itself into the farthest elf’s
chest. His second shot took down the one closest to them. The third
elf threw himself to the ground and rolled behind a fallen tree.
Veenata turned toward them, relief clear on her face.
“Stay down, Kate.”
Quallen stood, his wet wings useless. He sprinted around the lake,
heading toward the last mage.