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Falling Through the Stars

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Chapter 1
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Trapped in a Living Dream
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Her hair was the colors of old warn down bricks; browns and blonds warned for dominance with red, she wore it curled and piled on top of her head to accent the bejeweled silver tiara that matched her black and silver high heels. Her eyes were the color of a sea caught in a raging storm blues and greens mixing to form a washed out hazel like color that was almost gray, they were her father's eyes. Even in her plainness she glowed. She looked up at her prom date and her happiness radiating from her like a tangible thing that moved along her skin. Her dress was had been picked out with such care, it's layered lavender and silver sheers clung to her willow frame as she stood still next to his side her smile as radiant as the sun as it sank below the tree line setting a golden pink glow to the world. She was perfect, almost angel like in her mortal form.
He was completely irrelevant but for the fact that he looked at her like she was a crown jewel, as if he would soak her in to his skin if he could just so she could be his forever.  He was almost oblivious to her parents who stood in the door way of the huge old house, her father's eyes nearly bursting with pride at his almost grown baby girl, his wafer thin wife's eyes were misting up with tears as she watched her child walk with her date to the car.
She looked more like her mother her hair the same color, her body the same shape, but there would always be that exotic tilt to her eyes that neither of her parents could explain. There would always be something about the way she moved as if she was dancing, something about the way she spoke as if she were singing, something that would always be off not quite true like she could dissolve and float away at any moment.
Her father hugged her mother tighter to his side reassuring her in a quiet voice that everything would be all right. His pride showing in his voice, she would listen and nod her head she would love him she would love her daughter more than she ever had the right to be loved.

            They were mine and they would never know it.

            Rage boiled through my blood making my hands clench in fists at my sides as I watched the thing drive past me her eyes going wide with a fear she could never explain. I knew the reason for her fear it was instinctive for their kind when they saw the being that they took the place of. A fear that was born of being replaced their lives stolen when they really had no right to it in the first place. She would feel it for a while, and it kind of made me feel a twinge of joy in my heart, her night wouldn't be so perfect after all she would always be looking for me unknowingly.
         I smiled sadistically at that thought and then realized I was acting like the others and regretted it, my lament was what made the rage dim and then disappear all together. I didn't want to be like them, I didn't want to feel like it would be righteous justice if I went over and tore her apart and let the thing's pieces fall to the ground at my feet. I wouldn't show them what that thing really was because to do that I would have to shatter their living dream and that would in turn shatter them. The light of his pride would go out of his eyes, and her love would wilt like a forgotten rose.
        For to be like them would make me useless I would lose myself, the fey blood would win. They cared so little for humans, to them they were just playthings that were a convenience. When they became an inconvenience they were destroyed or in my case forgotten, and in my book that made them evil. So instead of giving in I just stretched my hand out towards them, the parents I could never know, and let the slightly chilly wind work through me to caress their faces in a sad good-bye. This would be the last time I saw them, and they would be forever trapped in their living dream. I hoped it was a happy and good dream one that lasted their whole lives so they never learned the truth.
         "I love you, I will always love you even if you never know who I am," I whispered letting the wind carry my words to them to warm them for the moment. Then I turned and walked away deeper in to the forest my heart feeling like a cold iron weight in my chest burning me from the inside out.
         " You were right Beckitt," I whispered as I walked towards a fallen log that we'd been using for refuge these last few days. The days I'd been torturing myself with ideas that if I just told them that they could love me as they did the thing that replaced me. "I can't take that dream from them," I said sighing as I sat down by the base of the log my right hand coming up to gently pet the cat that sat on my shoulder. Her fur was silky and sleek under my palm and was mostly the color of snow except the black tiger like markings that ran down her spine and the orange of her tail. She purred so loud that she vibrated under my hand her head butting against my cheek trying to comfort me.
        "I'm sorry, I really wish I wasn't right, but they are human and they don't know you are gone," He said wrapping his orange and white fox tail around my throat as he leaned his frail body against my neck. "I know that if they knew you were gone they would move the heavens to get to you," His voice caught slightly as he spoke and my heart went out to him, I could never taste what he was feeling like I could with others. He was the only person who was a mystery to me, of course calling him a person was a kind of lose term.
         Beckitt was a fall sprite and my best friend in the entire world he was also my conscience at times, helping me out when I didn't know what to do next. His very appearance showed that he wasn't human though, the fact that he was ten inches tall aside, you could never mistake him as anything but what he was. His eyes were too large for his small face and the color of warm butterscotch, his body was as thin as a weeping willow branch and looked like it was covered in light brown bark with patches of green moss growing on it. His four wings were nothing but twigs that had half a dozen bug-eaten golden and red leaves attached sporadically like a child had glued them on with no pattern in mind. His hair was the color of the grass right before winter hit, a dull brown green that was always pulled back in a braid that went to his knees. Nestled in his hair were two fox ears that matched his foxtail, except they had a one spot of white on the right one. That was the reason no one wanted him, and the reason he was given to me. No one wanted an oddly color sprite.

              I'd fallen in love with him the second I'd laid eyes on him.

          He was given to me for my sixteenth birthday present, a gift from my master. I hadn't learned till later that someone had gifted Beckitt to the queen and she'd refused him and even ordered for him to be killed but my master had taken pity and given him to me. Beckitt was the one who'd dragged me back from my depression; he was the reason I was still here. I'd been fading away losing interest in the perfect world around me, losing my faith in myself. He'd brought happiness back into my life and into my eyes and for that I owed him my life. I would never be able to repay him the debt I owed.
        "You're too nice to me Beckitt," I said looking up at the sky lost in distant memories. "Why do you think they took me, I mean I've now seen what I looked like as a human and well I was rather plain why would they pick me over any other human?" I asked leaning my head towards him my hand still absently petting the cat.
        "Your beautiful weather you are human or changeling as you are now, you are beautiful, of course I think you're beautiful just because you're you, I've seen that thing who took your place and she can't hold a candle to you," I could hear the smile he was trying to suppress, it wasn't that he was trying to be mean or he found my worries or my pain amusing it was the fact that he knew this was an age old talk. It brought me comfort though knowing at least some things never changed.
         "Beckitt, it's going to rain," I said frowning at the sky that seemed to like pouring liquid when you least expected it. It wasn't like the rain in the Fey Wild it was cold and soaked you to the bone before you had the chance to get out of it. The wind came with it too and it felt like being in the presence of more than one winter fey. "We should find better shelter before it hits, the cat wasn't so excited about the rain," I said sighing as I got to my feet. I could feel Beckitt holding on to the bit of hair I'd separated for him with six glass beads and a leather cord he'd given me for my birthday. He said it had been my fathers, and that added with my name had led me out of the fey wild and in to the real world again.
       "Maybe we could find another one of those places that sell the sugared O's," He said shifting his weight so he could hold tighter to the cord. I winced as pain cramped my stomach and then it growled, Beckitt had explained that the feeling was hunger. I hated my self-knowing that he was hungry and in pain like I was.
        "Beckitt, do you regret coming with me?" I was almost afraid of his answer afraid he'd leave me but it would be better that way. I really should have left him with one of the other girls in the master's horde, but I hadn't been able to bring myself to do it because they would have treated him like a pet again instead of the intelligent being he was.
          "No! Why would you think that?" His voice sounded panicked as he spoke by my ear. I suppressed a smile as I imagined the way his eyes would go wide and shocked and how his ears would lay back on his head and his tail would bristle. "I'm staying here by your side you can't get rid of me as easy as you could the others," He humpfed and settled down leaning against my neck, I could feel his ankles crossing over each other his little brown leather boots digging in to the skin of my shoulder.
        I giggled and reached up a hand to touch his shoulder. "Oh Beckitt don't worry I'm not trying to send you away I just know you're hungry and I feel bad because you're hurting," I said softly stroking his braid that curled around my collar bone.
       "Good because you'd have to pry me away from you," he grumbled his hand coming up to stroke one of my fingers. It was always like that with Beckitt, gentle touches just to remind each other that we cared.
       I snorted we both knew that if it came to a battle over strength I would win. "So we are now on a quest to find sugared O's," I said smiling as he dropped my hand and headed back towards the road. We knew that if we followed the roads the humans built we eventually hit somewhere that sold food, of course we also knew now not to be on the road because the mounts that the humans used were made of solid steel and were faster than we were.
       "Beckitt, we need to give a name to the cat," I'd been thinking about it for quite some time now but still couldn't think of a name for the cat I'd given Beckitt. She was a fey keeper and I'd traded for her from another of the girls in the horde. She would protect Beckitt form anything that came at him, she could even protect him from a king or queen, which is one of the main reasons I got him. He had been in constant danger from the Queen sense she'd ordered his death. I hated her even more for that, because the other girls had to learn the hard way that I wasn't messing around when it came to protecting my friend. I'd lost quite a few friends that way, but Beckitt's life was worth way more than pleasing the Queen.
         "I've been thinking about that too, what do you think of Astrid?" He sounded a bit uncertain as he peeked around my neck at the cat. He loved the little cat but she had a mind of her own and when I'd first given her to him she had pounced him and played with his wings till I'd bound them together.
     The cat mewed and tilted her head at him." I think she likes it," I smiled and reached up to pet the cat, Astrid. "I think it's very suiting, she always did like being the star of the show," I snickered as I spoke and she reached up and bat at my ear then settled down and started purring.
       "That's good, I think it's a pretty name," He said sighing as he settled back down on my collarbone. The hollow there was perfect for him and he often used it as a bed and used my hair as a blanket. "Can I take a nap I was up most of the night last night," He said yawning and starching as he settled down.
       "Sure just don't fall off," I laughed at the memory of the first time he'd tried to sleep there and rolled off and on to the ground. It had startled him and scared me to death, I thought he was hurt or something but he'd just got up and looked embarrassed.
      "Har De Har, Thaleia, "He grumbled rubbing his face against my skin." Just keep an eye out for humans, they can't see you but that doesn't mean they can't walk in to you," His voice was garbled so I hardly heard what he was saying but I knew the words by heart at this point, and just rolled my eyes and continued walking my mind wandering down the road of my past.
       The memory that claimed me as I walked was of seeing my master for my sixteenth birthday I was called in to his room and told to wait for him. I remembered feeling sad because this was the first time I'd seen him in the past few months, the periods of absence were getting longer and longer. One of the others had told me that as I got older the Queen would demand that he spent less time with me. I'd wanted to stop ageing right then and there but I wasn't a full fey who could just choose when they stopped growing.
         He kept me waiting for hours it seemed to my impatient child mind, but when he finally showed I was stunned to silence as I always was by his appearance. He was beautiful his dark tan skin glowed dimly like a nightlight in the dark, His eyes were the color of golden leaves and I knew that if I looked in to them I would see the quiet of autumn scenes that would shift and change showing the world as it changed from summer and started calming down for winter. His wings were beautiful spider web thin and the color of the leaves, the color of my hair. He stood taller than me much taller than any one I'd ever met and he was thin but not weak looking as if he had lean muscles, not at all bulky like the summer kings.
         "Master," I finally said my voice sounding like a sigh as I sank to my knees in from of him and lowered my head in greeting." May your leaves stay golden," I whispered the traditional greeting, as I tasted his feelings on my tongue. He tasted of sadness and pain and it brought those feelings in my heart as I lifted my head to look at him letting the confusion show on my face.
      "You always have been too perceptive for your own good my little Thaleia," He said softly walking forward and past me to sit on the only chair in the room. I would stand or kneel in his presence now whereas before I would be snuggled up against his side sleeping or reading to him. He used to love me but now as I grew old he became distant and his emotions were always pain.
       I watched him silently my purple eyes darkening with his pain as I stood and went to kneel by his side. "Would you like me to dance for you master?" I asked softly worried for him, I wanted to make him smile again and I knew that my dancing always made him smile.
        "No, not today little one," He sounded sad and looked as if he wanted to tell me something that he couldn't put in to words. I'd never seen him look so lost so I moved forward and placed my head on his leg my eyes closed." Today is your birthday isn't it?" He spoke softly as he ran a hand through my hair his fingers gently working out the tangles that were always there no matter how I brushed through the light waves.
      "Yes my lord," I said sighing softly at the feeling a smiled tugging at my lips as I relaxed. "I am sixteen this year," I hated telling him but I was only part human so I still had the residual pride from ageing.
        "Yes, I know and my Queen grows ever impatient wanting me to spend less time with you as you age afraid you'll see me as more than just your master and the king," He said sighing as he thought about his queen. She was angry more often than not but beautiful and he loved her, how he loved her with as mean as she was I would never understand but he did love her you could see it in the tolerance he had for her. "So I have a gift for you, because the others have been telling me how you have been feeling," his hand stilled on my head and I winced because as of late I'd lost interest in everything even dancing. Music now sounded dull and unoriginal and the others whispered that I was slipping in to a depression; I'd heard that word before another girl had slipped in to one and faded away in to nothing and even as that idea scared me I couldn't seem to feel anything but sadness.
       "I really hope this helps," His hand went back to work on my hair after a moment of silence where neither one of us was quite sure what to say. "Bring it in" He called towards the door and I lifted my head and smiled happy that he cared enough to give me a present. My smile faltered though when I saw one of the maids bring in a small cage, inside was a little creature that his knees had pulled to his chest his large eyes too afraid.
        "He's so scared," I said standing and rushing towards the woman and snatching the cage from him. "Oh, it's okay little one," I said softly opening the cage and putting my hand in." Please don't fear me I won't hurt you," I tried to sooth him with my voice as he moved back his little heart racing in his chest his large butterscotch eyes searing my skin with their pain.
I gently set the cage down leaving the door open then I stood and looked at my master." My lord, thank you for this gift but why is he so afraid?" I asked my teeth worrying my lower lip, as I looked back at the little creature his arms sill hugging his legs tight to his chest.
         "Dance for him little Thaleia," Was all he said as he stood and walked from the room leaving me alone with the little man and the maid.
I  quickly dismissed her and bent down to look at him again," Please don't fear me, I'm not like the others," I said softly letting the air stir around him to gently caress his face and back trying to show him I meant no harm, then the air was suddenly alive with music. It still sounded dull to my ears but I stepped back and did as my master asked and I danced for him for the tinny man with the too large eyes.
          "Thaleia, where are we?" Beckitt's voice broke me out of my memory of the first time we'd met. "There are no more trees," his voice sounded frightened as I blinked and looked around and realized he was right.
           The trees had long sense given away to run down buildings that even in the day light looked ominous and leaked emotions that tasted sour on my tongue. The buildings were falling apart and people who looked as worn and as evil as the buildings lounged around in doorways, there was a sickly sweet smell in the air that made my nose itch and my tongue burn.
          "I have no idea where we are I'm so sorry I got distracted," I whispered thanking who ever our creator was that none of these humans could see me standing not but a few feet away from them. "We need to back track but I'm not sure which way we came from," I said sighing as I reached up both of my hands and laid one of them on Astrid's head and one on Beckitt's braid. I twined his braid between my fingers nervously my hands shaking as the evil got more distinct tasting like acid on my tongue.
            That's when I saw him; he was burly with pale white arms as thick as tree trunks and hair the color of pure snow. His eyes were the color of ice dull white; with a hint of blue at the edges, no only one was the color of ice the other was a deep red the color of fresh blood. I knew what he was instantly I should have known he would be here thriving among the evil that bleed from the people and buildings like sap oozing from a tree.
          Panic sweep through me as I gripped the fur of Astrid and let my hand fall off of Beckitt so I wouldn't hurt him with my fear. "Beckitt he's of the death," I whispered speaking of the man, even I knew not to go near a death court fey. They were evil to the core and really had no compassion, they loved to torture anything and changelings like me brought them even more pleasure.
          "Run!" He yelled in to my ear and only had to say it once; I wheeled around and ran as fast as I could sending out my senses to find one place here that didn't bleed poison.
           "Is he still after us?" I asked panting as my lungs burned from the effort of running through the small unmarked streets of this broken city. I felt Beckitt shutter against my neck and press himself tighter against me and took that as a yes and started running faster.
         In my haste to get away I almost missed the place, it looked like all the others but it had a feeling coming from it that was pure joy and freedom. I ran towards its single door not really paying too much attention to what it looked like before throwing myself inside and searching for a place to hide. I got a quick impression of a huge stage that dominated most of the room, a scattering of scared and broken tables and chairs that had no real pattern to them, and a long low bar that went across one wall.
I ran for the bar and threw myself over it before curling up against the wood, trying to quiet my breathing and stifle my fear so he couldn't feel it. Astrid felt the need for silence and quieted her growling and hissing that I hadn't even realized she was doing until it was gone. I grabbed her from my shoulder and pressed my face against her fur breathing in the scent of pine and cold that she emanated from her using it to calm me. One of my hands slipped away from her to touch Beckitt, his little frame trembled under my touch as he held on to my hand.  His fear was so obvious that I didn't need to taste it to know he was as terrified as I was.
        I knew he had walked in to the room because I could hear him sniffing the air like an animal looking for a meal. I shivered and shrank back against the wood my frame shaking as I thought about what I was going to do if he found us. Unlike with most fey I couldn't just let Astrid expand and attack because he would just eat her anger and become stronger. He would kill her if I let her go, so I had to think about just attacking him myself and letting my friends get away. That made fear choke me harder and I almost gasped out loud but managed to silence it before it reached my lips.
          It didn't help he caught the scent of my fear and followed it to where we hid.
          "Awe what's wrong little one, are you afraid of me?" His laughter sounded like someone was walking across thin ice, his voice sounded like the screams of many and I could taste the acid of his emotions on my tongue. "Don't be afraid come out and play with me, I won't hurt you much," he laughed again and I shivered tears prickling at my eyes as my breathing became labored.
       "What are you doing in here?" A new voice one that sounded like it was rough with age boomed out from behind the counter too close to the evil. I felt panic for this new person afraid of what the fey would do to a human who got too close, a human who interrupted his hunt. I couldn't however bring myself to draw the attention of the killer back to me and I hated myself for my fear. Tears fell then tracing paths down my dusty face, tears for myself and my fear and tears for the man who might die because I was a coward.
            "We're closed right now, of course for your kind we are always closed get out of here!" He yelled as I heard him move closer to the creature my eyes going wide in shock, even humans could feel that they should avoid death why would this one openly try and anger it. "I told you that you are not allowed here, you have to go find somewhere else to feed," His voice was angry and I thought he was completely off his flower but then I heard the growl of the fey, it was father away now and getting farther by the moment. Soon I heard the door shut and the acid taste lessened till it was nothing but a bad after taste in my mouth.
            Shock over ran my fear, how could a human make him go away? Beckitt seemed to relax against my hand and he gently started stroking my hand then my face and neck as if making sure I was okay.
            "You can come out now he's gone," the man's voice spoke again and in my shock I hadn't realized he was closer than before his annoyance and kindness feeling like a balm over my burned tongue. "It's okay," He was standing only three feet away from me his eyes filled with calm kindness as he reached his hand out to help me up.
"You can't see me," I said and realized later how stupid I sounded telling someone who obviously could see me that he couldn't.
            His laughter startled us, making me jump but Astrid crawled back up on to my shoulder her body relaxing. This made me feel safer with this man who now that I was looking at more than just his eyes, scared the crap out of me, or rather the fact that every inch of his pale flesh that was exposed was covered in scars. Whatever had done that to him was something strong indeed if he could frighten off death.
            "What's your name?" He asked sitting down on the ground where he'd been standing as if he was trying to get an untamed animal to trust him by getting it used to his voice and his presence. When I didn't speak he smiled softly his mouth only turning up on one side because the other was pulled down by a scar making it look like a permanent frown. "Well my name is Carl, and I own this place, I'm half fey sort of like you, that's how I can see you little one," He said it as if he was talking about the weather his legs pulling up to his chest slightly as he draped his large arms around them.
            I studied him in silence after he said that he was half fey. I didn't know that fey could breed with humans, so it was weird looking at this creature. He didn't look fey to me; he was pudgy with sandy blond hair that was cropped short in a style that left the sides of his head bare and the top showed only enough to tell the color, his eyes were a pretty blue that seemed almost like it wanted to be green. They weren't like the thing that had replaced me, they were nothing like a washed out color they were vivid and so pretty to look at. His frame was covered in a pair of rough blue pants, that I'd seen a lot of humans wearing and a t-shirt that was black with a sliver of a moon over his heart and Luna written in a curvy script above it.  Around his waist was a bit of white fabric that was stained and torn in a few places, and on his feet were old scared up brown boots that looked like Beckitt's the tops folding down over the rest of the boot. I had never seen a fey that was scarred much less so covered with them that you could tell it made moving difficult, if a fey ever got a scar they hid it with their glamour.
            "You don't look like a fey," I grumbled after a bit of silence, he was looking me over too as if he hadn't seen anything quite like me, but after my words his lop sided smile pulled again at his lip. "This is Beckitt and Astrid and I'm Thaleia," I said chewing my lip as I moved away from the wood slightly.
            "Careful," Beckitt warned his voice sounded really weird harsh and angry as he moved against my shoulder like he was pacing. I looked over at him room the corner of my eye frowning slightly. "Remember, he is part fey unlike you he has it running in his blood," He said stopping and glaring at the man his eyes narrowed in to slits.
                       "I'm not like my mother, I'm more like my father," He said shrugging a shoulder before he stood and looked over the counter. "Oh hey Nathan, where are the other guys?" He asked talking to someone who stood on the other side.
           I licked my lips tasting the new comers emotions, they were happy almost perky like a young child who was about to get a treat. I didn't trust any of this and just put my hand on Beckitt, who gently ran his hand over my fingers calming me.
          "It's okay you don't have to worry, I don't feel evil from them," He whispered in my ear as I moved away from the wood and stood up looking over the counter at the new man, well child actually. Humans had such short lives; so in comparison to a fey they were all children but this one was really young, and I knew the second that his eyes slid over me as if I wasn't there at all, that he was fully human unlike the scarred man.
         "Hey, they are back at the loft still sleeping off last night," He said chuckling as he moved towards the counter a guitar case in his right hand. He was probably about seventeen with shaggy blond hair that was tipped in black. His face was open and friendly and his eyes were bright blue that glowed with his inner child that he wore on his sleeve. His right eyebrow had three metal rings in it and his lip was pieced twice, even the fey had gotten in on that latest craze so it didn't really shock me seeing it on his face. I still didn't understand how that could be seen as attractive though, it honestly just freaked me out. His clothes were something I hadn't seen before, his pants were tan and covered in pockets as if he had too much stuff to fit in the normal amount, and his shirt looked like a t-shirt that someone had ripped the sleeves off and it clung to his body like a seconds skin where as his pants hung low and loose on his hips showing that he'd marked his skin with black ink on his right hip.
         I had to tilt my head a few times to figure out what the tattoo was, when it hit me I stared at him my eyes wide as I reached up and touched the burn that looked exactly like his tattoo. It was a wolf's paw print with a crescent moon around it; mine was a mark of ownership, I wondered if his was there for the same reason mine was.
       "Beckitt what should we do now?" I asked softly reaching up to touch him, his braid tangling around my fingers. "I mean they taste like they are trust worthy, he hasn't shown any signs of wanting to harm us and Astrid is asleep," I said sighing as I twisted the end of his braid in between two of my fingers.
        "Show yourself to the human see how he reacts to your presence," Beckitt toyed with one of my feather earrings and I had to resist the urge to giggle, for some reason when he did that it tickled." Remember to keep yourself more human looking though," He said warning me sternly before letting the feather fall back down to my neck.
          "Yes dad," I said rolling my eyes at him and ducking back down behind the bar and changing myself so that my hair wouldn't be quite as dramatic, but I wouldn't change the color like most of the other fey did. I loved my hair it was the color of fall leaves every shade of red and brown and blond that one saw when walking through the forest just after all the leaves had turned brilliant colors, it was kind of like her hair the one who had replaced me but mine was a lot brighter. My eyes I had to dull down to the point where they would look brown instead of purple, and for the first time ever I was kind of glad I didn't have wings like a full fey would have. "Is that good?" I asked looking at Beckitt. "And what about clothing should I do the blue pants or the heavily pocketed ones like him…oh I know," I smiled brightly and gave myself the clothes I'd seen on a woman. I'd fallen for her clothing the second I'd seen it much like Beckitt.
         The top was a corset that was black and brown leather with copper studs pushed in to it. It was over the top of a billowy shirt that had long puffy sleeves and went just to the top of the leather pants that had laces up the side, I topped it all off with a pair of boots like what Beckitt and Carl were wearing. Looking down at the shirt I frowned when I realized the woman had left her lacings open and it exposed a little too much flesh.  Sighing I pulled the laces taunt and tied a knot in to the top so it wouldn't  come undone before standing my arms wrapping around my middle my now dulled down eyes weary.
          I couldn't make sense of what I tasted from him and his face wasn't really helping all that much. He looked shocked but that wasn't what I mainly tasted from him, the taste was bitter and cold like ice that'd been laced with lemons. It was so weird my hand went up to touch Beckitt, but with luck he shoved in to my neck at that same moment and I dropped my hand back down to my side. Had I touched him exposed like this he would have been as well, and we'd learned the hard way that it wasn't easy to explain to humans why there was a four inch tall man on your shoulder.
"Oh, I didn't realize anyone else was in here, "He said smiling again the taste disappearing completely as if it had never been there to begin with. "I'm Nathanial," he said as he walked forward his hand out stretched to take mine, when I did nothing he looked at Carl a slightly confused look on his face.
I wasn't sure what to do and was about ready to bolt when Carl saved me," She's the new waitress I needed." He shrugged as he spoke and leaned against the counter."We were just looking at the bottles under the counter and she was trying to memorize them just in case I ever needed a stand it for the bartender."  He shrugged again before looking over at me and winking one of his eyes." Found her this morning fell in love with that gorgeous hair and hired her on the spot."
The boy laughed and I found myself spell bound my eyes riveted to his mouth; his laughter was amazing I'd never heard anything like it before. It caused a small smile to pull up my mouth. I felt Beckitt shake against my neck and knew he was feeling it too and was shaking with his laughter. When his laughter stopped I shook my head and frowned wondering what in the dark that had been about.
"You and your red heads." He rolled his eyes as he spoke a smile on the corner of his mouth was somewhat mocking. "Just remember what happened last time, you nearly when out of business because of a red head."He snickered and dropped his guitar case next to a bar stool before sitting on it. The seat was a few feet down the bar away from me, but he didn't turn his back to me like Carl instead he turned his body so he could still see me his back to the rest of the room.
"Eh, that was a onetime flaw and she was amazing in-"He broke off and blushed furiously before looking at me embarrassed. I wondered what he'd been about to say my head tilting to the side my eye brow raising. "Erm, anyway give the boys a call I have a new song I want you guys to practice for tonight's show." He cleared his throat before moving back around the bar towards me. "And you missy, need to come with me to the back so we can get you set up upstairs and get you a uniform for tonight." He smiled at me kindly as if he knew I had no idea what he was talking about.
He gently steered me towards a door that was behind the bar, the door led to what looked like a kitchen but it seemed to mostly be just a junk room that had so much stuff piled in boxes it was hard to even tell what it was used for. "This is the main kitchen, but right now we are just using it for storage because it keeps really cool here year round. It also doesn't help that the only thing we have on our menu is hamburgers and nachos so, having a kitchen isn't really priority." He was talking to me as if I really was going to work for him, and while I understood work I didn't get why he was continuing with his lie.
"Carl?"I asked apprehensively, my teeth worrying my lower lip. I really didn't want to make him mad or lose this opportunity; I'd learned quickly that in this world you need money to get food and to get money you have to have a job. After wandering trying to get from California all the way here in Oklahoma had taken a long time and lots of odd jobs, of course by now I figured I could do anything once I was shown once, but I also knew that getting a place to live outside of living at the place where the homeless stay was impossible with odd jobs. "I understand you were just trying to explain why I was here but you don't have to do this." I  reached up and gently stroked Astrid with my hand making it so the world of the humans could see her, it was better than them seeing Beckitt and while only Carl was here and he could see him already I was worried that the boy could walk back here at any moment.
Carl frowned at me and I winced afraid he was going to flip out after I said that or that his fey side would get the better of him and he would hit me. "What are you talking about, I wasn't lying I am in dire need of a new waitress, if you don't want the job just say so; I can tell you three are hungry and I know when you come to this world it's really hard at first to adjust to the fact that you can't just snap your fingers and you have everything you need." His eyes looked haunted as he talked as if he could see everything I'd been through in the past year, the hardships the abuse from the humans, and that dark day the day the men had tried to hurt me. "I understand what you need and I can give it to you when you work for me, however you have to work I am not giving out handouts." He put his hands on his hips and a smile lit up his face dragging me back from the memories. "There is a small apartment up stairs, it's a single room has a bathroom of its own with a shower and from the look of things you need it. It's fully furnished and will run you about a hundred a month on utilities, I'll take the rent right out of your check so don't worry about that." He continued talking as if I was normal as if I was a human instead of a thing, not human not fey.  Maybe he did understand; he was after all stuck in the same situation I was, drifting between worlds.
"Thank you," I whispered the words knowing if I said them louder the tears that were threatening to fall would finally spill over and I would be useless till they stopped.
"Don't worry kiddo, "He gently put his large hand on my shoulder as he spoke his lopsided smile tugging at my heart. This was another one, this huge man with his gentle ways and many scars was another one who would be with me like Astrid like Beckitt he would be mine and would stay in my heart and under my skin.
I smiled at him my eyes misting up, it had been a long day and after everything else I finally felt like I was home.
This is the first chapter of the first book in my children of Immortality series, I hope you enjoy it but any critiquing of this piece is very welcome.


I hope you Enjoy the first peak in to my world.

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Two years ago a little man jumped on to my shoulder and started whispering a tale in my ear telling me about fay and children who are not real children. He spoke of women falling in love, and losing them selves he spoke of passion and longing, and magic. He spoke of an evil spell and a king who stole his thrown, of twin brothers and fate. But most of all he told me about her, and when he spoke of her his voice sounded like he spoke of a goddess, and yet she was flawed because she never realized who she really was and what was most important.

I fell in love with Beckitt in one night and had to tell his story.

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I might post more, and my revamped version of this chapter if people actually like the idea that I present with this rough draft.
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