"Aren't you worried the other absolutes will follow? They're...getting kind of close?"
"Not our problem. Those gods and forsaken pieces of dirt won't jump on her wagon. All of this is about power, and they don't follow what migrates."
"Alright. I'll be going."
The racing footsteps were followed with a loud shut of the door. A sudden sigh echoed around the room as my consciousness struggled to remain.
"Dammit. All of this is going off course. I need Cassandra alive. She'll be the perfect catalyst for all of this. Fuck! Until then, I need a backup. Looks like I'll have to dig into the family tree and retrieve the other one."
What...is she talking about? What other one? Her...brother? Vladimir.
"What?"
We can't forget this. Fuck...I can't stay...awake much longer.
"Are you asking me to remember this embarrassing inci-"
Vladimir, dammit. Remember it! Put a trigger to help us remember or something.
"Fine, fine, you bossy fucker. You'll remember all of this shit when you fuck Cassandra."
You're not fucking serious right now?! We...fuck! We...don't even know...if she's alive!
My consciousness was wavering, and I knew in a few short seconds, I'd be unconscious.
"Our queen isn't dead. We'd feel it. So go the fuck to sleep and pray your shy, stubborn ass finds her behind bars of luxury or you'll never remember this."
Everything began to slip away, and I could only get one final thought out.
I fucking hate you.
"Good. Just the way I like it."
My world slipped away and all I could do was pray for my mate's safety.
Empowering Freedom And Rewarding Reunion
~CASSANDRA~
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"Off to embark on a wondrous journey! A path of adventure and formidable danger! Lalalalalala."
"Your fae pixie guide is the opposite of what I thought would be brought to the surface."
My lips couldn't stop smirking at Quil-Zu's comment, my eyes pausing on my fae pixie guide, Marigold Cyldrirth. There she sang, fluttering in the air with her almost transparent wings that fluttered rapidly while she continued to hum and sing.
Her green hair was long enough to be plaited into a single braid, with a few shorter strands left on the side of her face. A small crystal chain hair ornament sat on her forehead and was threaded around her little head.
Her little white crop top was designed with various flowers, the blues, golds, and whites reminding me of the flowers that bloomed in Springtime. Her skirt was fluffy like a ballerina skirt, white as angel feathers, and matched her glowing wings that sparkled white and gold as she flew around.
She was barefoot, which didn't seem to bother her. From her explanation, upon my awakening, she was released with my magic. However, it looks like Widow had some sort of involvement with my stunted human development because she'd somehow managed to place a block that hindered Marigold's arrival.
She's the reason why I'm in this mess of a predicament.
We were currently wandering through the deep parts of the forest that contains the Psychic Prison for Supernaturals. I'd somehow managed to escape, a rather risky, almost death-inducing move, from the faery absolute, Celeste, from Level Four.
The move had not only delivered me to the edge of this island and provided me with an unexpected escape route from captivity, but it put me in the perfect spot, only a few short minutes away from my supernatural bros.
My boyfriends.
The whole ordeal had changed me, leaving me to wonder if the guys would like the new me. I deemed it as an awakening because the naive girl who wished to be stronger, wiser, and unique, like the rest of the supernatural individuals around her, was no longer available.
There was no need to doubt myself any longer. No more second thoughts about what powers I possessed or my capabilities. I could literally feel the magic thrumming through my body. The static and tingles of rushing power made me think of being within a kick boxing ring with the world cheering for your victory.
The adrenaline that pounds through your veins, as the cheers boost your ego and pride. The exhilarating sensation. That's exactly how I felt, but triple the effect. I truly was a badass bitch.
Or a royal dragon fae princess, but let's lump them together and say its the same thing.
Each step I took was like walking through your dream home for the first time and enjoying the various views of all you've had the privilege to receive. This forest was alive and calling to me, the leaves rustling in delight at my passing, while the creatures of the night hummed in greeting.
All of them could sense who I was. The power I carried was like I was now wearing a crown that deemed my royal worth to the universe. The warmth that flickered within my chest only reminded me of Quil-Zu's burning force that was now fully free of the shackles that fought to contain her entire being.
Quil-Zu, or Quil for short, was the voice that I’d harbored within me all this time. That voice of wisdom and declaration I’d heard when I was in the pits of booming anger or in shambles during those difficult times within this journey of supernatural captivity.
All my hardships in the last few months felt like pitiful defeats that should have never occurred in the first place. If I’d mentally known or experienced a quarter of what was vibrating through my core at this very moment, I would never have shed a single tear.
That's exactly what Widow wanted. For me to be a weak waste of oxygen until the very magic within me impacted me negatively.
As Marigold stated, this captivity had somehow become a blessing in disguise because I would have never realized my worth nor learned that something greater was hidden inside me otherwise.
What did you expect her to be?
I decided to answer Quil's question, my eyes scanning the dark midnight sky and enjoying the vibrant twinkles of stars that shone brightly upon my gaze.
"A fae pixie is an individual’s inner child. They are a reflection of one's inner self and how that person would be if they were not influenced by the world around them that belittles thy innocence as you obtain adulthood."
Essentially, you're saying she's a child me but on a lot of sugar. Got it.
"Couldn't have said it better." She paused. "How are you feeling?"
As in, how does it feel to be the person you always should have been, or how do I wish to shove a sword up Widow's ass and call it a day?
"It seems your transformation hasn't gotten rid of your slight anger issues."
My BTS is apparently a lie. I like the diagnosis, though, so I’d rather keep it as the perfect excuse to kill people and get away with murder.
"That does sound appetizing."
Are you hungry?
"Yes, but you've yet to truly answer my question." It looked as though she wouldn't let me go with my bypass answer, not like she couldn't feel the tousled waves of emotions that would flood my senses and rise to the surface if I allowed it.
Angry for lost time and believing how inadequate I was in a world of my own kind. Ashamed that I carried such low self-esteem while wearing a mask that portrayed that everything was okay. Sad that you've been shackled within me and I never tried to figure things out due to fear. And annoyed that someone as pure and innocent as Marigold has been locked up since my birth because of a selfish hag who has other plans on her long agenda that includes fucking up my entire existence.