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anything other than humans. I didn’t even believe in aliens, even though I loved me some juicy Luxen aliens and my fav book boyfriend, Daemon.
    Then it grew quiet again between us. Only the crackling of the fire and the flickering of the flames remained.
    “It still seems so unreal to me,” I began, mostly just because I wanted to think out loud. “All of this. I mean, I’m sitting in a tree right now, with a freaking fairy.” It sounded harsher than I meant it to, but he didn’t seem to take offense. He just listened to me.
    “My parents are dead,” I said finally. I took a deep breath, trying to loosen the tightness in my chest and the lump in my throat. He only nodded but continued to look into my eyes.
    In that moment we shared a togetherness. A mutual feeling of loss. Whatever had happened in this place or to the people who lived here had left a lasting grief with him. I could see it clearly in his eyes, in that moment. We both had felt loss. We both still felt loss.
    “But you’re doing something about it. We cannot bring them back, they have moved on to the Outer Realm. But here, now, you are doing something.”
    This time I nodded. Until I thought better of it. What was I doing? Nothing. Traipsing around this fairy world trying to find the bad guys. But then what? What could I really do? I had no skills. I had no weapons. I didn’t even have magic, and I was pretty sure those murderers had magic.
    “How do you kill a fairy?”
    He turned toward me so fast I thought it might break his neck. His eyes had grown wide with shock and his mouth had opened just slightly. Before he questioned me, I decided to continue. “I need to know. I have to know what to do when we find them.”
    He nodded, the shock stripped from his face as he understood my initial question. “Fae are not immortal. We have talked about this before. We live much longer than humans, and age much slower, but we can be killed.” I nodded. “Magic can kill a Fae, as can a wound through the heart with any Fae Blade. And then beheading.” As he said that last word, his voice grew quiet, as if he thought I would break down again if he said it any louder.
    But I wouldn’t. I was done crying. I would fix this.
    “What is a Fae Blade?” It sounded familiar, like I had heard him say it once before.
    “A Fae Blade is a piece of steel infused with magic. Each Fae has a unique magic. Pixie blades are some of the most dangerous, and are infused with fire. They can even cause a fire to manifest when used. The most dangerous of Fae Blades are when all four Fae infuse it with magic.”
    He stood and withdrew a sword from his side. It was the same sword he had taken out back at my house, when he had vowed to help me. He lay it across his lap, the pointed side away from me. The hilt was so close it almost touched my knee.
    “The person who uses a Fae Blade can wield the most magic from it if he owns the same magic.” As he said it, he caressed the sword, as if it was more to him than just a common weapon. “A Sylph blade is stronger when used by a Sylph, just as a Pixie blade is best used by a Pixie.”
    When he looked up at me, finally tearing his eyes from his own blade, I nodded at him. “When a blade is willingly passed down through generations, it gets stronger, gaining strength from each Fae who used it.” Then he looked back down at his sword. It was so beautiful. The hilt looked like pure gold, and had a series of symbols engraved into it. The blade shimmered in the firelight, and flashed the etchings on it clearly. I had no idea what they meant, but they were stunning to look at.
    “This sword was my father’s, his father’s before him, and his father’s before him. I believe I’m the seventh generation Sylph to wield it.” He was murmuring, almost as if he had forgotten I was there. He grew quiet for a minute, as if he was remembering something from his past. “This blade was first created for a Royal Guard sworn to protect the