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    â€œHe shields his Queen from us.” Alderon’s voice dropped to a low whisper. “The light has won him over.”
    â€œStop it, Alderon. You do not know what you say,” Katya rose in my defense.
    â€œDo you deny the prophecy?” Alderon responded angrily.
    Prophecies and fairies: a dangerous combination. They fell silent.
    â€œ He will kill her,” Katya said. “ That is the prophecy.”
    My heart clenched at her words.
    â€œAnd if he cannot do it, we will. That is why we gather now. To prevent their union,” another declared.
    It took all of my will to stay where I was and not enter their lair to destroy them all. Those words. Those words shook me to my core. Filled me with enough hate for a lifetime.
    â€œEnough.” Alderon looked away from Katya and over to where I stood. I could feel the anger flowing fiercely through my body. “We will not wait for our future king to determine the future of our cause. We will act. And we will act swiftly and without remorse.”
    Alderon smiled directly at me. A menacing smile. Filled with evil. But I knew this had to be impossible. There was no way he could see me…
    Or was there?
    â€œThis meeting is over,” he said, snapping his fingers. The Fae disappeared.
    But this wasn’t over.
    It was only just beginning.
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    I walked into my house and immediately bent down to greet Famous, who bounced up and down. I scooped him up in my arms and planted a kiss on his soft head.
    â€œYou have no idea what kind of day I had.” He licked the side of my face in response.
    â€œMom?” I called out. I could smell the food wafting through the house. Spaghetti. One of my favorites.
    â€œIn here, honey.”
    I ran into the kitchen and gave her a giant hug.
    â€œWow,” she said. “Rough day?”
    â€œWords can’t explain.” I pulled away from her and smiled. My mother was still a very attractive woman. She was tall and blonde with bright blue eyes. My father had that exact coloring as well. It was a wonder why I was so petite with darker hair. It was a complaint that both my parents had become accustomed to hearing.
    â€œYou want to talk about it? Or do you want a bowl of spaghetti?”
    â€œSpaghetti.”
    She pulled me into the kitchen. It was my favorite room in the house, especially when my mom was cooking. She had a strong passion for everything rustic, so it felt like being in an old world home in Italy. I sat down at the table and marveled as she scooped up a hearty portion of spaghetti for me. She grabbed the fresh Parmesan cheese out of the refrigerator and grated some on top. I dug in with gusto. She sat across and cradled Famous in her arms.
    â€œWhat happened?”
    â€œNothing,” I said between mouthfuls. “Just usual school stuff.”
    â€œLots of homework?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œYou’ll be fine,” my mom said supportively. But she was staring at me. “You look different.”
    Different again. What was wrong with everyone?
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œYour hair, clothes…just different.” I looked down so she couldn’t analyze my face any more.
    â€œI don’t know what you mean.”
    I knew that my quick denial was sure to lead my mother to believe the exact opposite of what I was saying. Her next question proved me right.
    â€œDid you meet a guy?”
    I shoved the bowl of pasta away. “No.”
    My mother watched me carefully. I knew she had to be disappointed. She was the kind of mom that wanted to hear about boys and crushes, but unfortunately for her I had never talked to her about those typical girl problems. Instead of asking her to go shopping, I’d ask her to go to the bookstore. I didn’t think I was that much fun for her.
    â€œThat’s too bad.” I knew she meant it.
    But what was I supposed to say? I met a boy, mom, he was arrogant and rude . I would sound like such a