to
laugh, but she resisted, not wanting to accidently offend
Edyn.
Edyn began to chuckle. But what was he laughing at?
“Still, you do not move. And you do not open your
eyes. ‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ were those not your
words? Should I now speak the same? I have no intentions of harming you either.” There was a slight shifting
noise as he spoke.
Tru rested her forehead on top of her knees, taking
slow, deep breaths, making sure her lungs filled completely before letting out the air, while she gained a bit of
confidence.
His voice was a fire smoldering in Tru’s ears. She could
hear the grass crunch under his feet again as he slowly
walked away from her, paused, and then turned around
and came closer. Warm air suddenly steamed against her
cheek. She knew then that Edyn was merely inches from
her face. His breath felt warm and smelled fresh, like the
air after a rainstorm.
“You intrigue me,” he whispered. “You remind me of
someone I once knew. I was startled when I saw you in
the meadow a few days ago.”
Edyn knew her grandma. She reminded Edyn of Maggie. Tru knew, from the moment he first talked to her,
that he was the same man from last night, and after realizing what he was saying, her head shot up like a cannon.
Instantly, Tru’s eyes landed on the beautiful creature
kneeling before her. His face was just inches from her.
His dusty brown locks of hair flowed down his cheeks,
stopping just at his chiseled jaw line. His skin was tan,
holding a sense of warmth to it. His eyes were deep pools
of glassy green that had seemed to pierce right through
Tru. Staring at them, she became entranced. She couldn’t
look away as they focused on her.
He didn’t wear a shirt, making it easier to see that his
almost perfectly shaped chest and defined arms were covered in what looked like tribal tattoos. Each design was
different, unique, and surprisingly, they didn’t look out of
place on his semi-slender body. His shorts were made of
various plants and animal skins, slightly frayed and worn
at the edges, indicating that he probably didn’t have anything else to wear but these. Tru noticed, as she looked
him over, that attached to his waist on a small leather
belt, was a sheath, concealing what looked to be a small
dagger with a hand-carved, wooden hilt. Edyn didn’t wear
shoes, but his feet were unexpectedly clean, as if he had
never spent a single day on the ground.
And then, Tru’s eyes focused her attention directly behind Edyn’s head, now seeing what she had missed before. His massive wings were a deep shade of burgundy.
Each one spread at least five feet away from the center of
his back. They weren’t girly wings like she was expecting
either. They were just as masculine as Edyn was. Each
wing was fraying around the edges, like pieces of paper
burnt in a fire. They looked old and weathered, but strong
at the same time. They reminded Tru of very large, but
very delicate, leaves.
Edyn was at eye level with Tru, kneeling on one of his
knees, about a foot away from her face. She couldn’t
speak, and it took the touch of Edyn’s warm hand on her
chin to realize that her mouth had fallen open the minute
she had opened her eyes.
“Is everything alright?” Edyn asked. His mouth began
to curve into a small smile, with a pair of dimples slowly
peeking through his smooth cheeks.
“I’m fine,” Tru squeaked. It was hardly audible, but at
least she managed to say something .
Suddenly, something about sitting so still, felt off to
Tru. Her mind was no longer joined to her body. It was
like she was watching herself from above, as her torso fell
back against the grass. The young man leaned over her,
touching his warm palm to her cheek.
Then everything around her began fading into darkness. There was nothing but silence surrounding her.
6
The Fey
Soon, the faint sound of steady breathing began to beat
in Tru’s ears. She counted each breath, as they ticked by
like the seconds on an old clock. One, two, three,
laugh, but she resisted, not wanting to accidently offend
Edyn.
Edyn began to chuckle. But what was he laughing at?
“Still, you do not move. And you do not open your
eyes. ‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ were those not your
words? Should I now speak the same? I have no intentions of harming you either.” There was a slight shifting
noise as he spoke.
Tru rested her forehead on top of her knees, taking
slow, deep breaths, making sure her lungs filled completely before letting out the air, while she gained a bit of
confidence.
His voice was a fire smoldering in Tru’s ears. She could
hear the grass crunch under his feet again as he slowly
walked away from her, paused, and then turned around
and came closer. Warm air suddenly steamed against her
cheek. She knew then that Edyn was merely inches from
her face. His breath felt warm and smelled fresh, like the
air after a rainstorm.
“You intrigue me,” he whispered. “You remind me of
someone I once knew. I was startled when I saw you in
the meadow a few days ago.”
Edyn knew her grandma. She reminded Edyn of Maggie. Tru knew, from the moment he first talked to her,
that he was the same man from last night, and after realizing what he was saying, her head shot up like a cannon.
Instantly, Tru’s eyes landed on the beautiful creature
kneeling before her. His face was just inches from her.
His dusty brown locks of hair flowed down his cheeks,
stopping just at his chiseled jaw line. His skin was tan,
holding a sense of warmth to it. His eyes were deep pools
of glassy green that had seemed to pierce right through
Tru. Staring at them, she became entranced. She couldn’t
look away as they focused on her.
He didn’t wear a shirt, making it easier to see that his
almost perfectly shaped chest and defined arms were covered in what looked like tribal tattoos. Each design was
different, unique, and surprisingly, they didn’t look out of
place on his semi-slender body. His shorts were made of
various plants and animal skins, slightly frayed and worn
at the edges, indicating that he probably didn’t have anything else to wear but these. Tru noticed, as she looked
him over, that attached to his waist on a small leather
belt, was a sheath, concealing what looked to be a small
dagger with a hand-carved, wooden hilt. Edyn didn’t wear
shoes, but his feet were unexpectedly clean, as if he had
never spent a single day on the ground.
And then, Tru’s eyes focused her attention directly behind Edyn’s head, now seeing what she had missed before. His massive wings were a deep shade of burgundy.
Each one spread at least five feet away from the center of
his back. They weren’t girly wings like she was expecting
either. They were just as masculine as Edyn was. Each
wing was fraying around the edges, like pieces of paper
burnt in a fire. They looked old and weathered, but strong
at the same time. They reminded Tru of very large, but
very delicate, leaves.
Edyn was at eye level with Tru, kneeling on one of his
knees, about a foot away from her face. She couldn’t
speak, and it took the touch of Edyn’s warm hand on her
chin to realize that her mouth had fallen open the minute
she had opened her eyes.
“Is everything alright?” Edyn asked. His mouth began
to curve into a small smile, with a pair of dimples slowly
peeking through his smooth cheeks.
“I’m fine,” Tru squeaked. It was hardly audible, but at
least she managed to say something .
Suddenly, something about sitting so still, felt off to
Tru. Her mind was no longer joined to her body. It was
like she was watching herself from above, as her torso fell
back against the grass. The young man leaned over her,
touching his warm palm to her cheek.
Then everything around her began fading into darkness. There was nothing but silence surrounding her.
6
The Fey
Soon, the faint sound of steady breathing began to beat
in Tru’s ears. She counted each breath, as they ticked by
like the seconds on an old clock. One, two, three,
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