W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Waking Dreams Chapter 11

W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Waking Dreams Chapter 11

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Waking Dreams

Chapter Eleven: Faerie Tales

Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the corridors of Sheffield high with a cleansing light that seemed to make the students that walked their lighter on there feet. There was something about the Summer time to Cornelias way of thinking, that made everything just seem better. Even school wasnt such a chore and there was a warmth to the world that could not be denied, a sparkling beauty to the earth that called to her. She loved this time of the year. Then again, she loved all the seasons because with each season came new fashion trends and styles and most of all, SALES! She suppressed her pleasure and tossed her hair, blue eyes roaming over her fellow student bodies. It was nice to have a few minutes to just bask in their adoration, whether they knew they adored her or not. Some people lived in denial and that was fine by her, but she knew better.

Hands clamped down on her shoulders and she was propelled forward so fast that it took her a second to dig in her heels and take a moment to glance over her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes at Irma who was trotting behind her rather gaily.

What are you doing?

Cheer up Corny, its the weekend.

Hmph, well Im still grounded so I dont see what I have to chipper about. Cornelia pointed out grimly, shrugging the brunettes hands from her shoulder so that the guardian of water had to fall into step beside her.

Yeah well, no one forced you to go skinny dipping.

Cornelia aimed a cool glare at Irma and growled. If I remember correctly you dared me.

Did I have a gun to your head? Nope, didnt think so. Anyway, at least now you can say that youve gone skinny dipping.

So can half the school. Cornelia growled, remembering her desperate attempt to castrate the blonde idiot who had decided to go to the school paper with the damning photos. Luckily Irma managed to convince Martin to blur the face and other unmentionables so that Cornelia couldnt be recognized but all the same, people had still seen the photos.

She sighed and shifted her books in her arms, a frown marring her face when she noticed another freckle on her shoulder. She seemed to be acquiring them recently, it was bothering her. She blamed it on Irma. If she didnt go out to see Irmas soccer games she wouldnt have this problem but Irma supported her so alas, her skin had to suffer.

Her blue eyes ran over the other students in the corridor and latched onto a familiar red head. Quickening her pace, she strode over to her friend and bobbed her smartly on her head, showing once again that she was taller by a good 4 inches which made the red head growl.

Hello to you too, C.

Afternoon W, you ready for another fun round of biology?

If you keep carrot top from coming near me, Ill dissect whatever you want. Will promised, sticking her head into her locker to search for her text book which had the annoying tendency to go walkabout.

Including his dick? Irma piped up with a cheeky grin which only earned her two dark looks. She held up her hands, palms out in a gesture of surrender before covering a snicker with her palm.

I dont see why you dont just publicly humiliate him. You keep trying to reject him nicely and hes just going to think youre playing hard to get. If you embarrass him in front of the entire school-

Hell end up hating me and making my life a misery. I cant think of which one scenarios better. Will muttered tucking a strand of her hair from her face and narrowing her eyes. Irma, arent you a little far from class? Geography is a five minute walk in that direction. She pointed down the corridor which made Irma shrug dismissively.

The Geography teachers preggers and isnt going to be there. She found out in the toilets and ran out crying, or so Hay Lin reports.

Will and Cornelia exchanged surprised looks before both dismissed the ideas in their heads -not they didnt believe Hay Lin, she was the font of all information but it wasnt that important- and Will closed her locker so the trio could continue with their aimless wandering.

Ooh, check out that ass!

Its at times like these I wish we hadnt defeated Phobos. Then Elyon could be here and she wouldnt share these thoughts with me. Irma mumbled dryly, shooting Will a glance that made her chuckle.

What about Caleb?

What about him? Geez, trust you to think of Caleb when I mention a boys ass.

Will flushed slightly and glowered despite being slightly amused by her friends taunting. Ha ha. I dont think about Calebs ass.

You prefer the front part, right? Irma prompted with a snicker when the red head leader spluttered before scowling. I meant his face.

Sure you did. And no, I dont think of Caleb at all.

You think about him more than Corny does.

Wills eyes lifted to Cornelias face when she didnt slap the brunette for the presumptuous comment only to find that Cornelia wasnt paying attention to them. Her eyes were distant and the happy mask had slipped leaving her looking vaguely lost.

Hey, C, Irma didnt mean it like that. She was only kidding. We know you think about him. How can you not?

Cornelia frowned. It was true; she did think about him but recently he wasnt at the forefront of her mind. She just found herself getting so wrapped up in things, year book committee, prom, other things that seemed so relatively unimportant to her now when she thought of what he must be doing to restore his world. It was so easy to push him to the back of her mind for a few minutes- she sighed; it was more like a few weeks now. At first it had been for a few minutes, then a few hours and then a few days and weeks flew by with just the barest thought for him. Usually the only thing that made her think of him was Elyon but it was more for self defence. She had to move on with her life. She couldnt just sit and wait for him. She had her own life to live and she was young enough to enjoy it. However, hearing Will talk made her feel ashamed.

She mustered up a smile for her friends and managed to dismiss their concerned looks with a flick of her hair. Oh please, Will, we all know you secretly love him.

Irma snickered and Will spluttered before scowling. Ugh, no way. Can you imagine him in a relationship? Hey sweetie, wanna go out? She mocked in a false falsetto voice only to reply in a deep voice that mocked Caleb. Sorry, I have to save the world and get captured by an evil prince.

Irma threw her head back and laughed, while Cornelia smothered smirked wryly. Actually, that was what it was like.

How would you know? You barely dated him. Irma pointed out.

No but when trying to get him to notice me, he was never there.

Will smirked. Well its a hard job getting captured by Phobos.

The brunette sighed wistfully. Yeah but Caleb made it look so easy.

Maybe we should stop bashing Caleb when hes not here to defend himself. Cornelia advised, unable to contain the smile at hearing her friends insult the rebel leader who had instigated himself so firmly into their lives and had left it so easily without a backward glance.

Well considering I dont think well be seeing him for a while, I think we can give him a good bashing. After all, he was so arrogant. Irma muttered and Will nodded her agreement.

Uh-huh, he was really cocky and he never really accepted how good we were.

We should have kicked his butt.

Cornelia snorted. Yeah she could just see that happening. He would just take the girls beating him as a huge blow to his large ego. Then he probably wouldnt have worked with them at all. They were just part time fighters. He had grown up in that world, ruled by a tyrant, deprived of all natural resources and most of all light. Hed lost his father and had to take over the rebel group at such a young age and then these five girls come along to fight as though it were an after school activity. She supposed it was understandable that he would uncertain of their skills, they hadnt trained after all. It had been trial and error with them.

How fares she?

She has not yet stirred.

Cornelia hesitated. Hey guys did you hear that?

Will and Irma continued to walk along the corridor, talking animatedly about their longing to have another big battle.

Good.

What happened to you?

Dad had to call the plumber, couldnt understand why the water pipes had suddenly burst.

Ouch. Well at least I dont have worry about that. The worst I could do is make you guys change into guardian mode in the middle of gym.

At least with the wings it would be easier to climb that stupid rope!

Cornelia frowned and looked around. She could have sworn she heard two male voices and yet, Will and Irma were talking as though nothing had happened. Couldnt they hear them?

Na banphrionsa.

Ah. She will have to be eliminated. And what of the girl?

Gone.

There they were again! But where? There was no one but she, her friends and the other students and it couldnt be the other students. The voices sounded isolated, hollow and apart from the normal buzz of the school corridor. They sounded out of place and, seemed to be inside her head, she realized with a gasp.

Guys! I think somethings wrong!

So Matts band is really making some money now, huh? I bet you wish you hadnt been so hasty in ending it.

No, I still care about him but it was never going to be an epic romance. It was puppy love, if even that. He was so simple to be around, he never expected more than I was prepared to give and that worked fine for both of us.

Yeah you want a boy who can make your blood boil.

HELLO! Im talking!

They continued as though they couldnt hear her and she scowled. Why were they ignoring her? She hadnt even done anything to them. Hey!

The only guy who makes my blood boil at the moment is Uriah and I dont think its with lust.

Maybe youre perverse.

Not that perverse. No one is that perverse.

Excuse me! Are you two senile or something? Im hearing things! That kind of statement was normally a cue for Irma to make a sardonic quip but instead she and Will snickered at their little phrases and comments and generally acted as though Cornelia was nothing but a fly that should be ignored. She stomped her foot and curled her lip in disdain.

That is unfortunate. The King will be most displeased.

What would he have me do? Kill her?

If you had the chance, why not? It would cut his dear nephews heart out.

Na banphrionsa is incredibly strong in the dreamscape. She is the Naofa Moth.

She is still mortal.

Hmm, as is our dear prisoner but she wields incredible power. If she did not our King would not want her.

True. Very true.

King? What King? Like the one in England? No wait, they didnt have one. Who had a King? And what were they talking about? Why couldnt anyone else hear them? Glancing around herself, she decided to go talk to Yan Lin, she would know something and she would listen. Turning on her heel, she raced down the corridor towards the stair case, knocking over students and barely apologizing but none of them seemed to care too much. She fled over the courtyard, past the fountain that had been erected in the memory of a student who had been killed a couple of years ago and down the drive towards the gate. Racing through the gate she turned down the street towards the main town and skidded to a halt.

Where was the town? All around her there was nothing but darkness, purple swirls of clouds and inky darkness moved like a wall around the school.

What the-

Her heart racing, she approached the barrier and shuddered at the empty buzzing sound it created. Hollow and eerie, the wind kicked up and whipped her hair back like coils of spun golden rope. What was this place? Was it some kind of new opponent? Was it attracted because of the veil? Or was it something to do with Meridian?

She pressed her hand to the swirling mass and hissed as frigid cold flames licked at her hand as it passed through the barrier. She inched closer and followed her hand as it sank through, like a hand into a cold bucket of icy water. It felt like water but it wasnt wet, so what was this substance? She gathered her courage and squeezing her eyes shut, she wished Irma was there to push her through. Then without any more hesitation, she threw herself into the darkness.

Malachi sipped his coffee, wrapping both his hands around it to soothe the chill in his bones that hadnt left since seeing the Faerie Kerrigan in the living room with Irma and Cornelia. In fact the chill had intensified when he saw his cousin, sheet white, laid out on her bed. But at least Aisling was on the case, if she was anything like Saoirse, he had to believe that she knew what she was doing.

Collins is the best. She declared lazily and setting down her pizza, she turned her attention to the dog that lay at her feet. And you, Toad, are the bravest dog in the world!

Toad looked up balefully before he sighed heavily and rested his muzzle on his two front paws, one of which was bandaged and there was talk of getting a cone to stop him from scratching at his wound. A wound he had received when he had been tossed aside by the strange man-like creature in the front parlour.

You werent so bad yourself, Malachi murmured, casting his eyes over her and she processed the words soberly.

I could have been better. Man, he was really powerful, Mal. Are they all like that? Cos, if they are, were going to need a bazooka to do any damage, which to be honest, Im not that upset about.

Malachi snorted before picking up his own slice of pizza. It was good to hear her being sarcastic and witty again after her earlier breakdown, but he didnt know how genuine it was. Maybe it was for show, part of it seemed a little forced to him. However, it did seem strange to see her sitting in the chair with her little purple boots, midriff baring top and wings that flickered every so often.

Does it hurt when you transform?

She shook her head. Not so far. Feels pretty good, to be honest. Its like being filled to the brim with energy, I can feel the rivers and the oceans and its amazing. Like nothing Ive ever felt before.

I cant imagine what it must have been like saving a world and you were only twelve.

She pursed her lips then shrugged. Wasnt so bad. We had each other. Cornelias the one I feel sorry for. Shes out there somewhere on her own with that pervert. He kissed her, you know. She bit him though, which was pretty cool.

His infatuation with her is worrying.

Hmm. Its Cornelia, boys fall in love with her all the time. Even rebel leaders who care only about freeing their country, though I still have no clue how that happened. It was like he was hit by this major whammy. Then again, understanding romance is not my forte.

She broke off with a wry chuckle, hell she didnt even understand how she had found herself in one. The other girls had always been interested in boys and true enough, she liked them but it was never one boy. With Will, it had been Matt, and with Cornelia it had been every good looking boy that passed in front of her. Hay Lin had been obsessed with the idea of true love and had her own boyfriend, Eric Lyndon. Even Taranee had been seduced by the idea of having a boyfriend, but she she, Irma, had been physically repelled by the idea of having a fulltime, steady boyfriend and she had been chased by Martin.

That might have been part of the reason she had been repulsed. Martin just plain freaked her out with his infatuation with her. She hadnt even done anything to encourage him. In fact she pretty much ran from him every time she saw him. So romance, relationships and love freaked her out. However, here she was sitting across from a boy who could kiss her boneless and who, with a look, could make her knees weak. It was a very scary concept.

Kerrigan is no boy. Hes probably centuries old. He shouldnt want someone as young as Cornelia. Unless its her innocence that calls to him.

What do you think hell do with her?

Malachi hung his head, wary of voicing his thoughts to the impulsive girl at his side. I do not know. I dont know anything about him.

But you knew he was a faerie. She accused with a quirk of a honey brown brow over lake blue eyes.

He bowed his head, the pizza suddenly losing flavour in his mouth. Aye, I did. Its hard to explain. A few years ago, I had a run in with a faerie creature. I was young, stupid and drunk, walking home from the pub after my Leaving Cert -exams, he added when she frowned at the unfamiliar term, and, next thing I know, I was being chased down by a horse with flaming eyes and mane, who breathed fire. Scariest thing I ever saw, even now, I have nightmares about it.

What did it want? The directions to the nearest derby?

Dinner.

She grimaced at the thought. Ah. They eat humans?

Some do. Some are much more civilised.

They use forks instead of their fingers, huh? At his pointed look she realized sarcasm wasnt quite appropriate at the moment so she settled on asking a question. It was the easiest way to stop herself from retorting something. How did you escape it?

I was lucky. The rider was being tracked by the princess Saoirse. She came to my aid with her wolf and saved my life. At a cost to herself. She was wounded, not mortally but enough to slow her down and the rider attacked her, I had to kill him.

She shifted to give him her full attention. He had to kill a faerie. She couldnt even imagine killing anything herself and yet, in the battle for Meridian how many had she accidentally killed with her powers. He had a choice to make and he made it. She wondered how much it affected him. Will had once said that he had been carefree and arrogant, but now he was careful and introverted. Maybe this was what had changed so many years ago. How?

Chopped off his head. Seemed the logical thing to do at the time. You see it all the time in the movies. Of course, that doesnt prepare you for the blood or the way the head rolls or how the body just wheezes and makes sucking sounds It was- He wasnt a strong fey by any means. Just a crazy one. I used her scythe and just took advantage of his distraction.

She slumped disappointed. She got the hint that Kerrigan wouldnt be killed so easily but it was reassuring to know that they werent immortal. They could be killed. That was good to know.

So you paid your debt by saving her life in return?

He nodded. For that, she told me that if ever I should need her, I could call on her. It was the first time I had ever heard of faeries and for the most part, I just put the whole experience to the back of my mind. However, things in the newspapers began to make sense. Babies disappearing, people turning up dead on the roadsides without any warning. They always looked for human perpetrators but

Humans didnt do it.

Yeah, it was part of the reason I asked to live with Michael over my other relatives. Hes cool but the fact that he wasnt in Ireland was another bonus. Its a heartbreaking thing to realize that youre not safe in your own country.

She understood that. She at least had powers to defend herself but he had been introduced to a world where he was at the bottom of the food chain. That had to be a scary experience.

How did you know that there were no faeries in other countries?

I didnt. I just knew I had to get out of Ireland.

Im glad you did.

He looked at her in surprise and then grinned. Was that sappitude, Irma darling?

She flushed darkly, loving the sound of his accent before she glared at him. Oh shut up, leprechaun.

Ouch, that hurt.

Yeah, Im sure it did. She dusted off her hands and rose to place the plate in the dishwasher. We have to find Cornelia, but I dont know how. I dont know if Will will wake up and if she does, will she be able to look for Cornelia?

She will. Nothing will stop her from trying to save Cornelia, not if this bond you speak of is so strong. And I believe in Saoirses sister. She will do what she can to help you find Cornelia.

Oh and how will she do that? Irma wondered dryly, peering out at the gloomy light of dusk. Will had been out for a full four and a half hours and still showed no signs of stirring. She had tried to sit in with the others, with Hay Lin and Taranee but they had begun to get on her nerves, which is why she had retired to the kitchen. It was like her mother always said when their father was away. It was much better to pass the time doing something rather than just sitting idle and waiting. However, it was different for Taranee and Hay Lin because they werent like her and their forced chipperness was exhausting. She loved them dearly but at this moment in time, she was better off without them.

I dont know. But we have to believe that well find her Irma.

She nodded and tightened her grip on the counter until her knuckles turned white. I just this feels so surreal.

He let out a harsh bark of laughter. It feels surreal to you? Im the one whose girlfriend has wings!

She smiled wryly before turning to face him with a coy expression. So Im your girlfriend now?

No, I just kiss you for the fun of it.

She nodded with a mock solemn expression. Yeah, Im a great kisser.

Now he snorted. And youre full of it.

She nodded in agreement turning to look at him as he approached and placed his own plate in the dishwasher. He closed the door of it and took the opportunity to sneak in a quick kiss just as the door burst open and Hay Lin skidded to a halt, mouth dropping open at the sight before her. Malachi pulled away from Irma slowly and sighed heavily before turning to face the startled Asian girl.

Hay Lin.

Oh, Im sorry, I didnt know you two are when did this?

Breathe Hay Lin. Irma commanded dryly. Now was there something you wanted?

Hay Lin blew out a breath. Aislings woken up! She says that Will will be ok but she needs to rest.

Wills ok?

Yep! Isnt that great? The guardian of air was all but dancing on the spot as she clapped her hands giddily.

Can we see her?

Hay Lin faltered before shaking her head. Wills still asleep. Shes not in the dream anymore but Aisling said she needs to sleep to replenish the energy that Kerrigan drained but shes going to be fine.

What did she say?

Just that Will would be ok and that Kerrigan couldnt hurt her anymore, and that we were really lucky to have a friend like her. She seemed oddly proud of her; whatever they did in that ghost world, Will must have impressed her. Hay Lin shrugged dismissively. She knew Will was great; she didnt need anyone to tell her something she already knew.

Wheres Aisling now? Malachi wondered.

Going to see Elyon about something or other. Maybe to get safe passage into Tir-na-ng. Im not sure but Wills going to wake up soon and then were going to find Cornelia.

Right. Irma nodded and watched the dark haired girl all but skip out of the room again before she turned to Malachi and threw her arms around him.

Malachi caught her, slightly disorientated by the sudden display of affection until he felt the shudders that racked her body. He wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to cry out the tears of fear that had spilled down her cheeks onto his neck, feeling a lump swell in his own throat. Will was going to be ok and that was great. But what then? When she finally woke up, would they go to Ireland to fight the mighty Sidhe? He gripped Irma tighter. She would go to fight the Sidhe. She wasnt strong enough. He had seen them against Kerrigan and he wasnt a King or a prince. He was just a soldier, what hope would they have against an entire army of fey if they needed to fight them? Of course, that was doubtful but he had no idea how things worked in that world. He pressed a kiss to her hair and kept his worries to himself, they would do neither of them any good. She had to do what she felt was right. After all, she had her destiny to fulfil, whatever that might be.

The young woman had claimed that she had saved Will though the details were foggy, there had been a lot of meaningful looks shared between the man and the young woman and then she had declared that they needed to speak to Princess Elyon who had agreed, also without telling him anything. He was captain of Elyons guards and they told him nothing. He didnt even know what had happened to Will, much less where Cornelia was. And he hated to be left out of the loop. He hated not knowing what was going on. It made him feel vulnerable and helpless.

He sighed and sat down on the chair Hay Lin had once sat on hours ago when they had been bickering over what to do with Wills body. At least, she had regained some colouring and wasnt looking so pale and every so often she would twitch. He had never been so happy to see someone twitch. She looked just like anyone else who was sleeping, she would shift and turn and it made him smile to see that little puckered look on her face as though something confused her. It was expressions like that, that soothed him and told him she would be alright, just as soon as she had replenished her energy.

He leaned over and pressed the back of his fingers to her brow to check her temperature again. Somewhere during the dream, the fever had left her brow and now her skin was warm to the touch but not hot. And though she looked peaceful, he wouldnt feel right until he could see her eyes. They were what held her soul, the very heart of Will and until they were shown, he wouldnt be able to leave her side.

His thoughts turned to Cornelia with a lurch of his stomach. What was she going through at this moment? It had been six long hours since she had disappeared and they had done nothing to find her. He hoped that she would understand. They had no choice in the matter but it didnt make him feel any better. Elyon had people who could look for her while they looked after Will but he knew that she was doing the best she could. There was so much to do but only so many hours in the day.

He snapped his gaze to Will as she stirred and mumbled something under her breath, her brows knitting in apprehension.

Will?

Mmm no She began to whimper and her arm stretched up to cover her face.

Will.

No Corny, no help

Will, wake up, its just a dream. He whispered urgently, pressing a rough palm to her cheek.

No let go no

Will, wake up!

She began to thrash and buck wildly. He cursed viciously, where were the girls when he needed them?! If she didnt stop, she was going to do herself an injury. He did the only thing he could do when someone was going out of their mind; he lunged on top of her and pinned down her hands and arms.

Will, its just a dream! His voice was harsh as he fought against her frantic struggles. He buried his face in her hair and whispered into her ear, needing her to hear him so that he could save her.

Come on, Will. Youre safe. Youre in your bed. Youre home. Wake up Will, youre with me. Nothing can harm you. He continued to whisper that mantra in her ear, feeling her slowly begin to relax as the dream began to ebb from her system. Soon enough she began to sleep soundly and he eased back to brush her hair back from her face. The lines had gone from between her brow and her face was peaceful again but he scowled none the less. The girl had said that Will was ok now and yet she was still having nightmares.

He moved to get off her only for him to notice that their hands had become entangled and as he tried to separate them, she began to whimper and her grip tightened. He sighed heavily. What was he going to do now? She wasnt going to let go. She was gripping his hands as if they were the last thing she could hold on to.

He lay down beside her, making sure to keep an appropriate distance as well as staying above the covers, -he didnt want to make her uneasy when she woke- but maybe the human connection would help keep her grounded. It might even bring her out of the dreams she was lost within. He would do whatever it took to get her back.

The sooner she was back, the sooner they got Cornelia back and everything would go back to normal. Hed go back to Meridian and Elyon would be the Queen in truth. He would go back to being captain of the guards and the girls would do whatever it was that they did when he wasnt around. He frowned as he stared up at the ceiling, absently rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. What did the girls do? Hed heard them talking about school but they hadnt mentioned it once since he had arrived. Had they finished with school? Did they have jobs now? He wondered over that. What sort of jobs would they have? He didnt see them defending their world nor would they be working on the land so what did they do?

Another whimper broke his train of thought and he leaned over to brush a strand of vibrant red hair from her face, casually rubbing the texture of it between his finger and thumb. Her hair had always fascinated him. It always looked so vivid and striking, a startling contrast to the gloomy scenery of Meridian.

He closed his eyes and contemplated what they would do next. The logical thing would be to ask for the assistance of the Lord Quinn and his ward. With their alliance, a trip to the Land of Faerie to negotiate the safe return of Cornelia should be made simpler. However, he found it hard to trust any faerie. After all, Will hadnt awoken yet despite the girls help, if you could even call it that.

The problem was, since Kerrigan had gone to so much trouble to obtain Cornelia, it was unlikely he would willingly give her back. Even if his Queen ordered him too. Caleb had come across people who wouldnt listen to their monarch, though he couldnt understand it. He obeyed Elyon though well, sometimes he wondered at her orders. He had never obeyed Phobos and he found it sometimes hard to accept someone else giving him orders. He had been the leader of the rebels after all. Of course, Elyon rarely ordered him, most times she treated him equally and he appreciated that. Though in Phoboss days, people wouldnt defy him easily. They feared him. He wondered if the Queen of Faeries instilled such fear in them.

But why had Kerrigan gone to so much trouble? There was no doubt that Cornelia was a very beautiful young woman but there were many beautiful girls in the world and that wasnt enough to risk penalty of death. Then again, maybe it was nothing to do with her looks but her power. She was the most powerful of the guardians but how had Kerrigan known that? If Caleb and Elyon knew so little of the realm of Faerie, wouldnt it make sense that they would know little about such an insignificant world as Meridian? He shouldnt have known anything about Cornelia, never mind how powerful she was.

Power did make people do crazy things, look at Phobos. But how did Cornelias power help Kerrigan? Cornelia needed Will and the heart to change into her guardian form, it boosted her power and without it she wasnt that strong. None of this made sense to him. All this suffering and trouble for nothing. It was unfair.

His breathing evened and his body slowly began to relax as he sank into the darkness behind his eyes, listening to the rhythmic breathing that gently lulled him to sleep.

I havent thanked you yet, for helping Will I mean.

Aisling shrugged awkwardly. She wasnt used to being thanked for her powers. She was usually simply ordered to do things and then dismissed once they were done. Thats what living in a monarchy meant to her and yet here she was sitting in the parlour having tea with a soon-to-be queen. Strange, she doubted the Queen of Faerie would treat her people to this kind of meeting.

It was nothing. I wanted to help. Will, from what I saw of her, seems to be a good person. I couldnt leave her there.

And shell be alright now? When she wakes up I mean.

She should be. She will remember what happened to her, I cant erase her dreams.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Elyon wondered out loud, not really expecting a reply.

Well see when Will wakes up. Shes strong though, not just in power but in mind and will. She should be fine.

The young princess nodded and sipped her tea, gazing into the fire. So what now?

Now, you will need to contact the Queen and demand that she place Kerrigan under arrest. I doubt she will listen and he will probably take cover in Dun na hOiche but that will limit his movements and put your other guardians out of danger. Hes worked too hard to claim Cornelia so I doubt he would hand her over, even if you asked. However, by demanding this, you are showing the Queen that you are serious.

She has granted me safe passage thus far.

And you will need it. Faerie does not like outsiders coming into their world and brandishing accusations. While the different Throngs may have different wants and desires that conflict, they are also descendants from Gods and they will resent your appearance in their world. Its a bad time for you to enter faerie. A war is coming and you will be the catalyst I fear.

What do you mean? Elyon wondered quietly.

For too long the Queen of the Shining Throng has stood by while the King of the Dark Throng makes his moves. She is a shadow of her former self. Shes growing old and clinging to the memory of her glory days. She has lost the faith of the fey and in turn, she has lost a great deal of her power. The King knows this and so he moves in the shadows, diminishing her powerbase. She lets him because she fears an outright confrontation. As do we all because if she were to lose, all will be lost. The Shining Throng will have no where to go. We will be massacred and sacrificed for their own entertainment. He may take in some of us, those of pure blood, but me, my family and many of our most loyal followers will be destroyed.

What do you mean she stands by and lets him do these things?

We have long known that the King abuses his power, I know that he tortures his people, abuses them and rapes them. I have heard that he has a preference for little human boys and teenage girls with boyish figures. I have said to her, but she shrugs it off. Its only a couple of mortals, nothing important. She spoke with a rueful smile filled with bitterness. Slowly she lifted her gaze from the fire to look directly into the young eyes of the princess. He ordered the murder of my sister. He tried to murder me. He still does try to murder me. She has punished the weak assassins, but she says there is no evidence of his treachery. She invites him to banquets and makes light merriment with him, all the while knowing that he summoned a creature of the greatest darkness to steal the life from my sister, her heir to the throne.

Oh, then you must be Could she really be the disappearing heir? The one who had grown up in the mortal realm only to be brought over to the faerie kingdom after the death of her sister? The one Quinn yes she must be. It would explain Quinns protection of her.

Yeah. Catching her drift, Aisling nodded solemnly. Im the heir to the throne or the disappearing princess as they like to call me. She exiled me when I was a child. And even now she tries to do the same to Quinn and any other who tries to warn her of the Kings backstabbing ways. But Celeste, my grandmother, does not want to lose her crown. She will not fight nor will she give up her throne, but with you there, bringing his transgressions to the public domain, she will have no choice but to do something. The faerie council will not be able to stand idly by. We will go to war and maybe perchance, we will win. I do not know for certain but all I do know is that when the time comes, I will support you in any way you need.

Elyon gasped at the magnitude of the girls words. She could only have been a few years older and here she was talking about dying in a war. A war she was helping bring about. She was talking about going against her own grandmother. You are speaking of treason.

The heir to the faerie throne ducked her head before raising it with a smile flirting with her lips, though her eyes remained grim. As Nal has said many a time, I speak treason fluently. What is one more word to add to my immense vocabulary? I will not stand by any more. If needs be, I will take the throne myself.

But you cant be powerful enough.

Yet again the girl smiled grimly. I will do whats right. I will not live in fear. My grandmother will not do anything to me. She will not destroy her last heir. And if she does not help you, I will abdicate. That threat alone, the idea of not having a blood heir will force her to choose her side once and for all.

What of your brothers?

Aisling raised a brow. Just how much did Elyon know about her family? That seemed a little suspicious considering the way they talked about how secretive Faerie was.

Elyon flushed. Quinn told me some things about faerie and there are books.

Ah. That explains much. For some reason, my grandmother is vainglorious enough to allow people to write about her. She does not fear books; she does not fear the power that knowledge brings. It is part of her downfall. She trusts word of mouth more.

But why cant your brothers take the crown. Surely one of them would be strong enough?

Of course they are. But they are male. My grandmother believes that all men that take the position of leadership in the Shining Throng will be corrupted by power and will in turn lead the Faerie down a path of destruction. She does not understand that through her own selfish actions that she has condemned us all. There will be no going back after this war. The gap will be irreparable. No longer will the council of fey allow our pathetic joke of a monarchy and maybe that would be for the best. Mostly, I just think that whoever wins, and I pray that it is our side; the opponents will not stay within faerie. They will find their own lands and we will end up engaging in war forever. The Faerie are doomed.

And theres nothing you can do? It seemed so tragic that such a legendary race were nearing their extinction caused by their own hand.

Maybe. If Quinn were to assume his position as true King of the Dark Throng but to do that, he would either have to duel the King and win or assemble a power base strong enough to provide a deterrent to the King.

How close is he?

Since hes been working all his life towards this goal, I have to believe hes close. However, I may be the one to prevent him from achieving it.

How so?

Because I need to be Queen of the Shining Throng and have the full support of my people in order to become his ally without reservations from my court. The Queen wont give up her power to me. I cant challenge her because Im not strong enough. When I do become Queen, it will be because she wants it and shell still be in control because thats what Celeste likes most. Being in control.

So what will you do?

I dont know yet. Quinns been preparing his whole life for this and so was Saoirse, they were going to lead the fey into a brighter future. Only she got killed and I got left in the hot seat with no faith from anybody. But I will do my best. Its all I really can do. However, first things first. Contact the Queen and make your demands. Do not negotiate because that will be seen as a sign of weakness and dont, whatever you do, take shit from the help. They may seem like friendly little peasants however theyre anything but. Theyre where we get the idea of mischievous faeries. She shook her head at Elyons confused look and dismissed the questions she knew the young princess begged to ask. Just contact the Queen.

Elyon nodded in acquiescence and waved her hand. Immediately the engraved doors to their left flew open and three men stumbled inside before gaining their bearings. Aldarn recovered first, dusting himself off while trying to maintain some of his dignity at being caught eavesdropping. Drake cleared his throat sheepishly and looked for somewhere to put his hands before finally folding them, while Julian frowned disapprovingly at the young princess.

Elyon, what have I said about conducting meetings without a guard present?

Aisling is our ally.

How can we know that? Begging your pardon, milady. He added in an aside to Aisling who exhaled heavily and rolled her eyes, shifting her feet impatiently.

I just do, now please come in. I must contact the Queen of Faerie once more.

Aldarn and Drake stepped into the room, looking a little awkward as they shifted their gazes around the richly furnished parlour room.

Shouldnt this be conducted in the throne room?

Aisling shook her head. Nah, that will only piss the Queen off. The more informal, the less ridiculous shell be.

Elyon processed that logic before deeming it somewhat understandable -after all, the girl was the Queens granddaughter and that took a while to absorb-. She took the seeing sand from her small pouch and cast it onto the ground, holding a glowing hand over it and murmuring something foreign.

Aisling inched closer as the sands began to swirl, being careful not to step into the sandpit. Shed never seen this method of communication before and it made her wonder about Elyons other skills. How powerful was she? Could she take on the King of the Dark Throng and win? Quinn had said her element was light and so was Aislings to a small degree but the King of the Dark Throng was centuries older than them both. The power he had acquired over those years was bound to dwarf their light dramatically.

She sighed and her shoulders slumped. It was no good. Unless she came up with a better idea, they were going to die.

On the floor, the sands began to clear in the centre showing a picture that was beginning to form. There was a collective gasp as they saw what the picture beheld and Aisling balked vocally.

Oh for bollocks!

Ah Elyon stared at the two figures rolling over the bed and fought the blush that threatened to stain her cheeks while the three men were stuck in their stupor.

Con?! The Irish Princess shouted furiously and the male on the bed, sat up, eyes wild and frantically searching before they landed on the mirror.

Ferguss balls! He cursed viciously, grabbing for a black sheet to cover his body while the woman ducked behind him though Aisling decided it was not out of modesty but because it was probably expected.

No, Im quite sure theyre yours. She replied stoically while Elyon looked between them.

I should- We should leave and give him some privacy. She stuttered out, wondering what had gone wrong. She was sure she had contacted the Queens palace and it was the same point of contact she had used earlier. And god, were all faerie males that beautiful?!

No, keep it up. Con can screen it himself before he fetches the Queen. Aisling growled and watched as the screen became cloudy before she covered her face. I think Im going to be sick.

Who was he?

That was Prince Con, my brother. What an introduction.

But I thought I was contacting the Queen.

You were. However, Con isnt choosy about where he brings his women. Though, jeez, I thought he had some more sense than to go to her room.

That was the Queens room?

Trust me the black sheets scream Celeste, even if she is a decrepit auld bat.

The door opened and they all jumped as though theyd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Quinn surveyed them all before moving to Aislings side but his attention was on Elyons face so he didnt notice how the Irish Princess stiffened when he smiled and greeted the light of meridian first before acknowledging her with a brief nod.

I have just sent Nomad and Shadow back to Ireland. Im sorry I took so long but I received some news from Sinead and Killian, my chief bodyguards. He informed Aldarn and the others, and then he turned to Aisling. What do you know of the sword of Nuada? He asked straight out.

Aisling shrugged blankly before reciting in a dull tone. It renders its wielder invincible. Its one of the four treasures the Tuatha De Dannan brought to Ireland, right up there with Dagdas cauldron. It was sealed within a temple on top of a cliff that fell into the ocean some centuries ago. Why? You think the Kings after it? Sure you have to walk into the temple and defeat the trials. Whats he going to do, snorkel? Its in the sea, its gone.

Elyon, how strong is Cornelia?

Strong enough to lift a chunk of rock from the ocean. Elyon replied grimly, understanding the full implication of what Quinn was saying. That was why he looked so white. All hope was draining from him.

Ferguss balls! Aisling cursed. Youve got to be kidding me. Nobody can lift a damn temple from the ocean! If that was the case, how come she hasnt raised Atlantis yet?

Maybe because Atlantis was built to be under the sea.

Oh bollocks! Was the petulant reply to Quinns dry answer. Bugger! How do we stop her?

Aldarn spoke up, alarmed by the girls question. Hold on, we dont know if she can do this. Cornelia has not used her powers in a long time.

Yeah, Im so not taking any risks.

You cant kill her.

Im not going to kill her. Yet. At their shocked looks, the princess of faerie quickly continued. Seriously, Im not going to kill her. But Im fine with knocking her out. This could bring about the destruction of my people.

Who brought this upon themselves, Cornelia is innocent! Elyon surged to her feet.

Yeah well the biggest victims in wars are the innocents. Aisling muttered under her breath.

Luaith!

What? Im just being honest! Lots of people will die. Shes not anymore special than anyone else. Death doesnt pick or choose its victims. And its ok for you Quinn because you have had more than a couple of decades to gain powers while Ive had next to no time at all. Three measly years. It would be alright if Saoirse were here because shes powerful but Im not. And I probably will die because out of everyone, Im probably the weakest one there and I dont want to die!

Quinn crossed the room to her in two strides, seizing her shoulders and shaking her brusquely. You will not die! I will not allow it!

And how will you stop it? She demanded frantically, tears beginning to well. Everything rests on one girl and it would be simply easier to kill her than try to save her! The tears began to fall freely while Elyon began to vibrate with energy.

Quinn snapped something severely at the crying girl and she sobered instantly, thoroughly shocked, though the tears continued to roll silently down her face. She wiped them away gruffly and turned to Elyon. Im sorry. I shouldnt have said that.

But you meant it.

Fraid so.

Youre horrible.

Aisling swallowed her tears and glared bitterly at the meek princess. Deal with it. You want to save your friend because you love her; well I love my family and friends too. And theyre going to die if Cornelia brings about this feat.

She might not be able to do this, Aisling. Quinn soothed softly, running his hands up and down Aislings arms. Its a great deal of magic; it could completely deplete her strength. He added to Elyon which only heightened her fears.

Aisling scowled. Like that would stop the King. He wouldnt care. Cornelia is just a tool to him. Im sorry that shes your friend and she doesnt deserve to die, but if worse comes to worse She trailed off ominously.

Youd really kill her.

Thats not our objective. We will do what we can to save her, Elyon. Quinn tried to smooth her ruffled feathers but Aisling looked at her with steely eyes.

Yes. Im sorry but you have no idea what the Dark Throng are capable of under the Kings rule. One girls death is nothing compared to the end of a complete nation. And for that Im truly sorry. Im sure this Cornelia is a great person but-

She is a great person. The best.

Im sure if shes anything like Will, she must be but sacrifices must be made. Our entire world could be destroyed and then he would turn his eyes on earth and yours and whatever other worlds there are.

Elyon we will do our best, I promise you. We will stop this before it gets to that stage. I was just informing you that this may be why they took Cornelia. Quinn reasoned, shooting Aisling a dark look.

But how did he know how strong Cornelia is? Elyon questioned, silently vowing that she would get Cornelia back before she even had a chance of raising the temple or being killed by the heir to the Shining Throng.

Quinn shook his head. That I have not discovered yet.

Probably the same way himself over there figured out I was alive.

The princess told me you were alive. I was not stalking you!

She didnt tell you I was in Ireland.

Nor did I expect you to be. Believe me, I had Kerrigan search all over for girls showing hints of power.

Realizing what Quinn had just said, Aisling threw her hands into the air exasperatedly. You dont really think that he mistook Cornelia for me. Hello, Im Saoirses twin sister! Identical twin! Thats a clue right there as to how I would have looked. Besides, theyre younger than me.

We did not know that you were identical. And I thought you would have been smart enough to use glamour. I simply sent Kerrigan to examine any bursts of magical power.

When did this happen? The princess of Meridian jumped in before the female faerie could retort.

Three years ago, shortly before Princess Saoirses death. She wished to contact Aisling and bring her sister back to Faerie when she assumed the throne. I wanted to help her with that.

Elyon closed her eyes and expelled a quiet breath. Three years ago the heart chose the new guardians of the veil. Cornelia would have just received her powers.

Then in all likelihood, Kerrigan may have spotted her then.

Aisling flinched. You should have stuck with Ireland. She sang sardonically under her breath, the fact that Kerrigan had been sent to find her was still a sore point. She frowned before looking directly at her fierce protector. Kerrigan said that Cornelia asked him for something and he was merely collecting his boon. Do you think he kept track of her after finding me?

Elyon sighed heavily. This was just getting worse and worse. Just how long had Kerrigan been in contact with Cornelia? And what wish could he have possibly granted for her? Cornelia had everything she could possibly ever need. She was pretty and confident and talented. She couldnt understand just what Kerrigan could offer her.

Before Quinn could answer their questions, the floor caught their attention as it slowly began to uncloud and there in the surface sat a man with silver hair and murky grey eyes like steel, glaring at them.

Either the Queens undergone a sex change and looks scarily like Nal -for which Id advise her to fire her plastic surgeon- Aisling muttered under her breath before continuing in a louder voice, -or Con didnt tell the Queen I wanted to speak to her.

The Queen is out hunting with the sluagh. The man replied mechanically.

Aisling snorted. Hunting what? Theres nothing to hunt anymore. Then her expression shifted from one of confusion to one of resigned foreboding. Or should the question really be: hunting who?

If the man caught her subtle jab or how she saw through his words, he showed no tell of it. His expression remained emotionless apart from the anger that seemed to all but simmer in his darkening eyes. Like roiling grey clouds, Elyon thought, watching as they continued to swirl around his pupils.

Could you tell the Queen that I wish to speak to her?

The mans eyes fixed on the young Meridian princess and she shrank under his gaze. He was scary. Nothing like Vathek, who had startled her at the very beginning, there was no gentleness behind this mans eyes. There was nothing but simmering rage barely controlled and it intimidated her. She just hoped she wouldnt have to deal with this man too much during their trip to Faerie. It seemed like any little thing would have him in a murderous rage.

And you are? He asked without any inflection of curiosity in his tone. It was simply bored and angry.

May I present to you, Princess Elyon, light of Meridian. There seemed to be a threat behind Aislings words. Princess Elyon, this is prince Nal of the Shining Throng.

Is he your? Elyon trailed off as Nals glare grew intense.

Aisling dismissed her question with a nonchalant wave of her hand but didnt reply since Nal had gone down on his knee. Princess, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. He didnt make it sound like it was a pleasure at all, Elyon thought with a scowl. He was walking a fine line between politeness and rudeness.

Ignore him, Aisling murmured.

Elyon shook her head instead. She could play him at his own game. After all, she had been taught how to act at court and she had to play politics with many nobles she knew did not like her. Plus she had dealt with the It was why she had recognized Prince Nals subtle jibe.

Indeed Prince Nal, however, I wish to speak with the queen. Surely you can contact her.

The Queen is busy. Nal bit out.

Yes, you said. Hunting I believe it was. However, surely hunting does not take all day and I do believe that hunting at night could be quite difficult. It is after midnight there, is it not?

Nal was beginning to tense; his shoulders were tight, his face drawn and his eyes were almost black. Aisling was snickering in the corner while Quinn shook his head and knelt before the prince.

Prince Nal, captain and bodyguard to the Queen, our news is of great importance to the queen.

I should have known youd be behind this, dothir.

What did geehor mean? Elyon wondered as she fixed her skirt and watched the way Nal glared at the true Prince of the Fomorians. The way Nal spoke to him, it showed that he didnt think of Quinn as an equal and seeing this, Elyon began to get a feel for how court politics were played in faerie.

Are you trying to find more allies in your pathetic quest?

Prince Nal, I do not mean any harm.

You will get her killed the same way as you killed my sister.

Elyons eyes flew open and landed on Aisling who was by now beginning to glow with her own temper that could probably rival her brothers. Quinn was stricken, it was clear to see and then his face was blank and remote in such a way that it pained Elyon to watch. However it pissed her off. Out of everyone here, she was the highest ranked and yet they just ignored her as though she were simply a maid or a guard. It was rude and downright obnoxious and she didnt have to take it.

Thats enough!

All three faerie and the three meridianites stared at the young princess who was now floating with a glowing nimbus around her. Her flaxen hair flared in the breeze that was felt by no one but herself. She inhaled deeply before lowering to the ground, though she remained hovering before the prince of faerie.

I am princess Elyon, heir to the Meridian Throne and you will show me the proper respect. I outrank you, so either help me or find someone who will. Your childishness is an insult to your people.

Nal snarled at her before bowing lowly and mockingly. I will fetch someone who will be more help than hindrance to you milady. He muttered before backing away from the mirror and it clouded over.

Elyon sighed and slumped, falling back onto her seat which moved forward with a gesture of her hand. I really blew that, huh?

Julian nodded but rubbed her shoulder in a comforting gesture. He was most awkward, Elyon, it was not your fault.

Its mine, I suppose. I shouldnt have spoken at all. Aisling ventured forward, head ducked down in shame.

Nal is a very proud fey. He is most protective of his grandmother and hes very arrogant in his belief of the superiority of the fey. Quinn raked a hand through his hair, glancing down at Aisling when she laid her head against his arm. He automatically put an arm around her, drawing a curious look from the occupants in the room but they said nothing.

However, he continued. He would have made a good ally. Hes strong and a good fighter.

Elyon groaned softly. Great, she had just alienated a potential powerful ally. Smart, real smart Elyon. What do I do to fix it then?

Um Aisling trailed off. Actually, theres nothing you really can do. Nals a git. A really big pain in the ass and well, he doesnt like being treated like a child by one.

Im not a child; Im only a couple of years younger than you.

Aye; and Im at least two centuries younger than him. See the big difference here?

What do we do now then?

We wait, I guess.

Great, like they hadnt spent the past couple of days waiting. At this rate they werent ever going to rescue Cornelia.

She felt lost. So lost and so empty. It was like this giant crater inside of her and it was hollow. Hollow and vacant. Her eyes trailed to the figure beside her. She had woken thirty minutes ago, glued to him as though he were the only source of comfort she had left in the world. Part of her believed he was though she had no idea how he would feel about it. She certainly had no idea how she had come to be in his bed. Then she had realized that she was in her own room. Her own room in her own house and that made her suspicious. Hadnt she been in a ghost world haunted by memories? Where were they now? Where was Kerrigan? Where was Aisling? Had it all been a dream?

She sighed heavily and cuddled herself tighter; then she pinched herself. Ow. Ok, so that hurt. Hurting was good and hearing Calebs breathing was great but did that mean the dream was over? Was she really alive, again? How could she be certain? She had felt pain in the dreamscape. She had been slashed by Morbegs leg and

Curious, she angled her leg to look down at her calf. It didnt feel sore but, driven by her own curiosity, she ran her fingers down the scratchy material of her striped tights. She was still in guardian form but there was no blood and no tear where Morbegs leg had met with her own so what did that mean?

She wished she could remember what happened before she went to the dream world. How did she end up here in her bed and why was Caleb there? Nevertheless, she felt better than before. There was no way to explain it but she felt more like herself again and less like that hollow version of her that walked the dreamscape. She felt whole.

Caleb shifted beside her and she froze, praying silently that he wouldnt wake up and see her there. How awkward would that be to explain? Though technically, he was in her bed, not the other way round. Still, it was strange to have him here. Obviously he had been watching over her, yet where were the others? She could look for them, but, she didnt want to face them, not yet at any rate. She just needed some time to herself.

She wished she remembered more. Had the dream simply been a dream and nothing more? It had felt so real and yet here she was in her bed with not a scratch on her. And what about Cornelia? Was she really kidnapped? Or was that another trick of the mind? It was just so hard to know.

She slumped against the head of the bed and glanced at the body that radiated warmth against her side. Curious, she drew her finger along his jaw. He was so warm and firm. She pulled her hand away and clenched her fist to absorb the tingle that prickled along her skin. She shouldnt be touching him while he was sleeping. It was unfair to him and to Cornelia.

Cornelia

They had to find her some how. Kerrigan wasnt just going to offer her over on a silver platter. Hed expect something in return and somehow Will didnt think hed accept her. However, he might accept Aisling -if Aisling was real that is- since they seemed to have some history but could Will really do that? Offer up someone for Cornelias life?

No. It wasnt the right or fair thing to do. She had no problem offering herself up, after all, she was more of a hindrance than a help to the guardians but she couldnt risk anyone elses life. Theyd just have to hope that Elyon came through for them.

She tsked down at her hand that continued to tingle. What was wrong with her hand now? Curious, she reached over to touch it only to yank it back with a physical jolt. Ow. She whispered, shaking off the static shock that coursed through her.

Her eyes fell on the window again. Maybe she could just go for a walk, clear her head. Anything had to be better than sitting here and waiting for her friends to find her. Besides, she didnt want to tell them what had happened to her. It was private and she wasnt altogether sure how much of it was real. After all, hadnt she? Nah, that definitely had to be a dream. How could she possibly kill a spider with lightning? She didnt have a power and lightning wasnt an element. Irma and the others had elements; she was just the battery pack.

Her eyes, on their own accord, flicked back to Caleb and she sighed, feeling that twist in her heart, the one that bordered between pleasure and pain, the one she had coped with all of her life -once believing it to be an ailment of some sorts but she soon realized it was an affect of seeing him. His nose twitched and she smiled fondly, feeling an overwhelming wave of affection for him. He looked so adorable when he slept, not vulnerable and happy but more at ease with himself. Then again, sleep washed away a number of things. It was nice of him to stay with her though, he must have been going out of his mind with worry for Cornelia and yet here he was. He didnt have to stay here. She was sure there were plenty of things that Elyon could have him do. But his honour wouldnt let him just abandon her, she wasnt fooling herself by thinking she was anything to him but there was no one forcing him to sleep here. He had to be exhausted, what with staying up all last night and here she was sleeping for most of the day, maybe even days, she didnt know. She just hoped for Cornelias sake that it was only a couple of hours at the most.

Suddenly Calebs eyes opened and she was ensnared in his blistering green eyes. For a time frozen moment he just watched her and then his brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to sift through dream and reality.

Hey. She managed to choke out softly, needing to fill the silence while her cheeks began to heat from his intense look.

He frowned softly, shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. He looked up at her plaintively. Will?

Yes?

Then in a move so fast she didnt even catch it until she felt the repercussions, she was swept into his arms and her nose smashed against his firm chest as he held her tightly and muttered incoherently into her hair. It was a strange sensation altogether and not utterly unpleasant either, just strange since Caleb wasnt prone to displays of affection unless it was mushiness with Cornelia, that is.

Caleb? She managed to choke out around a mouthful of t-shirt.

He dragged her back and scowled furiously at her, face black with temper. You idiot! What the hell did you think you were doing? You almost died! If Cornelia-

HEY! She snapped back. How dare he? She had done what she had felt she had to. It wasnt her fault he hadnt been man enough to take out Kerrigan and save Cornelia.

What? You have a reason for why you were so stupid!

What would you rather have done? Will demanded.

Cornelia was going to go with him and-

And what? Im sorry but I was trying to help out. He was using me as leverage. He planned to take Cornelia anyway! If I got away-

If you got away, what? You were exhausted, all of you were! I cant believe you were so damn careless with your powers!

She snarled because that hit just a little too close to home. After all, what she had done was careless because she wasnt supposed to be a guardian. If the real guardian and holder of the heart had done it, she was sure they would have destroyed Kerrigan. She had put the girls in danger, her and her stupidity. Caleb was right. She had put Cornelia in danger. It was all her fault.

Dammit Will, I thought you were dead!

So what if I was? She demanded hotly; then gasped at her words, staring at him in horror. I didnt mean that!

Damn right you didnt. He growled darkly. Dont ever say something like that to me again. You have no idea what your actions did to me- us! All of us! The girls are through there! Theyre frantic with worry and your cousin, Malcolm or something is really scared.

Im sorry! I really am. She dropped her head against his chest and idly his hand came up to stroke her back in a soothing gesture. I just I couldnt let you make that choice. It wasnt fair. And Cornelia She looked up at him and jerked back, eyes wide and heart thudding as she realized how close she was to him. Turning away, she hugged herself against the chill left by the removal of his body heat. How long have I been out?

Five hours by my reckoning.

Five hours? That was too long. Has Cornelia been found? Has Elyon rescued her?

He averted his gaze and shook his head. No.

Why not?

We dont know where she is. And we couldnt enter Faerie until you awoke and-

Why would you wait for me? I dont have any powers. God, Caleb you should have just left me. Id have been fine.

We couldnt leave you.

She scowled at him heatedly. Yes you could have. Im sure if you got the heart to Cornelia or Irma, they could have used it. Im just- She broke off, unwilling to spill her theories to him. Knowing him as she did, he might try to convince her that she was the chosen one for the heart, but he had been right the first time theyd met. She wasnt cut out to be a guardian.

What are you talking about?

Nothing. She shook off her depression and tried to muster up a smile. So, what happened after I went into a coma?

It was a spell. Some girl had to wake you up but you didnt wake up when she did. She said you were tired.

Blonde, gold eyes, white skin, pretty?

He jerked a shoulder, his face remaining inscrutable. If you like that sort but yeah, sounds like her.

So the dream was real, or as real as dreams can be. Kerrigan has Cornelia and he wont give her back. She snapped her gaze up to his and frowned. We have to find her, the girl. She can fight Kerrigan.

Kerrigan was in your dream?

Will nodded, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with his close proximity so she got to her feet and shakily wandered to the window, pressing her fingertips against the rivulets of rain. He appeared when we were leaving. The portal allowed him to enter. She looked over her shoulder at him and sighed. Hes so powerful Caleb.

More powerful than Phobos?

She bobbed her head. Phobos is like a child compared to him and thats saying something.

Caleb nodded. Phobos had been no small fry. Not only was his arsenal and armies impressive, but his own power had been unrivalled until the guardians and their princess appeared. But you beat him and you can beat him too. You just need to work together. We all need to work together.

Yeah but Kerrigan isnt alone. I saw what Aisling could do and it was impressive. She said it was just because of the dreamscape though. A memory flashed through her head, lightning spearing a sword and was gone just as quick. We need to find her. Where did she go?

To see Elyon.

Right.

Dont you need to rest?

Ive been resting for the past five hours Caleb; its time for some action. Or at least to give Elyon back the heart and then then what? When she gave it up, shed be forced to go back home and just be a normal girl. Could she really do that? Was she cut out for normal? Shed tried it these past couple of years and the monotony had nearly killed her. If it hadnt been for the girls, it would have but they were the chosen guardians. They had powers -again another bolt of lightning flickered through her mind and overhead thunder rumbled ominously- and they would go save Cornelia and shed be left here alone.

But she had no choice, she assured herself, because by keeping the heart, shed only be putting everyone else in danger. Im going to shower; Ill be down in a few minutes. Then we can go to Elyon.

Will

She paused at the door to the bathroom, heart thudding as she looked at him, surrounded by a nimbus of golden light from the lamp by her bedside. Yeah? She croaked nervously. Please dont see through this faade.

He shook his head looking troubled. Nothing.

Um, ok then.

He watched her disappear into the small room and as she puttered around inside, he slumped against the headboard. She was awake and alive and yet, something felt odd. Her eyes, they werent the ones he was used to and yes, he had been gone for a while but he knew Will. Something was wrong with her. She was determined and stubborn as usual but there was just something and the way she was acting just wasnt like her at all. She seemed so isolated and lost. What had happened to her? What had happened to take the light and warmth away from her? Why was she being so distant? It wasnt that she was shy, she was always shy to a degree but this Will was almost bordering on reclusive without meaning to be.

He swung his legs off the bed and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Maybe he shouldnt have yelled at her. He just hadnt known how to react. One minute he was sleeping with her unconscious next to him and then suddenly he wakes up and shes sitting over him with this softness to her eyes and then it was gone. Poof! And he had suddenly felt cold and awkward and angry and then she had to just say hey as though nothing had happened. She had almost died! Didnt that warrant something more than just a hey?

He just didnt understand girls. He certainly didnt understand stubborn red heads as well as he thought he had. He had no right to be angry that she wouldnt share her problems with him. After all, he hadnt seen her in years until she popped back into his life but he couldnt help but be reminded of how close theyd once been. Maybe he didnt show it but he had liked her, a lot, back in those days. She was funny and witty and clever and compassionate.

She was like the little sister he hadnt had and yet, not. He felt protective of her and close to her in a way he didnt with others. He felt comfortable with her and at other times so unbelievably awkward, so sure she could see through his guards to the vulnerable boy inside. She helped give him courage. If she could accept her burden and fight in a war that should have meant nothing to her, then he could lead the rebels and put the true heir on the throne. Age didnt matter, right? It was the person that counted.

His eyes roamed over the little knickknacks sitting on her dresser and his eyes fell on a familiar carving. A small smile of disbelief curved his lips. She kept it? Why? She hadnt been particularly impressed with it, he remembered as he picked up the carving of Will in her guardian form. It had been for her birthday and he had wanted to get her something but nothing in their world worked and his world, well he couldnt just go to a stall, hed be recognized. So he had carved this for her and presented it to her with so much pride. And her reaction. It hadnt been what he had been hoping for. In fact, it made him feel inadequate, especially when some boy could make her smile just by offering to help her lift a box of tasty round bread. Hed helped her lift a bench for pitys sake! And he helped save her from a snake. That had to count for something, didnt it?

Caleb?

He startled and almost dropped the carving but his reflexes kicked in and he seized it between his fingers firmly. Uh, hey, werent you going to get a shower?

Uh, yeah but I need some stuff. Is that-?

The carving I made you, yeah? Its the one you just tossed aside without much care, he thought bitterly. I didnt think youd have kept it.

Why wouldnt I? Its carved by the mighty rebel leaders own hands. She taunted teasingly, eyes bright with mirth despite the heat in her cheeks for being caught hoarding his one present to her.

I didnt think you liked it that much.

Why? Its beautiful.

You didnt seem to think so.

She frowned then caught his meaning. You were mentioning dragon scales around Elyon and though she is now princess of Meridian, we didnt know that at the time.

Are you trying to tell me you dont have any dragons on Earth? He demanded dubiously. He still didnt believe this.

Not the kind you mean, no. There are ones in Meridian I take it?

Yeah. Not as many as there once were. Phobos would hunt them but with Elyon on the throne, theyve begun to repopulate again.

Really? Wow, Id love to see them sometime.

Then maybe Ill take you sometime. He smiled a quirk of his lips and felt something quake deep inside him when she tentatively returned it.

Id like that.

Maybe for your next birthday.

Going to see dragons on my eighteenth does sound much better than a party by Cor nelia. We have to get her back first. She declared grimly but there was a small glow back in her eyes he was pleased to see. Now, Im definitely going to shower, so if you dont mind, you can go tell the others Im ok. I need to get cleaned up first.

You sure youre ok?

Yeah. I will be.

He sighed and smiled, feeling he needed to do something, some gesture to show he missed her but everything he thought of seemed so awkward and unnecessary, so instead he ruffled her hair much the same as his father had done to him, not knowing he was breaking her heart in the process. See you in a few.

Yeah, she whispered watching him leave with a heavy sorrow weighing down on her. What made her think she could compete with Cornelia Hale for Calebs affection?!

So now we have a reason as to why the Faerie might want Cornelia. The sword of Nuada is an actual relic so you can look it up in mythology on Wikipedia. The Temple thing is totally made up by myself because I felt like it. I know this story is taking its sweet ass time but there’s no point rushing things otherwise the story will lose something. Yeah, I know it’s hell to wait on but when it’s finished, it’ll be a novel worthy story that I will be proud off, though this chapter is not as good as last one. The last one was cool to write, this one required many drafts. However, I will try to update this again soon. SO please review and give me your thoughts on it.

And by not long, I meant the chapter wasn’t that long, I know the wait was incredibly long, and I’m sorry for that. You were asking for translations:

Na banphrionsa – (Na Bann Frian’sa)– Princess or the princess and when ‘mo‘ comes before it, it’s my princess. Pronounced with F because of the h after P.

Nl – (kneel) – No

i do chro – (ee do chree) – In your heart

Nl s bs – (kneel she boss) – She isn’t dead

Bh m niamh-chomhfosach- (V may Nave-Cove’fish’ach) – I was unconscious

stoirm tintreach – (Storm tin’track) – Lightning storm

Disigh anois, le do thoill – (Doo’shig a’nish, le do hill) – Wake up now, please

Saoirse – (Sear’sha) – Means freedom but is also a popular Irish name.

Aisling N Allain- (Ash’ling Nee All-in) – Aisling means Dream but Aisling Ni Allain means Beautiful Dream.

mo deirfir – (maw jer’fur) – My sister

Cinnte – (Keen’cha) – Certainly

mham – (wham) – Mum/mam/mom

Naofa Moth – (Nao-fa Maw’hu) – Blessed Consciousness or Blessed Awakener.

Nal – (Neal) – Something to do with clouds.

Eoin – (own) – It’s the Irish version of Owen.

Luaith – (Lu’a) – Ash

Dun na hOiche – (Doon na ee’ha) – Fort of Night, fort of Darkness

muirin – (mur’in) – Type of endearment, usually darling, sweetheart, love, etc.

And yes this is technically a romance, it’s just not very romantic. Don’t hate me Seniya, I just wanna make this a good Witch fic and not over flood it with icky gooey mushiness. Though the hot kinkiness could come into if everyone reviews a lot. Lol. I’m bribing people, this isn’t good. It shows my desperation, lol. Well, I seriously hope you enjoy it and aren’t too confused by the OC’s. But they’re like new characters, don’t see them as OC’s. They’re new bad guys and allies and some are just in between.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

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One Response to W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Waking Dreams Chapter 11

  1. Ally says:

    Me dull. You smart. That’s just what I needde.

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