W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Waking Dreams – Chapter 7

W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Waking Dreams – Chapter 7

Waking Dreams

By: Zadien

Chapter Seven: Lord of the Formori

Elyon sat on her oval bed in the centre of her chamber and stared at the ceiling. As fun as being the ruler of a country was, there were times that she wished she could go back to Earth and just be a teenager again, no longer the true heir to the throne, but just Elyon Browne. Today was one of those days. She was still no closer to finding out how to help Cornelia and something told her that that was paramount. The Sidhe would not simply stand by and wait for them to figure out how to stop him. Her greatest fear was failing to help Cornelia who had been the one to burst through the floor and save her life. She couldnt let her down.

She sighed heavily and her gaze turned to the large oak doors that had carvings of great battles that helped forge the country of Meridian. She knew the history behind each panel yet most of it wasnt pretty, apart from the story about Star of Threbe. Yes, the star had been what Cedric and Phobos had used to bring her under their control but it had also brought her to Meridian and to her destiny. However, it was the sentiment behind the Star of Threbe that she liked the most.

The bed sat on a platform by the wall underneath the sky light while there was a balcony opposite the door. From her position on the bed, she could see the door and the window and yet if anyone were to come in by either entrance they would not see her immediately. There were also veils hanging from the rail above the bed that provided extra protection for her. Off to the side, there was a door for her bathroom and another for her private study, not that she got much privacy. Someone always accompanied her, whether it was a lady in waiting or a royal guard. Her chosen bodyguards were Aldarn and Drake, for she trusted them explicitly with her life and her country and they were closer to her age so they were that much easier to talk with. Some of the older ones, who valued the old ways, would not speak to her unless she expressly ordered them to. She preferred people to have some semblance of free speech but Julian ordered her not to make that a decree for she would lose her country far too soon.

There was still civil unrest in Meridian. The nobles who had supported Phobos were unhappy with her for taking their land and giving it to the slaves. At the slightest hint of weakness on her part, they would pounce and tear her asunder, rally the people and execute her. Without a crown on her head, she had nowhere to go. She didnt belong on earth anymore and sometimes she didnt feel like she belonged on Meridian either, but at least the inhabitants of the world were quite similar to humans. The land of Faerie was very different.

Her gaze slid to the book on her dresser. The book of ages, it held all the history of all the dimensions in this universe. Julian, on hearing of Cornelias plight, had made her study up on the history of faerie while he made the plans for the coronation. Even as she lay there, her dress was being weaved from the purest silks, the invitations sent out and her royal guards were on the look out for those who would seek to do her harm at this occasion. She wasnt worried about the coronation, she knew what would happen there but she did worry about being granted access to Tir-na-ng. Twice she had called on them and twice, she found out that the Queen was away hunting with the wild hunt and the Sluagh. It was a pitiful excuse but as she was only a princess, she could do nothing in front of a queen.

From the Book of Ages, she had learnt that the Queen was arrogant and often childish when chasing after what she sought. She could be cruel and manipulative and she despised human blood or any tainting of her bloodline. She had exiled her youngest grandchild from Faerie for having the blood of a human in her veins and yet she had kept the girls twin to be her heir presumptive. However, the heir presumptive became the heir apparent after the Queens daughter Princess Taran had abdicated the throne to punish her mother. It was a complicated royal history and Elyon was certain that things would only get more complicated when dealing with them.

The main door pushed open and Aldarn strode in, dressed in a dark burgundy tunic, black trousers and brown boots. There was a sword sheathed at his side and a bow at his back with a quiver. Aldarn rarely went anywhere without his weapons and yet, she knew that there were others tucked away that she could not see, despite the fact that he was safe within the castle.

Outside the wind swept into the bedroom, scented by the roses and other flowers that bloomed in the royal gardens and with the sweet, heady scent of a constant summer. There really was no need for seasons in Meridian and yet; she often felt the need for some change. A nice shower of rain so wet, that it would soak through your skin before youd gone more than a step in it or the snow that was so soft and clingy, that you could build the most amazing snowmen with it. She had the power to bring such things to Meridian but she loved summer most of all, that was her presiding season.

That is not to say that she would ignore the other seasons, she would do whatever she could for a good harvest for her people but she wanted sunshine for her coronation, it was her one selfish spell for the week and one that Julian had been most disapproving of it.

Do you have something to report Aldarn?

You should get out of your bed, your highness. Your coronation is fast approaching and there is still much we have to prepare.

I am awaiting the call of the Faerie High Queen. She sighed and rolled off the bed, smoothing down the line of her skirt with a casual move before she moved to the balcony. Her flaxen hair fell in long shining waves to her waist and the circlet she wore gleamed in the sunshine.

Aldarns brow furrowed and his gaze flicked to the mirror. She has not called you back? He made it a question but he knew that Elyon spoke the truth. What is she playing at?

I dont know. I made a royal request and she refused to speak with me.

She refuses to see you as an equal. Drake spoke as he entered the room, his heels making a harsh sound on the cobble stone floors. You are not queen Elyon; she has been High Queen for many unattested years.

Elyon scowled out at the country before her. She was ascending the throne this very day and still Celeste refused to treat her as a monarch. I have an idea.

Aldarn and Drake exchanged a wary glance. They were very aware of Elyons ideas and the danger they often posed. Such as the time she told them that she wished to design their outfits for them because they were what was term? Fashion challenged. Obviously, when she was designing the outfit, she had failed to take into account that their garbs were made of tough beast hide that was both fire proof and virtually impenetrable and they were also easy to move in.

Guys, this is a good idea.

Of course, milady.

As if you would have any other kind. Aldarn muttered under his breath and Drake snorted back a chuckle.

Elyon simply smiled at them before approaching the mirror that sat upon her vanity. Pressing her fingers, she called upon her power. Magick prickled along her skin as the breeze picked up, lifting her hair off her shoulders. She closed her eyes, seeking the person she was looking for. An image formed in her minds eye and her fingers began to form ripples on the mirrors surface as though it were water. The ripples began to spread and soon the mirror began to change to a fluid substance.

Then the ripples stopped and a face appeared in the place of Elyons reflection. A mans face, handsome and intense. You called Princess Elyon, rightful heir of the Meridian throne.

Greetings, Quinn, Lord of the Formori.

Aldarn and Drake quickly moved to flank their princess as she took her seat at the edge of her bed. By rights, she should be conducting this meeting in the throne room and had she been thinking clearly, she would have done so with the sands of communication but she just had a flash of inspiration and she had contacted Quinn before she had even thought about it. However, with her two guards at her side, she would be giving a show of power despite the fact that Quinn stood in his royal splendor with his guards and subjects at his side, despite not having a crown on his head.

Congratulations on your coronation. Word reaches us that it is today, is it not?

You have heard correct, I am most apologetic that I was not able to invite you and your entourage, I would have most liked to have the Lord of the Formori, true King of the dark throng at my coronation but it is a rushed affair.

Quinn nodded; his pale grey eyes were a startling contrast to his darkly tanned skin. Sleek midnight blue hair fell down to curtain one side of his face, he had pulled the rest back and clasped it at his neck. He wore a white cloak with sapphire orbs on each shoulder decorating his shoulder plates. His dark blue shirt underneath was double-breasted and showed enough of his chest to assure her that he wore nothing under that. He had belted his shirt at the waist and his trousers were the same shade and material, squeezed into knee high black leather boots. He wore no visible weapons but she was certain that Quinn wouldnt rely on just his guards to keep him safe.

I gathered that much myself, your highness. May I inquire, as to why this is? You were not planning to take the throne until you were of age, has things changed so much since we last spoke?

I must ascend the throne, your lordship. She told him in a soft tone. At Aldarns nudge, she lifted her gaze from her hands to meet Quinns icy gaze. My Guardian of Earth, one of my most loyal protectors has been targeted in her dreams by a Leannn Sidhe.

Quinns jaw tightened and his eyes hardened under his dark brows until they looked brittle and dark. I am most aggrieved to hear of that. Would you have a name of this most disgraceful traitor to the Faerie name?

Not at the moment, no. Should I hear of it; I will notify you immediately.

He gave a slight nod waving a guard away with a flick of his wrist. I still do not see why you have contacted me. I have no power over the Sidhe, never mind the Leannn Sidhe.

You are a member of the Faerie court, are you not?

Quinn seemed to consider that for a moment. You wish for me to plead your case?

I wish for safe passage to enter the land of Tir Na ng.

Now the Lord of the Formori looked, for a second, apologetic. He sighed wearily and shook his head. I cannot grant you such a boon; it is not within my power. I have only just been accepted into the court once more, I cannot jeopardize my people in that way, Elyon.

Could you speak to the Queen on my behalf, she refuses to take my call.

Quinn cast a glance around him and with one look; he ordered them away, though one hesitated merely briefly before walking out of the throne room. Elyon looked to her own bodyguards but Aldarn and Drake gave her a hard stare. She sighed. If her own bodyguards would not leave her, how could she expect her people to obey her? Quinn let out a low chuckle that made her shiver from the darkness of it that traveled through the mirror and echoed through the room.

If I may speak frankly, Princess, I fear that Celeste is awaiting my one mistake that will allow her to exile me from Court once more; I cannot afford to let this happen.

It is your only way to keep the princess safe. Elyon spoke with a soft smile.

Immediately Quinns face closed down, becoming scarily expressionless. You see too much Elyon.

Im a teenage girl, Quinn. She replied giving a small curtsy as befitting a royal prince who should be King, had not the High Queen decreed that the Formori would not have a monarch of power to rival hers. She sobered quickly as she realized her predicament. Is there anything that would allow me safe passage to the Land of Faerie? I must stop the Leannn Sidhe before he does something to my friend.

I do not know. I can guarantee you one thing, Elyon; should you make it to Faerie, I will give you my backing.

You have my utmost gratitude, and should I be able to do anything for you, you need only ask. Aldarn made a small sound under his breath but she silenced him with a look.

Quinn smirked, almost triumphantly before bowing lowly. When he rose, there was a strange glimmering light in his eyes. You are a teenage girl; there may be a use for you.

Elyon laughed, before thanking the Formorian Prince once more before she closed down the signal and sighed. Well things have just taken another turn for the worse.

You offer yourself too freely Elyon; goodness knows what one of the greater royals will ask of you because you do not think your words through. Do not be so quick to lend a helping hand unless you know what they wish from you.

Elyon gave a sigh of exasperation. Sometimes Aldarn could be so rigid. He listened to Julian too much. Julian was always saying that her human manners would only get her in trouble. Court politics were too confusing at times. When she just wanted to help, she had to worry about what the other party would take from her. Nothing was ever done out of the goodness of anyones hearts, everyone had ulterior motives.

So, now what do we do? She asked. There must be a way to score an invite.

Youre a queen Elyon, you must think like one. Drake said. That, or try Calebs way.

Aldarn flashed a grin. You could try breaking in.

Oh yes that would work, I break in all on my own and get stomped on by an ogre. Somehow, I dont think that way will work. Elyon blew out a breath and linked her hands behind her neck, bracing them there to stretch her tightly wound tendons. First things first, I have to become queen; then I can focus on helping Cornelia.

Since what Elyon said made sense and since they happened to have been thinking the same idea, they said no more about her human mannerisms. It didnt matter how many times she studied her court politics, she still failed to practice her court faade. She just wasnt so great at hiding her emotions but she was getting better. However, it didnt matter how much she practiced a blank expression in the mirror, it was a lot harder to remain neutral when her emotions werent feeling so.

Come, we must go to the throne room. I just have a feeling that Julian and Trina will have made this into a bigger farce than it already is.

With a quick glance around her room, she lifted her skirts slightly off the ground and made her way towards the exit, trusting her guards to close up behind her.

Everyone bustled around, women moved like bees from stall to stall seeking fresh food and bargains, while boys and girls on rollerblades and bicycles zipped past the shops on their way to the beach or the ice cream parlor on the corner of the main street. The park was already filled with people walking their dogs or playing Frisbee while toddlers socialized in the sand pit discussing important toddler stuff in incomprehensible babbling and squeals.

Tilting her head back, she surveyed the vivid blue sky that was beginning to lose its wintry hardness as the color deepened to the beautiful cornflower shade that would be reflected by the ocean by midsummer. A white streak was the only thing that marred its perfection and the culprit, a silver jet, quickly zoomed away from the crime scene, disappearing behind a high rise building she recognized as the Keaterson Office block.

Beside her, Caleb scuffed his shoes as he dragged his feet behind him causing her to sigh. He was acting like a big baby, she thought sourly. Really, he could have been a rebel against nappy rash because right now she couldnt see how hed ever been a rebel against Phobos reign. Maybe being the captain of the guard had made him soft, though she wouldnt say that to him, hed probably just become all the more sulkier.

And why was he sulking? Because he didnt want to go shopping! Why hadnt he told Cornelia that then? Why did he have to go crying to her over it? Did she look like his mother? Not for the first time, Will Vandom had to admit she just didnt understand men and she was a Cub Scout leader, but sometimes, her boys really seemed like they were a lot more mature. At least if they didnt want to go somewhere, they didnt wait until they got there to whine about it.

That was what was really crawling up her butt about the whole situation. Why hadnt he just spoken up when he was at the house about his dislike of shopping? He could have stayed and looked after Cornelia that way but no, he had sucked it in and then when Hay Lin and Taranee had headed off to the optician, hed released all of it on her. Since when did she become mother confessor or was that an oxymoron? No wait; the only moron was the one trailing along beside her, sighing and dragging his feet like a child.

Oh for pitys sake Caleb, suck it up! she suddenly bit out. I dont want to be here that much either, but Cornelia needs some time alone. Besides, if you really didnt want to come, why did you? None of us forced you to.

He gave her a hard look. If I remember correctly, the reason Im here at all is because you pulled me through a portal.

Oh I did not! Weve had this discussion; Im just a puny little girl. How could I possibly push a big strong man like yourself around? she demanded, folding her arms but refusing to look at him because he was wearing one of those unbearably tight t-shirts that while they looked incredibly good on him, didnt do much for her blood pressure. He had to know that type of clothing made his arms look toned and brought serious attention to his shoulders and broad chest, he just had to know. He probably wore it just so that Cornelia would swoon, she decided. No one else was going to, especially not her.

Caleb simply rolled his verdant eyes. Besides, I said I didnt want to go.

And Cornelia doesnt need to be babysat. Look Caleb, you can have plenty of time to fuss over her when we get back. Look at this as a chance to gather more weapons for your men or something and stop dragging your feet. She huffed and gave her head a shake, causing more tendrils of red hair to cascade down to frame her face. Absently, she tucked them behind her ear as she scanned the street for what she was looking for.

I wasnt planning on fussing over Cornelia, we broke up remember?

Actually I dont remember that happening, to be honest. You just stopped seeing each other due to unforeseen circumstances.

Unforeseen? How was it unforeseen? he demanded moodily.

None of us could have known for certain that wed defeat Phobos. We just hoped we would, she mumbled around her thumb that she was nibbling on. This way. she decided, moving down a side alley.

She still could have visited.

She said she couldnt. Something about the veil needing to reknit itself and then she was scared you wouldnt want her anymore, since the pressure of the battle was over and you werent being forced together anymore and why am I telling you this? she finally asked whirling on her. Im not an agony aunt, Im not a relationship counselor and more to the point, Im not Cornelia. You two should work this out on your own.

She shook her head and clenched her fists as she counted to ten. She didnt even understand why she was getting so worked up over this. Whatever went on between Caleb and Cornelia was none of her business and it was up to them to sort it out, they were after all nearly adults and yet Her insides felt all churned up and queasy, a headache was brewing at her temples, she felt prickly and just in a general bad temperament. It was probably more to do with her getting so little sleep that night, rather than her actually being angry with Caleb. He just made a good scapegoat. She was sure shed be as antsy with anyone else too. Honest.

She pressed a hand to her stomach to suppress the squirming sensation going on down in her gut. It was irritating and hard to ignore.

She was scared I wouldnt want her? he asked curiously.

Will clutched the pulsing warmth of the heart of candracar in her fist, trying to take some comfort from it. Caleb, I dont know alright. It was just something she mentioned and I honestly think you should talk to her about it because; I dont want to get involved. Me and romance, it just doesnt go.

You had a boyfriend, Will. Caleb muttered under his breath as he surveyed a group of boys grinding and doing flips on their skateboard down a side alley.

Yeah and we broke up, Caleb, a long time ago.

He cast her an inquisitive look. You did? Last time I saw you two, you really liked him what was his name? Mark, Mike, Mack? His brow furrowed as he went through all similar sounding names. The name was just there on the tip of his tongue and he just couldnt spit it out.

Matt! His name was Matt and the last time you saw me, was three years ago Caleb. I have grown up since then. She ground out, hunching her shoulders and shoving her hands in her pockets. She wasnt sure where this temper was bubbling up from. However, something was simmering just under the skin and she just had to scratch it or it would fester and boil over.

Caleb hesitated for half a beat. He could walk straight into battle, order a legion of men and face down a ten-foot lizard, but women problems were just out of his playing field. He wasnt trained to deal with over emotional girls. It just wasnt something he was required to do. He protected Elyon but he wasnt her nursemaid. If she had a case of the vapors, he never knew about it and that sat just fine with him. Better to be in the dark than feel awkward when trying to do a job.

Nevertheless, these earth girls just couldnt keep anything to themselves. Hadnt Hay Lin told him that Cornelia liked him just two minutes after she first met him? Wasnt anything sacred in this world? All this caring and sharing stuff made him feel awkward in his own skin. It certainly wasnt the kind of thing he did with Aldarn or even his own father. Girls were a foreign species to him.

I dont know about that Will, youre still a short red head with attitude.

She froze and her expression became stormy before a reluctant smile curved her lips and he breathed a sigh of relief. Im sorry, Caleb. I just feel weird. Somethings not right.

Is it Cornelia?

No! She snapped then shocked at her outburst, she buried her face in her hands and rubbed them down until she could peer out over the tips. Caleb I didnt mean to snap at you. Its me; I just feel Im probably just tired. Rough night. She gave him a watery smile before her ember colored eyes locked on the building she had been looking for. There it is.

Glancing up and down the street for any cars coming down the cobble stone street, she began to cross briskly.

So why did you and Matt break up? he asked in what he hoped was a casual tone.

She gave a subtle shrug, brushing the unruly bangs from her face. We grew apart, I guess. We both wanted different things. He wanted to be the lead guitarist in a band and I didnt want to be his groupie girlfriend. I had a duty to the guardians. We just had different priorities, so we both agreed to break up. I think its for the best. Were much closer than we were before.

You are?

Yeah, I mean, I still care for him. He was my first boyfriend, he was the first person outside of the guardians who knew what I was and he accepted that and he was my first kiss.

You kissed him?

She paused to shoot him a bewildered look. His tone had been shocked and almost betrayed or maybe not. There was probably a different adjective and she was just getting them both confused. Yeah Caleb, I kissed him. Thats what boyfriends and girlfriends do. Dont tell me you didnt kiss Cornelia?

He shifted uncomfortably but his expression confirmed her theory. She nodded. Lemme guess, you dont want to hear about the girl you consider to be a little sister kissing other guys. She gave a soft chuckle despite the bitter aftertaste the words left in her mouth. There was just something wrong about the words little sister. She wasnt his sister, nowhere even close.

I dont. he said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets since he had nothing better to do with them. If he were in Meridian, his hands would be on his sword; that always helped to steady his nerves.

She waved off his comment dismissively. Well dont worry, I wont mention Matt and I kissing again, uh, oops, apart from that time but no more. She mimed zipping her mouth shut and throwing away the imaginary key. At his troubled expression, she frowned. Whats wrong Caleb?

He thought about brushing off the question, knowing that somehow, if he answered it then it might mean something it shouldnt and yet, he found that he couldnt lie into those big russet eyes. I dont see you as a little sister. He swallowed slowly, his pulse feeling unsteady. I see the others as sisters, but not you he trailed off and offered a hapless shrug.

Her face fell but she still struggled to put up a weak smile while her brain raced to find some sort of meaning for why hed said that. Thats nice. she managed to scoff. I was the one you met first and you did spend that time down in the oubliette with me and you cant even think of me as a sister Gee, dont I feel loved.

Her face flamed for some unknown reason when she mentioned the L word but she -and goodness knows how she did it when her face felt like it was a hot tomato and looked like one too- managed to laugh it off. Oh, look were here. she announced with more brightness than necessary.

Caleb surveyed the shop with some distaste and wrinkled his nose at the putrid smell. It reminded him of Phobos castle, what with the strange scented smoke and the herbs. Phobos was always using things to improve his magical ability and to enhance his powers. Then there was the wailing coming out of black boxes that couldnt possibly be normal. He looked to Will for some sort of reassurance and found that she was already in the shop talking to an old woman behind the counter. Hunching his shoulders and readying himself to fight if necessary, he entered.

He slowly approached Will at the counter while she perused the stock. The old woman had wandered off somewhere and he kept expecting her to jump out from behind him. What is this place? he asked in a low whisper not noticing how she tensed at his voice or how a subtle shiver worked its way over her body.

She glowered at him; then rolled her eyes. An herbal store. It stocks organic foods, herbs, remedies and aromatherapy oils.

He nodded with a frown. Inside it smelt like the healers apothecary in his home village in Meridian so he figured it couldnt be too bad. However, the wailing sounds were louder in here. Whats that sound?

Will tilted her head to hear better over the drumming of her own heart, which seemed to have found a completely new beat to it. Whales.

Whales?

An animal, though Im not sure on that. It could be a fish but I think it has lungs so its probably an mammal, but it doesnt have hair it does give birth to live young though

Someones torturing an animal? He demanded, his head jerking up and looking around wildly for a torture chamber.

Will snorted but she couldnt hold back the peals of laughter that burst out at his appalled expression. No ones actually torturing them. Thats how they sound when they speak. Its supposed to be soothing.

Caleb just shuddered. It doesnt sound that soothing to me. Sounds like the prisons back in Phobos time.

Will patted his upper arm since she couldnt quite reach his shoulder unless she stood on her tiptoes and she wasnt going to attempt that. Well trust me. No whales were harmed in the making of that CD. She tapped a finger to her lips in a warning gesture as the old woman came back holding a handful of packets.

This is a strange concoction. Ive never seen them used together. the woman said cheerfully as she rang up the sales.

Oh they wont be used together, my grandmother just ran out of a few things she needs for her cold and flu remedies and the like. Will said breezily as she handed over her money and awaited the change. She really was good at these white lies, came from concocting such good ideas with the girls in order to stay out beyond curfew.

Hmm. The woman murmured before she packed up the bags and handed them to Will along with the change and the receipt. Well good day.

Thanks. Will replied before they walked back out into the sunshine. Well, this should help with the fey glamour or whatever it is that Taranee was telling us about.

He didnt reply since he was too busy shooting dark, wary looks at the shop behind him and the old woman who stood behind the counter. Nevertheless, as Will led him further and further away, he began to lose the strange feeling of foreboding and was able to put the strange feelings to the back of his mind to analyze later.

So, you wanna talk about it? Irma finally asked as the credits began to roll up.

Cornelia raised a brow incredulously. With you?

Hey, better me than Will. Youre obviously holding something back from her. She may not have noticed it yet, but we all have. Then again, Will never expects anyone to be other than they are.

The blonde tilted her head back against the sofa and gazed contemplatively up at the ceiling. I The guy in my dream-

Kerrigan?

Yeah, Kerrigan What a strange name? Who calls their child Kerrigan? I mean, shortened its Kerry which is such a girl name.

Its also a state in Ireland, so move on. Irma ordered. She knew Cornelia; she was queen of stall tactics. The time theyd had to go through their first portal was very good evidence of this tactic. If it could be left until later; then Cornelia was quite happy to wait. Sales, of course, were the exception. There was no such thing as later with sales.

He said something.

He said a lot of things; most of it was bullshit. Come on Corny, the next episode is about to start and youll have to wait another whole hour to get it off your chest.

Cornelia snarled and said something uncomplimentary under her breath. Look, if someone made a wish to make another love them, would that be a bad thing?

Gee, forcing someones will. Irma trailed off as she mocked pondered this question before her cerulean blue eyes zeroed in on Cornelias. Yes! You dont force someones will! Its against the law! Its illegal!

Can it be done though?

Irmas brow knitted then she shrugged. I dont know. Dont see how unless you have a magic lamp you decided not to share with us You havent, have you?

No. NO! Would I have something so dclass? Please, lamps and genies went out with Aladdin and the magic carpet.

Actually, they did go out together. Many times, in fact; in search of a princess with a monkey and a parrot, if I remember correctly. Then they found the princess and sang A whole new world. It was all very touching.

Cornelia closed her mouth with an audible snap. You have got to stop watching cartoons and get a life.

And turn out like you? Oh no, Corny, I dont think the world would be ready for that. The brunette gasped in mock horror.

Har, har. Cornelia muttered, flicking her hair over her shoulder and drawing her knees up to her chest. Do you think Caleb and I were meant to be?

Irma stared at her. What was Cornelia on? One minute they were talking about wishes, now she wanted to know if she and Caleb were meant to be. Personally, no, she didnt but hey, who was she to rain on Cornys parade. Frankly, shed always thought there was a spark between Will and Caleb but then hed gone majorly gaga over Cornelia and Will had found puppy love with Matt.

Besides, what would she know? The closest she had to anything remotely resembling a boyfriend was Martin, who really wasnt appealing to her on any romantic level but she liked to make fun of him and he was fine enough to talk to, it wasnt her fault he had a crush on her.

She certainly hadnt encouraged him remotely. Hello, running away was generally a big hint that someone wasnt interested. Then there was well it was better not to go into that relationship because that was going to be over before it even started.

Uh youre asking me?

No, Im asking your oh-so-invisible friend. Cornelia bit out cuttingly.

Irma winced. I was afraid of that. Maybe, Cornelia, look I dont believe in soul mates. I believe in having fun whenever and wherever you can.

That makes you sound like a major slut.

A slut with high standards Irma pointed out before frowning. really isnt a slut. I mean, my definition of a slut is someone who does anything and everything with a pulse and probably a dick too but that depends on whether the sluts female or- she broke off at Cornelias venomous look. Jeez Louise, Corny, lighten up. Who cares if you and Caleb are meant to be together? You got the guy and then you lost him but hey, hes back. Grab him before he jumps through another portal, I say. If not, sink your claws into some other poor sap. Just quit asking me difficult questions. Honestly, I dont see how any of this has to do with that creepy dream stalker.

Cornelia turned pensive, but just before she lost herself in her thoughts, she shot a wicked grin at Irma who had turned away to concentrate on her TV. Youre right. I mean, Caleb and I have been over for a long time. I should move on.

Irma grunted an absent: Mm-Hmm.

I mean, there are plenty of guys out there. Cute ones too, and Oh Malachi, hes hot. Seriously do-able.

Irma whipped round and pinned Cornelia with a poisonous glare. Dont even think about it!

Why not? Hes not seeing anyone, is he?

Shut up, Cornelia!

Cornelia smirked. So you are warm for his form.

Shut up, Cornelia. It wasnt a heated retort now, more an Im not listening tone of voice.

Well better snatch him up fast-

I have alright. Irma bit out, snagging the remote and turning on the subtitles so even if Cornelia spoke over the words, she could still see what they were saying. Weve been seeing each other for a couple of weeks.

I knew it! Cornelia grabbed the remote and switched off the TV. Why havent you said?

Well now you have been introduced to my first official good guy OC. Lord Quinn. I need the girls to have an ally and what better than a guy who’s been exiled from Faerie once before. He’ll not be a main character but he’ll be more central than some of the minors. I know people don’t like OC’s, but it’s kind of necessary, I need more people for a cast. I hope you guys will continue reading and enjoying this, I’m having a blast writing it. Even if I don’t know Will’s powers, care to give me a hint or a place where I can find them?

Zadien

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