Forest of Mischief

tline of it as she processes the information Rory and Lilli just gave her. He talked for hou

ability to trick humans Freya assumes. They still look like themselves, but their ears end in sharp points and an iridescent glow highlig

oth of them perched on the edge of their seats, waiting for her to react. Freya's mind is in the garden, envisioning the

tes, working up the nerve to ask the question ha

ime moves differently in the Fae Realm, but you've been gone...awhile." His voice is almost sad as he says it. A drastic change from t

ng with the allure gone. "You have some time to

time to decide,

llenge. Everything inside her screams to take the way out. To go home and never think o

tedly, even herself. She stands up, pushing her chair back as she says, "

s up, "I'

ory says as he slides a d

ves Freya an apologetic smile and nods at Rory, and then vanishes from t

thing magical

t for tonight only," winking at her. She turns

hythm with her. They walk in silence, and Freya's grateful fo

. He glances at her one time, just to get under her

e history with each other?" Ror

nbelievable thing y

deserve that. Or maybe

ts. He stops outside her door, leaning agains

some things you need to know. You

tatement coming from someone who kidna

ain why." His face softens only slightly, "If you want to go home just say the word, although I'll admit th

ou." His head nods to the door. Freya's eyebrows push together, not sure if it's a s

rds catching in her throat. He murmurs, 'Goodnight, Freya," while glancing at the fireplace where a slight crack

door, thankful

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a watched her, her head following Freya's movement

airy realm, severing the two. And when that happened, you vanished with no explanation. The day the link broke, the ability to travel to the human r

ntact, but all of your essence, your memories, your powers...we think we can get them back, and that's why we want you to come with us. Plus, we don't

e of her. As if a part of her is coming back to life and tugging at the words they spoke. She argued

ing through books and other's adventures. You now hav

oses her eyes. She dreams of Lilli, Rory, and a shadow with glowing amethyst eyes. The former two radiating, and smiling at her. But they begin to dim as the shadows take ove

ut the vision of the eyes, the intensity in them as the darkness circled her. She shudders, coming to the

dly creaks open. Pausing, she listens for any sound indicating someone coming to check on her. Silence. She tip-toes

t night. Lilli assured her that the four of them - including the man she has yet t

hway back to her room. Massive paintings line the never en

Beautiful landscapes, but no answers. Freya's step falters as her eyes lock onto a romantic painting of two lovers in a scenic garden, a massive ca

them she instantly recognizes, it's a painting of her and Rory. She glances up and down the hallway, feeling like it's a trick. Or a test. This snapshot of the

y unlaced, tousled red hair, and a wide grin on his

oices seem oblivious to her being there but she recognizes both of them. One belonging to R

presence. She strains to hear their voices. "...you can't just as

who cursed her. But from the Realm, you know all too well the price of breaking an oath." Silen

ootsteps as quiet as possible while taking each turn she kept track of back to her room. Safely inside, she shuts the door tight. Clicking the latch in place and locking it from the insi