Derailed & Contest

Sorry I didn’t get a story out today. I’ll post a longer one tomorrow. The story is a bit derailed but I’ll persevere! To make up let’s run a contest!

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Blog Story #16

The breakfast was amazing, the audience not as much. Finn shoveled another forkful of mystery eggs into his mouth in the most polite way possible. He just wanted to hide back into his room and not deal with everyone staring at him. Per the queen’s orders, Finn had come to breakfast with his wings out. A special chair allowed him to sit without setting them at a bad angle.

“Try some of this.” Amon placed some blue-green sausages onto his plate.

“I don’t think that’s edible,” Finn argued.

“It’s from a special cow that only breeds here,” Amon said. “Try it.”

Finn poked at the meat with his fork. It didn’t come alive and snap off a tine so he cut off a tiny bit and ate it. Flavor exploded across his tongue. He swallowed the bit before turning wondering eyes onto Amon. “That’s really good.”

“Have some more.” Amon placed three more sausages on his plate and Finn couldn’t find it in himself to complain. Criss scowled at them across the table. Cian had vanished when they entered the dining room. Amon said he’d gone to join some of his soldier friends.

For a brief moment Finn had longed for Axel with a painful longing. The vampire would’ve offered insight and witty repartee if he found himself in a room of a hundred fae. Finn didn’t know what to do.

He picked up the juice as the woman two seats down toppled off the chair she had been sitting in and began convulsing on the floor.

“No one touch anything,” Finn shouted. He raced over and dropped to his knees. Once again something rippled beneath his skin. Instinct had him pressing his fingers against the shaking woman’s neck. Unbidden, foreign  words spilled from his lips in a lyric litany. Silver lights glowed from Finn’s fingertips as he spoke and something pulled from him and sank into the woman now lying still beneath his fingers. Sweat beaded on his brow and pooled at the base of his spine as his body warmed from his effort.

“Finn, pull back. She’s fine now.” A large hand pressed against his sweaty back, yanking Finn back from his trance. He snapped into awareness and yanked his hands away from the stranger

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Finn cleared his throat. “You’re welcome.”

Amon helped Finn to stand.

He wavered on his feet, his knees bending without permission.

“Hey, I’ve got you.” Amon pulled out a chair and let Finn collapse into it.

“What happened?” Finn asked, his throat dry and voice cracking.

“Here.” Amon handed over a glass of water.

Before Amon could explain anything a woman rushed into the hall with complicated braids in her dark hair and wearing a sunshine yellow dress. “Dani!” she shouted, falling to her knees beside the other woman.

“Silence!” The queen stood, her magic poured over the room, pressing a calm into all the bystanders. “I want no one to touch anything else on the table. If Dani was poisoned we want it investigated. Amon get your men and start an investigation.”

Amon bowed. “Yes, your majesty.”

The queen fixed Finn with a cold stare. “I know you hoped to infiltrate my kingdom, but while you are here we will take advantage of your expertise. You will assist Amon in determining what is going on and put and end to whomever is attacking my people. The kingdom is pleased that you saved one of our own and will allow you a boon of your choosing. Pick well and alert me to what you have decided.”

Finn bowed but didn’t speak. Sometimes it was better not to say anything especially with royalty. No one spoke again until the queen left. “You should probably get her to a healer,” Finn said to the woman still kneeling beside Dani.

“Yes, yes I should.” She brushed away tears from her cheeks. “Thank you for saving her.”

“You’re welcome.” Finn offered an awkward smile and didn’t bother hiding his relief when Amon led him down the table to take samples of everything. Something she ate had been tampered with and they would have to discover what. Finn’s nerves settled. This he understood. Plain old detective work eased the anxiety rushing through him. If he figured out the killer maybe he could regain some of his old life again.

Blog Story #15

Sorry there was a problem with the posts so I’m redoing.

Finn rolled out of from beneath his covers and hit the floor. Instinct had him sliding under the bed. Heart pounding, adrenaline spiking, and Finn trying to figure out what happened. His wings fluttered against the dusty floor as he tried to piece together his disjointed awakening.

What the hell had happened?

Before he could move from his hiding spot a pair of boots came into sight. Leather with intricate embroidery of some sort of bird flying up the sides.

“Come out, come out little pigeon, it’s time to pluck your feathers,” A cold man’s voice called to him.

As a cop Finn had experienced some hair-raising situations. This one made his facing crack addicts and possible murderers a walk in the park. Something in this person’s voice instilled a bone-deep fear. The kind of terror children feel for the monster under the bed except this time he was in the monster’s place and the creature he feared walked free around the bedroom. He didn’t dare breath too loudly or try to move his crushed wings. If he could he would’ve retracted them but he lacked the calm needed to push them back beneath his skin.

“I promise you a swift death, my dear, it won’t hurt much.” Smug satisfaction oozed from the being. He didn’t sound human, he sounded other. The kind of other people only whispered about in rooms with bright beaming lights and no shadows.

How did he get in here? He could spy his closed bedroom door from his spot beneath the bed. Inside he screamed for help, wishing for one of his supposed guards to rescue him. Maybe he should’ve let them put a guard inside the room with him. He had foolishly believed nothing could get past the trio on the other side of that door.

Before he could decide what to do, his bedroom door slammed open. Magic rolled across the room, smelling of lightening and cold ice.

“What are you doing here Ballor?” Amon asked.

“Visiting the new royal. After all you can never have too many allies .”

“Somehow I don’t think dropping by in the middle of the night will endear you to anyone. Leave now or I’ll inform the king of your trespass,” Criss growled.

“Silly mutt, do you think the king will cry over one less royal. He might be feathered but he means nothing to either court,” the intruder claimed.

“If he were of such inconsequence you wouldn’t be here,” Criss said. His voice had a flat tone as if he was fighting to keep from raising his voice.

“Ah, you caught me brother. I just wanted to meet your little protégée,” the stranger taunted.

“Leave,” Amon demanded.

“So touchy. Fine I’ll just be on my way.”

Before he could let out the breath he was holding the beautiful boots stopped right in front of the bed. A pair of gold eyes peered at him from an inhumanely beautiful face. His skin was almost as golden as his eyes. A smile spread across his face exposing a set of unnaturally sharp teeth. “I’ll see you later, little pigeon.”

Finn swallowed, not daring to speak until the face vanished and the boots walked away. Only when the door safely closed did he venture out.

Criss rushed to help him to his feet and brush away the dust gathered on his wings.

“Wh-who was that?” he asked through the fear building in his chest.

“That is the Lord of Shadows, King Eohric’s favorite assassin,” Criss answered, his expression grave.

“I thought you said the king didn’t want me dead.” Finn winced when his voice came out a bit whinier than he liked.

Criss sighed and laced his hands together. “Just because he doesn’t want you dead now doesn’t mean he won’t send his people to assess you. I doubt he sent the Shadow Lord to kill you. He probably just wanted to see what you would do when threatened.”

“Well if I’m asleep, I hide.”

“It’s a good instinct,” Amon said in a soothing voice. “If he had a knife you’d be in a more protected position.”

“Or trapped between a wall and a man with a knife,” Criss countered. “We’ll have to teach him self-defense.”

“I know self-defense,” Finn snapped. It had only been a day and he already was tired of being underestimated.

“With wings?” Amon asked.

Finn slumped. “No.”

“We will start training after breakfast,” Criss said. “I’ll send a message to the king to see if he sent his assassin or if he’s doing freelance work.”

“Great.” Already he could tell this wasn’t going to be a good day.

Blog Story #14

Sorry this one is a bit short. It is at the end of the chapter. Tomorrow’s will either be long or two posts to get in before the holidays 🙂

“Let’s put that aside for now,” Finn said. He didn’t want to deal with fighting fae. Since taking the serum his life had been a rollercoaster of emotions. Peace was needed, desperately. “What does the King Eohric want with me? The queen has offered me shelter.” Without solid allies, Finn had to maneuver for the best position between royals.

Criss cast a superior look at Amon before addressing Finn. “King Eohric extends his invitation for you to visit the dark court. Queen Tatiana explained how you have markers of each side of the fae and there are ways for us to identify your ancestors that the queen is unaware of.”

“What ways?” Cian asked. “We don’t want you dissecting him to see how he works.”

“I would never,” Criss pressed a hand to his chest, but his mock outrage didn’t reassure Finn in the least.

Something bubbled along his skin. Finn absently scratched at his arm while he considered his next move. His life was spinning out of control and he didn’t know how to reel it back in.

“What’s wrong?” Amon came to stand beside him.

“I don’t know what to do next,” Finn confessed. “If I visit the dark king will I offend the light queen or if I stay here will I offend the king?”

The days events overwhelming him. Pacing back and forth, different scenarios flashed through his head. What should he do?

Cian stood in the middle of his path, forcing Finn to stumble to a stop.

“You need sleep. Get some rest and you can address everything in the morning.” Cian folded his arms as if waiting for Finn to agree with him.

“You can visit Eohric without Tatiana becoming upset,” Criss promised. “She contacted him about you which means she won’t mind the contact. Despite what rumors say, the royals get along to some extent. They might be the leaders of different factions but they often work together to achieve the best for fae kind.”

“I read that they fight amongst themselves.” He had never heard of the light and dark fae working together before.

“Of course not. Battles are good reading. Peaceful resolution never gets the good press.” Amon squeezed Finn’s shoulder. “Cian had the right idea. Get some rest then tomorrow we can discuss your options.”

Deciding to pick and choose his battles Finn wished everyone good night. In minutes he was stripped and enjoying the hot water. His wings fluttered sending water into all directions. Finn concentrated on his wings and imagined them beneath his skin. It took several gallons of water down the drain before he finally got his wings to recede. Gasping he leaned against the shower wall trying to regain his composure. Although it hadn’t hurt, the experience had been uncomfortable. “I hope it gets better with time,” he groaned.

The strange tingling across his skin when he recessed his wings caused great discomfort. Doing that all the time wouldn’t be his first choice. The fae seemed to want to see his wings denoting him a royal and feeding the court gossip line. However, if he planned to continue his police work he would need to be able to retract his wings at will.

He left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. When he returned to his bedroom, a set of red, silk pajama bottoms lay across his bed. Finn ran his fingers down the soft fabric relishing the smooth texture beneath his fingertips. His towel landed on the floor and Finn slid on the luxurious pants.

“Nice,” he approved. Mostly because he hadn’t brought a change of clothes with him. He wasn’t a red silk kind of guy but as they say beggars can’t be choosers, especially if he fell into royal fae category. Maybe he could convince on of the court lackeys to retrieve some clothes.

After dressing, Finn slid into the bed. The long day pressed down on him. It was time to rest and refresh. In the morning things would look better, or at least not worse.