He reached out, gripping my backside and pressing his erection against me. “Let me make love to you and ease your mind,” he added.
“I’m not in the mood.”
“We haven’t been intimate in seven days. I need to feel the inside of you,” he said, his voice pleading.
“So, what? You can be like your daddy and check my pussy too?” I angrily retorted.
“Watch your mouth!” Sin gritted, his eyes narrowing in rage.
“How about you stand up for me, Sin? At least talk to him and tell him I’m uncomfortable. Do you even care? Your father just had his disgusting fingers in me and you have an erection?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the most precious here. You make men want to feel the inside of you,” he said.
“I’m not aroused.”
Sin backed away. “Is it because you touch yourself while you think I’m asleep?” he asked.
“I would do it while you’re awake. It’s my body, I can touch it whenever I want to!”
“Eboenia, I’m begging you to reason with me,” he said, his voice softening.
I ignored him, cleansing my skin and then climbed out to take a shower from the waterfall that poured down the tree’s wall. To my surprise, my mind drifted off to the stranger who I saw near the lounge. I wondered how my life would be to be married to a human instead. Moments later, Sin came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, I tensed up, not wanting to be touched.
“Look, I got you something,” he said.
I turned around and Sin was holding a sparking gold necklace that had a leaf shaped medallion with a tiger eye shimmering in the center. “That’s so pretty,” I said with a half smile.
“As beautiful as you,” he said.
He clasped the necklace around my neck and then kissed my forehead. “One day, we will live outside of this realm. I just can’t leave right now until our realm is at peace. The Hex13’s won’t stop at nothing until our realm is destroyed,” Sin continued.
The feud with the warlocks was another reason Sin hated for me to leave the realm. Fortunately, a warlock couldn’t sense us unless they looked directly into our eyes. Our eyes revealed our true nature through a unique glow and color pattern that only magical beings could recognize, allowing them to detect us.
“Sure, Sin. Whatever you say.”
Sin ripped off a lamb ear leaf from the floor and our homemade soap appeared in his hand. We were silent as he showered me, I would rather be a human than a wife to a pathetic son of a demonic ruler.
Sin was slightly snoring while I lay awake, watching the night sky. I couldn’t sleep; Hoax’s filthy hand constantly invading my body kept me awake. If only I could kill him and get away with it. I slid out of our bed, which resembled a bird’s nest but was softer with silk sheets. As I climbed out of the window, a surge of energy coursed through me. My golden, transparent wings unfurled gracefully from my back, adorned with black rose patterns that glimmered in the moonlight. My pointed ears extended, attuning to the soft whispers of the night. My body transformed into a delicate frame, allowing me to blend seamlessly with the shadows, becoming one with the night.
I flew towards the dark forest, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I passed a crowd of fairies partying around the lake, drinking forest rum and smoking natural herbs from their pipes. I continued on my journey, weaving through the dark forest, the scent of damp soil and pine filling my nostrils. As I ascended to the top of a mountain that overlooked our forest, the air grew crisp and thin, carrying with it the faint whispers of the wind rustling through the trees.
The sky above the mountain was flickering with yellow orbs, believed to be the spirits of our ancestors. I landed softly on the rocky ledge, my heart heavy with longing and unresolved questions. I wanted to speak to my mother, to feel her presencein the chill of the night air. My wand appeared in my hand, glowing softly under the moonlight.
“Mother, why do I have this if it’s not able to defeat Hoax’s staff?” I whispered, my voice trembling with frustration and sorrow. “This has got to be the key to defeating him. I want him dead for the harsh things he has been doing to me… I hate him so much that I hate the world I come from.” The words tumbled out, each one full of pain and anger. “Why did you leave me?” I asked, my voice breaking as tears spilled down my cheeks, mingling with the cool mountain breeze.
SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO…
My mother stormed into our tree cottage, panicking as if she had seen a ghost. She kneeled in front of me while I was making dolls out of flowers. “Eboenia, listen to me,” she said, grabbing my shoulders.
“Yes, Mother.”
Unbeknownst to me, I was unaware of her mental state, but I listened intently to her. I was almost identical to my mother; she was so soft-spoken and delicate. There were many males in Charmden who wanted to fill my father’s shoes, but Mother stayed true to her first love. She placed a wand in my hand.
“This is our family’s wand, passed down through generations. You keep this with you and don’t tell anyone you have it. If Hoax finds out you have this, he will take it from you and then burn you alive. Don’t tell anyone, Eboenia. Keep this secret for me…for us. Promise me,” she said, caressing my face.
“I promise, but why is it so heavy?”
My mother cracked a smile. “Because it holds so much magic. I’m going to teach you what to say to it,” she said.
