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Consciousness came back to you slowly. You felt suspended in a groggy state that was neither here nor there. Your thoughts were like scattered marbles; they rattled around endlessly inside your head, yet once you thought you had grasped one it slipped through your hands. An icy chill seemed to be seeping into your very bones. It made you feel like shivering, but you felt so disembodied that you didn't even think you were capable of moving that much. Suddenly though a soft rush of warmth started on the surface of your skin and it sank in all the places you had previously been freezing. It strangely had a soothing effect and it made that part of your brain that was waking up in a panic quiet down again. You were content just to lay there and be. No worries, no emotions, and no real thoughts at all. Unfortunately someone else seemed determined to snap you out of your trance like state. Two strong hands gripped your shoulders painfully tight and they began to shake you so fiercely your head began to loll back and forth with the force of it. A distinct audible male voice immediately followed the assault, "Enough! Wake up and fight it!"

Just as your brain was beginning to process what these words meant a hard slap came stinging across your face. Tears pricked your eyes and the startling blow jump started your brain into alarm. Self awareness came crashing in a blinding rush. The first thing you registered was that you were half lying down, half sitting up. Your eyes blinked open rapidly as you tried to see just who was holding you up. You should have known who it was though by the burning of an electrical shock on your bare flesh where his strong hands were gripped around your upper arms. Kwoth's unearthly handsome face was mere inches away from yours as he stared into your eyes intensely. His normally solemn expression was replaced with one of impatient anger. His coal eyes seemed to be blazing with untamed energy. His dark bare skin held a hint of green from the wild sparking of neon green dust pouring forth from his wings like a waterfall. The tiny flakes hit your skin like pinpricks of tiny volts. The sensation was that of licking your finger and sticking it in a light socket. "Let go of me!" you yelled at him as each tiny shock sent stinging currents throughout your entire nervous system.  He complied a little too quickly for you to register and once his hands had left your arms you were sent falling backwards. Thankfully though petite hands caught your head before it hit the cold marble floor. "Easy does it now lass," a thickly Gaelic male accent cried out from somewhere close by. With your head being cushioned a few centimeters off the floor you focused your eyes on the marvelous creature that was staring down at you. Her round shaped face hovered above yours and her slightly wavy burnt orange hair cascaded down like a curtain hiding your face and hers from the others. Her alabaster skin was so smooth and perfect it looked like she could be a living statue. All of her facial structure was soft and rounded from her wine colored cupid's bow lips to her delicate rosy cheeks. She had large midnight blue Bette Davis eyes and she transfixed you with her consoling gaze as she looked down at you and smiled faintly. Her serene and elegant manner made you think of her as a fair maiden who had princes coming from all over to joust for her hand in marriage. "Are you alright small one?" she asked gently.

You stared up at her like a pacified child and nodded. Her face broke out into a relieved full smile as she spoke again and you noticed she too had a Gaelic accent, "Do you think you can sit up on your own?" You nodded again and that was enough for her to lean back and cautiously remove her hands from the back of your head. At the same time you managed to use the floor for leverage as you pushed the top half of your body into a sitting position. You were surprised to find though that your beautiful white gown was covered with blood yet you didn't seem to have a scratch on you. Judging by the rips in your dress however the blood was most certainly yours. "Is she alright?" a tremulous voice called out from across the room.

"She will be, no thanks to you," a smokey male voice quipped back maliciously. You turned your head to the side and saw Oya standing several feet away looking frightened and terribly guilt stricken. Her cognac doe eyes furtively glanced at you, clearly wanting to come closer, but obviously too scared to try. "You practically killed her and you made a fine mess of The Court Room as well!" the same male voice added cruelly. Oya seemed as if she was going to crumble to the floor herself. Deng's easy going composure was completely gone and he glared murderous daggers at the Egyptian male faerie. His cultured voice was taught as he remarked back, "Need I remind you none of this would have happened had your wife kept her smart mouth shut. We all know Oya isn't the only one who has tried to kill her for it." The Egyptian faerie man growled menacingly under his breathe as he grabbed his black and silver staff like a gladiator ready to fight to the death. Deng didn't back down though he just gently pulled Oya behind him and stood there daring him with his eyes to just go ahead and try it.  

"Enough." Queen Rhiannon commanded boredly from her golden throne. The two pixie men instantly stopped, but their continued eye lock proved neither one of them were letting it go any time soon. You noticed that all of the Court members except for the Queen were now randomly standing around you. Behind you and now standing on her feet was the graceful red-headed faerie woman and whom you could only surmise was supposed to be her male counterpart. He had lightly curling dark brown hair that went down a little past his ears. It made him look rakishly disheveled. He had a fair complexion but it wasn't nearly as pale as the woman beside him. He had hooded cat's eye green eyes that were shrouded by lengthy dark lashes. They sat atop his architectural cheekbones that led down to a square cut jaw which had a rather becoming five o clock shadow all across it. The more you looked at his face the more he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. His outfit though was unlike any of the others. He was not fancily dressed at all. Unlike all of the other men, he actually wore black pants that fit tightly to his legs. He sported knee high combat like boots with lots of crisscrossing straps. The boots were metal plated on the round ends and heel, but somehow you didn't think it was just there for decoration, but maybe for hard kicking. He was dressed like an elven warrior with his heavy silver upper body armor over a hunter green tunic that was brocaded with shining silver embroidered leaves. More armor went up from triangle points on the back of his hands to just before his elbows. The armor on his arms were in a dark worn metal fish scale pattern and he had a sheathed long sword on his left hip and two across his back. Their jeweled grips were just barely visible over his shoulder armor. He looked like he had just stepped out of The Lord Of The Rings, except for his elegant silver colored wings, with their hunter green trimmed pointed tips and inside curlicues. The dark green dust that lazily fell off of him to dissolve onto the floor definitely put him into the realm of the pixies rather than any elves. His sharp eyes were watching Deng and the Egyptian faerie man closely. His hands were resting gently on the butt of the sword on his hip, but he was deceptively still otherwise. He stood there like a stone looking all the more rough standing next to the soft and lovely red headed pixie woman who was still smiling beside him.

They complimented each other well since she looked like a mid-evil princess with her Celtic wedding styled gown. The top half of the gown was a clover gown that was itself like a half long tunic that cut down the front like a corset, but the rest ran down the back. The sleeves were snow white and they were fitted along her arms until they reached the elbows where they billowed out like tied back curtains. From her cinched waist downward the dress bowed out in a sophisticated ball gown manor complete with alternating sage and basil colored cloths. Two embroidered strips of shining olive silk went over her shoulders down to the hem of the gown, one on each inner side of her hourglass figure. They added flair and a perfectly styled accent to the shape of her body.
Her wings were simply beautiful to behold as they were mostly a dark brown, but the edges were white and were in the shape of small waves. Her wings broke out of the cookie cutter sharp tipped edge of some of the others. The inside of her wings were jade green emphasized with black stripes, with white ovals, and rectangles in a perfectly symmetrical pattern. Olive colored pixie dust glimmered around her constantly like a shining halo. They were quite a pair, a fair Celtic maiden and her brave knight in shining armor.

"Thank you Dughall for stopping Oya's wind gust and minimizing the damage. You have my gratitude," the Queen said while inclining her golden head in the Celtic pixie man's direction, her silvery voice holding the air of the nobility she possessed. Dughall in turn dropped to one knee and bowed his head back at her in reply. A loyal soldier to the core for sure. The Queen bestowed upon him a gracious smile of her own before he gathered to his feet again. It struck you at that moment that the large wall of wood that came up before the Egyptian faerie woman earlier was done by him. He was able to erect that wall and stop the blast of Oya's wind gust all in the blink of an eye. You had thought Oya was terrifying with her ability to summon a gale wind from her fingertips in a matter of seconds, but the fact that this man could react in half that time was even more frightening. You had been enchanted by the kindness and beauty of his partner, but you were going to keep your eyes on him from now on. The giant tears and seeping wet blood stains on your dress were all the reminder you needed that you couldn't afford to let down your guard. The Faerie Courts were not to be messed with if their powers could be summoned in just half a heartbeat. They might look refined and cultured on the outside, but their powers proved them capable of merciless savagery. You had felt safe watching them argue among themselves earlier and it had cost you. You would not make that mistake again.

To be continued…

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Authors Note:  Happy New Year everyone! Here is the first chapter of 2015. I hope that you all enjoyed it. So Kwoth was the one yelling at you after all. Were you disappointed it wasn't Peter or happy it was Kwoth? Why did he try to save you? I dunno he's a strange one our Kwoth *secret agent man song comes to mind when I think of him lol* We also got to see a bit more of the Faerie Court members and personally my favorite members (Dughall and Arela the red headed pixie). We will get to see them more in future chapters. Arela's wings if you were curious are based off of Malachite butterfly wings. You should Google them because they are gorgeous though hers are the dark brown ones, not the orange ones.  I'm really looking forward to moving on with the Faerie Courts though we will stay with them for a couple more chapters at least. So I hope you don't find them boring. What will happen next?  Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out! Much love to you all!
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 25
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Another chapter another year. Let's hope I can actually get this series finished by 2016 lol. We are at least half way there so yay for that! I also hope that this will be the best year yet for all of you and that we all will grow more and love more this year and become happy.  Be sure to check out the link below to see what I based Arela (the red headed pixie) off of as well as her dress. Until next time guys!

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You were blissfully suspended in that magical state between wakefulness and sleep. Wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. It was peaceful where you were at the moment…wherever that was. Once again you kept your eyes closed; afraid that in opening them your new found paradise would come crashing down into an even harsher reality. You really didn't want to wake up in the breakdown that had seemed to become your life as of late. Right now not a single thing hurt and you reveled in being able to breathe deeply without any struggle or injury. Your skin didn't send out any shots of stabbing pain nor did you taste any ocean water on your tongue. You were warm, dry, and most glorious of all free from all pain; physical and otherwise. You wanted to surrender yourself to this marvelous floating tranquility.  

And so you were content to lie there perfectly still and placid. But the longer you lied there the more awake your brain became. Unwanted thoughts swirled inside your head in an un-ending stream. How could you be unscathed after being beaten and drowned by a pack of murderous mermaids? Didn't you pass out from the pain? Why were you lying here alone? What if it was all a dream...What if you were actually lying in your own bed right now and everything that happened had just been a product of your over active imagination? What if you had been completely fooled by the illusions in your head… The more you thought about it the more that seemed to be the most likely case. Everything that happened was so outrageously ridiculous and impossible! Shadow men coming to life, flying to another world, jealous pixies, a harem of wild men who lived in a secret hollowed out tree, an evil pirate with a hook for a hand, and killer mermaids. If you had told anyone else about this they would think you were on the edge of sanity! You were going to have to stop reading so much fan fiction. It was actually starting to rot out your brain…

The last dregs of sleep had completely fled you leaving you wide awake and no longer content to just keep lying down. Still you stubbornly kept your eyes shut. Even if it was a dream it was one that you weren’t ready to wake up from yet. Though some really scary things happened in it, the way you felt about Peter was more real than anything you had ever felt for anyone in reality before. Frustrated you groaned aloud and buried your head in what you realized could only be a pillow. Your suspicions of it all being a dream was confirmed when you twisted your hands in the heavy blanket covering you. NO! Let me go back! your inner mind screamed at the unfairness of the real world.  You wanted to go back and live in that artificial world of make believe. You were happier living as a fool in a beautiful illusion then you’d ever been in real life. You were being irrational and delusional, but you didn't care. You lied perfectly still and tried desperately to will yourself back to sleep…back to Neverland…back to him.  

You stayed like that for what felt like eternity. Sleep did not come. Inexplicably heartbroken at having the most beautiful dream you’ve ever had cruelly ripped from your fingers. Should have known. Peter was too perfect to be real anyways and even if he was he wouldn't have anything to do with someone like me. Finally admitting defeat you opened your eyes to face the harsh light of your average day to day life. What you saw however was not your bedroom ceiling. It was uneven wood. That was…strange... Confused you shot up in bed only to take a sweeping glance around the room that was most definitely not your bedroom. But you did know whose bedroom it belonged to. With a rush of pure unadulterated joy you squealed in delight as your eyes hungrily took in every inch of Peter’s bedroom. With each noted landmark your heart soared. The worn and faded wooden dresser, the small fire place on the far right wall that was casting a warm glow across the fur skin rugs on the floor, and the tall throne carved right from the roots of the great tree itself. You had never been happier to see a room in all your life. You had no way of knowing if it was day or night because Peter’s round room was deep underground; the only light coming from the crackling fireplace. You were lying on the bed that The Twins had pushed in here what seemed like weeks ago. Confused at your lack of physical pain you looked down to check out your body. Completely baffled you turned your hands over remarking in astonishment to not find a single scratch or bruise. In fact your skin looked freshly cleaned and felt as smooth as a peach. You looked down at your clothes only to find that your night clothes were gone and replaced with an over sized worn shirt that you guessed had to have been a cast off of one of The Lost Boys. But when you brought it up to your nose you breathed in the intoxicating unmistakable scent of Peter. It smelled like soft woods, fresh morning sea air, and sweet wild honey with a background of something purely masculine. You heard a distant murmuring of voices and not really knowing what to do with yourself you quickly shot back down into the bed and pretended to still be asleep. You had no idea why and was about to sit back up when you heard the rustling of the large bear skin curtain that acted as Peter’s door.

Feeling it was too late to pop up now you kept up your act. With your eyes closed all of your other senses went into overdrive. Your ears strained to hear every single sound. You heard a soft clink of something being set down on what you guessed was probably the dresser. Then you heard a soft scraping sound of something being dragged across the floor close to your bedside. Your heart sped up as an irrepressible need to move spread throughout your entire body. You weren't sure how long you would be able to keep up your sleeping beauty façade. It was Peter. Somehow you just knew it was him sitting in what you surmised was a chair at your side. You felt it in your bones

You were just about to pretend to magically wake up when out of nowhere you felt his presence lean over you. He called out your name softly, but you didn't respond. You just tried to keep breathing the way a deep sleeper would. You didn't know why exactly you started to pretend to be still asleep it was just an instant reflex, but the more you thought about it the more you recalled previous events.  Thinking of how you ran off by yourself stupidly because you were jealous and insecure then how you were drowned by mermaids and then saved by Tootles only to pass out later from pain made a wash of shame seep into you. Sheer embarrassment was what kept your eyes closed now. How on earth were you ever going to look him in the face again? Just thinking about it made you want to crawl into a hole and die. But it seemed your mutinous stomach had other plans as it cried out a pitiful squeal of hunger.

You had been caught. Surely he knew now that you were awake. You had expected Peter to call you out, but instead you felt and heard his weight shift as he stood up and began to walk away. You wanted to cry out at his absence but before you could you heard a clink clink sound of dishes followed by the sounds of his boots on the floor coming back towards you. He stopped right beside the bed and hovered there. He didn't move or make a sound for a few painfully long seconds. No longer able to bear it any longer you lifted your head up and opened your eyes only to see Peter’s rich warm brown ones staring into yours tenderly. “Peter,” you whispered his name not sure what exactly you were going to say. He stood there handsomely rakish looking with a tray of food with a wooden cup in his hands. There was even a tiny bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers draped across the side of the tray. Peter deftly reached out towards you with one hand while the other balanced the tray as he brushed your hair away from your face. Still he didn't speak; he just gazed at you with his comforting and understanding eyes. Feeling impossibly intimate and foolish at the same time you decided to open up to him, “I had a nightmare. I thought that this was just a dream and that none of it was real.” You kept your voice soft, afraid of somehow breaking this unexpectedly fragile moment. Peter kept stroking your hair and his voice was hushed when he replied, “Maybe it isn't…but I’d rather be with you asleep then anywhere awake.”

An overwhelming feeling of love surged in your chest and tears threatened your eyes. “That’s exactly how I feel about you,” you confessed. Peter’s eyes shined, not with tears like yours, but with an equally powerful emotion. His plush lips quirked up in a sweet half smile. “I love you.” And although his voice was the barest of whispers it struck you with the force of a blow. You remained still, trying to absorb this glorious moment. Peter’s body tensed at your silence and his eyes clouded with caution. He went from being completely relaxed to looking as if your next words might shatter him.You immediately filled the small space between you by scooting to the edge of the bed and locking your arms around his waist. You rested your head gently against his flat stomach. “You don’t know how glad I am to hear that. I love you too, I can’t describe how much,” you said softly while trying not to choke on the emotions that were welling up within you.

Other boys had made you feel awkward or inferior in some ways, always afraid to be your true self, but with Peter you could make a total fool out of yourself and still feel like the loveliest of creatures because you knew that no matter what, that is how he sees you. It was reflected in the gentle way he caressed your hair, the way his eyes twinkled with a mischievous light every time he looked at you, the way he hugged you tight as if you were two puzzle pieces that were made to fit together. Despite your previous misgivings about a relationship with him, looking back now, everything he did made you feel truly accepted and loved and that was something worth holding on to. You vowed you would never walk away from this beautifully strange enchanting man ever again. He was now yours and you were forever his. To show him this sat up on your knees delicately balancing your weight on the mattress. This brought your face up to his shoulders, then reached up and took your hands and placed them on both sides of his chiseled face; forcing him to look down and lock gazes with you. You tried to convey with your eyes the emotions that no amount of words ever could. Peter’s warm brown ones responded and the twinkling laughter was instantly extinguished and replaced with an intense seriousness. Peter responded by bending down to lay a feather soft kiss on your forehead before whispering in your ear, “I love you.” You lifted your head up until your lips briefly met his, as you whispered back, “I love you too Peter.”

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Authors Note: I hope that some of you enjoyed this re-write. I know it has been a long wait for some. I tried to salvage as much of the original chapter as I could so some parts may be familiar to those that read the original. Now that this story is no longer a lemon it should all flow together, if I missed something though please let me know. And just in case some of you who haven't read ahead were wondering about how the wounds were all healed, that will be explained in the next chapter. Well anyways that is my stocking stuffer to all of you guys. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you guys choose to celebrate! Peace and love to everybody, and a very Happy New Year!
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 8
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It truly is a Christmas miracle! After all this time of putting it off I finally got this revised and posted! Thank you all for being patient with me during this time. I feel much better now that I've finished it. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May your days be merry and bright! 

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The faerie man called Deng had a presence that just filled the room. He was probably the tallest of all of the men of the Courts. He had an athletic build with long strong arms corded with natural muscles that weren't over done. His mahogany skin stood out starkly against the back drop of his bright copper wings and dust. The pattern on his wings were like that of a monarch butterfly's, the only differences were that his were distinctly copper, slightly transparent, with bronze glitter specks falling off of every gentle wing stroke. He stood there comfortably in a grand boubou. The African garb was rust colored, a shade darker than his wings, and it was ornately decorated with intricate small tribal designs in bright white threading along the middle front of his flat chest and then along the capped sleeves. He also sported a short square shaped rust colored cap on top of what looked to be like a closely shaved head. His face was handsome with a long jaw that accentuated his natural easy smile.

As he stood in front of the seriously tense Court he grinned joyfully baring a wide set of perfectly straight pearly whites. His nut brown colored eyes glittered as he said in his cultured happy tone, "Thank you Your Majesty, you are most gracious." With this he made a slight bow in her direction to which she acknowledged with a sophisticated incline of her golden crowned head. He turned back to facing forward and with an elegant sweep of his long arm he indicated toward his lovely partner beside him, "Let us then provide the proof that the girl cannot give them. Oya would you like to start?"

The woman sitting at his side stood up so dexterously it was as if she was pulled up by strings. She stood with her oval face shaped head held high, not in a snooty way, but in a manner that befitted her as a woman in complete charge of herself. She had sleek hazelnut skin that was mostly covered up by the loose fitting white and peach colored m'boubou she wore. Her gown was free flowing around her nimbly shaped tall figure. She had an earthly beauty that could not be easily overlooked. Her gown was eggshell white with tribal zig zags in a soft peach hue running down it in diagonal stripes. Around her long slender neck she exhibited a large chunky beaded white necklace. Her dark hair was braided and pulled skillfully back into a large peach colored head wrap. Though it was just a long plain cloth she wore it proudly upon her head like it was a golden crown. Her dark lips were sumptuously plump and she left them bare of any lipstick or gloss. It only added to her inherent exquisiteness. She had a wide forehead that balanced her highly pointed and arched slim eyebrows. Her eyes were doe-like and the color of cognac. She even had little white painted on dots that ran in a half circle that started  at the end of her eyebrows and stopped at the beginnings of her bottom eyelashes.  Like the man beside her she too seemed to exude an aura of barely contained jubilance. She reminded you a little of Ishtar the way she was so instictivally self-assured and carefree. Her easy going demeanor radiated her inner beauty and you could tell she was a woman who knew herself well and would make no apologies for it. A small stab of wistfulness hit your heart as you wondered what the sassy, but fun pixie woman was up to down in the marketplace. You wished you were still back there, but the chaos of the present moment squelched any sentiments you might have had of returning there.

Oya  beamed at her companion and her gaze lingered a little too long on Deng. By his secret grin back it was made evident to all in the room that these two were madly in love with each other. Queen Rhiannon cleared her throat sharply much to everyone's relief. Who knows how long those two would have stood there making googly eyes at one another if she hadn't. Unperturbed Oya smoothed the front of her m'boubou and returned her gaze back towards the rest of The Courts and in a singsong voice said,  "All these years Peter and Hook have been duking it out, yet none of us seem to know the reason why. Neither one of them have been exactly forth coming with the reason, however if you all will recall many years ago it was Hook who arrived in Neverland after Pan had lived here for some amount of time. Peter was just as curious to the newcomer as we all were if you can remember. For a period of time the Captain was content in exploring the Never Sea and none of us were much bothered by him or his crew. However once his crew ran out of supplies they came ashore and rather than gathering what they needed from the abundant land they decided to pillage the Picaninny tribe!"

She exclaimed that last sentence passionately to the entire room with an outraged stomp of her delicate foot. Her large doe eyes seemed to be on fire with long held in indignation. Seeing that she had the rapt attention of the entire room she continued in her rhythmic voice, "Of course they are pirates after all. They just took what they wanted, got on their ship, and set sail again without so much as a by your leave. Since then Hook and his crew have been ambushing and raiding certain parts of Neverland whenever their supplies run low. They never once asked for anything they just take it and declare it theirs. Who is to say once they have free roam of the land they won't just decide to take Pixie Hollow as well!" Deng reched out an arm and laid it gently on his wife's back just in the crest where her monarch butterfly wings met. Her peach colored dust was sparking off of them like little bouts of fireworks. Something told you this wasn't so much about you and Hook as it was a personal matter. Taking a deep breath the shaking pixie woman calmed herself down and began again, "It wasn't until years later after his arrival here that the war between Hook and Pan started.  We don't know exactly what triggered the fight, but we do know who started it. Don't you all remember when Hook started trying to blast Peter out of the sky with his canons? You just don't go shooting canon balls at people unless you are fully intending to kill them. Is it any wonder that Peter fought back after that despite how very young he was at the time? And ever since then time has proven more often than naught that Hook regularly goes on the offensive while Peter and The Lost Boys are almost always on defense. The girl was right, we do all need a little more common sense if we can't look back and say that Hook is clearly dangerous to us all. If we don't do anything about him now, then we deserve anything that might happen to us later!"

Taking note of the obviously ruffled feathers of the Egyptian looking faeries on their left Deng skillfully interjected his lover's impassioned speech. "My wife, speaks a bit harshly, but I believe you can all understand why." The Egyptian faerie woman let out a delicate snort from her thin narrow nose and remarked snidely, "Oh yes, we understand all right! She's obviously still bitter about that little incident that happened years ago." She finished by crossing her arms across her chest and crossing her legs prissily. "Little incident?" Oya's singsong voice repeated menacingly. Her tall frame began shaking with barely suppressed rage and her wings began to flap so hard they began to make a low keening whistling sound. A knot of warning formed in your stomach and you felt yourself take a few steps back as Oya's rage became a tangible thing. Her voice rose shrilly as she screamed, "MY GRAND-DAUGHTER'S MURDER WAS NO INCIDENT!"  

A great gale force wind manifested from Oya and was hurled at the snotty Egyptian woman. At seemingly the same time a great wall of sturdy wood came ripping straight from below the pale marbled floor and erected itself directly in front of the Egyptian faerie couple and the rest of the courts. The strong wind battered against it cutting deep into the bark, but it held strong. The wind stopped, but the sheer force of it's backlash sent you sliding across the cold floor only to crash into one of the white mirrors on the wall. When your back had hit the wall it had knocked all of the breath from your chest and so you fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground. The mirror instantly shattered sending fragments of giant broken crystal raining down upon you. By sheer reflex you managed to throw your hands over your neck and head while you were instantaneously pelted with shard like daggers sinking into your skin. Pain seared across your flesh as your mind struggled to catch up to what was happening. Your lungs spasmed forcefully as you tried desperately to get air back into you. A strong force grabbed you by your waist and pulled you out of the hailstorm of raining white glass. Disoriented and gasping for breath you felt yourself lowered onto your back on the smooth marble floor. Your eyes rolled up into your head and blearlily you saw the ceiling above was much more tree like with hollowed out holes where branches led out.

"Can you hear me?" a familiar male voice demanded, but you were still trying to breathe regularly again so you couldn't answer. You tried to make your head move to look at the man the voice had come from but for some reason you couldn't make your neck move. You started to feel intensely cold and the feeling of numbness spread throughout your body. It was just like when you were almost drowned only not nearly as painful. You could feel the darkness looming in again and the panicked realization that you were dying screamed in the back of your mind, yet you couldn't seem to force yourself to move or care. You were fading in and out while a number of loud disembodied voices rang in your ears. Your vision was becoming fuzzy and you wanted to tell the voices to shut up because you were sleepy, but even that seemed too much effort. Then everything went dark.

To be continued…

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Authors Note: Dun Dun Dun! Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! Not exactly what you were expecting I'm guessing? Still I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I tried to make this one a little bit longer since the last one was a little short. Lots of cray cray stuff going on in The Courts this time around. I tell you, you don't mess with those wind faeries lol. I really like Oya. It was fun writing her since she is a wind faerie and her moods can change at the drop of a hat. Did you guys like her, well what we saw of her?  I'm also interested in if you guys have any guesses as to who the male voice was at the end? I'd love to hear your theories I just hope I'm not too obvious haha. P.S. just posted outift inspo for Oya on my tumblr click link below to see it. Anyways I hope you all enjoy today and for my American followers Happy Thanksgiving! Be sure to eat lots of yummy food! Thank you all again for sticking with me all this time!  What will happen next?  Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out! Much love to you all!
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You guys probably hadn't noticed I was gone since I tend to have the worse luck with computers, but for the past month I was without a working computer and could only use my phone. Sadly my 8 year old X P finally gave out on me and after being told she wasn't fixable I had to retire her and find a new computer companion. I just got my new laptop yesterday and am currently in the process of loading in all my files. So it may take a while to settle in and get me in the writing groove again.

Good news is I had the first part of chapter 20 roughly written out and I know where I'm going with it so once I have time I will be able to hopefully get that all done and posted for you all. I will have sneak peaks over on my tumblr account for those who can't wait to see the Faerie Courts so keep your eyes open over there. Anyways just wanted to let you all know that no I haven't been procrastinating on writing my series I just haven't had anything to write or post with. I appreciate all of your guys's support and I do plan on writing chapter 8 again at some point, I just honestly find it easier to move forward than backward so it is hard for me to go back and sit down and get my brain ready to write when it is miles ahead already writing the next chapters. But it is still in the works and hopefully I will get some inspiration and desire to go back and write it again soon. That's all guys hope to have an update for you all soon. 

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