I clench my fist, nails digging crescent-shaped indents into the calloused flesh of my palms, squeezing my eyes just as closed as my digits.

Even now, I miss her. Even as my lifetime has passed by, the memories of her prevail. She is close to my heart and soul and mind, yet never near my body.

My mother. Her silken purple hair. Her deep blue eyes. Her creamy pale skin. Her velvet dress.

...

Centuries have passed me by, the sound of metal slicing flesh engraved into my mind from hundreds of years of bloody battling echoing through every rare moment of silence I am able to savor. All for what purpose? Land? Power? Or perhaps something deeper, something I, as a mere soldier of war, am unable to fathom.

I used to be royalty. High Fae Prince the Day Kingdom. But Father has long since...

Promises are fickle things. They strain when held onto too long, cracking like old concrete trampled by scurrying feet.

Of course, it doesn’t seem to matter when you’re young, innocent. Burdens of times yet to come unbelievable, immaturity and stubbornness clouding your vision of the future. But age comes with much. Opportunities, beliefs, knowledge. You can do so much, it’s almost overwhelmi...

“Slow down, you madman!” I yell, gusts of wind drowning out my voice. My arms are wrapped around Conall’s waist in a vice grip as he swerves and barrel rolls and soars through the air like some kind of rabid eagle, the speckles of white in his brown-feathered wings reflecting the sun’s rays like fresh snow—a rare occurrence in my Kingdom, snow. Too warm and humid. But the Spring Kingdom is not mis...