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Subconscious Everetta

Wincing against the stinging rays of the sun I sighed. Once again I found myself stuck in this state of conscious and unconsciousness. Staring out at the empty white room that somehow had a sun.

Ya, I'm not even going to touch that logic.

Let's just chalk it up to this all being like a dream.

"Everetta." The same male voice echoed through the space.

I closed my eyes hoping for all the magic in the world I could escape this dream. Scratch that this was more like a nightmare-inducing headache.

Ever since that fateful day, I encountered, no, saved that bloody bastard, I'd been stuck here. I doubt that idiot even knew what he was doing. I'm sure he thought he was simply erasing my memories. Perhaps he might have even succeeded if he was stronger than me in magic. I bet he didn't think I would be split into two halves. What's worse, how in the realms did he learn that spell? It was forbidden for a reason…

Unless...

Don't tell me they're actually working together. I thought Eli hated him.

Hold on, Everetta, you're getting ahead of yourself. Let’s just focus on one thing at a time.

First I'll have to find a way to join my two halves back together.

What do I mean by that you may ask? Well for one my current self with my memories is here in this limbo of a torture chamber. It may not look like it what with the sun smiling down on you and a nice tea party set before you. But trust me having to speak to that traitor day in and day out was more than enough to make me lose my sanity. Just the sound of his voice reminds me of my losses.

I don't lose.

Sure I fail sometimes but I always get back at my enemies or comrades. Depends on who crosses me really. In the end, I am the victor, the champion, the fucking winner.

I. DON'T. LOSE.

Anyway, where was I?

Right, I guess you could say I'm like the embodiment of my memories. I am the subconscious half that still pertains all the events of my past life. Wait, why am I referring to myself in third person, or first person, second? Well, whatever it is it's just easier to say.

Ugh! When I get my hands on him he is so dead!

Eli, do you hear me?! You're fucking dead!

This is so not how you repay someone for freeing you from slavery! The only thing I don't get is why did he use it? I mean that spell was forbidden for a reason. It could scramble one's brains but that's not even the worst of the side effects. The worst-case scenario is death, cause duh. The brain is so scrambled you cease to function. Your heart stops pumping because there is no message from the brain to keep going. Even if by some magic your heart maintains its rhythm your body wouldn't be able to move. In a sense, you'd be an aging living statue. In this case, death would be a blessing. Fae can live for a very long time but we're not unkillable. A stab to the heart or poisoning would do away with any fae. With the poison, you just need to make sure it's strong enough for a certain fae you want to kill. For me, with my high tolerance, it would take quite a load to do me off.

Of course, even Eli can't stop the flow of memories from coming back completely. It's coming back slowly. I can feel it. Though with the way things are now...

I scowled at the thought. Sighing inwardly I couldn't be more disappointed by Eli and his actions.

With the way things are now my subconscious and conscious sides are essentially two different beings due to our separate experiences. Nature vs nurture and all that.

One being is a dutiful puppet for Eli's and another is a prisoner of her own mind. It's also not like once I'm back to being whole again it would be smooth sailing. With how much time has passed my two forms are too different from one another. If I did combine back there would be an internal war and the whole brain scramble thing. It wouldn't be an issue if I wasn't stuck here and was able to combine myself earlier. Alas, this is my situation. But not to worry I have a solution for this too. I wouldn't be me if I didn't. I don't savor this option very much but it's the only way if I want to maintain my body.

Oh and let me give you a hint as to what that solution I thought of might be. One if I didn't do what I would be doing then I would slowly be ripping my mind apart trying to figure out which one of me was me.

Not to mention once I merged back not only would my mind shatter from the train wreck that would be all my memories coming back all at once but from the magic of it all as well. The onslaught of magic and traumatic memories, especially the amount I had would surely kill me.

See, fae aren't just born with the amount of magic I have now. It's grown and nurtured through years and years of hard work. Of course, unless you reincarnated then the magic just comes back quicker but in doses, the body could still handle.

When I tried to regain my memories in my conscious mind Eli had stopped me. Silly me, I thought maybe if I implanted the thought to confront Eli about this stupid mess he's made of me he would stop his little games. Yes, I implanted the thought that Eli was hiding something to the conscious side of my brain, through a lot of hard work might I remind you. A lot of silent ruins under the table.

Essentially I carve the thought into my brain. Which in turn prompted my conscious side to fit the pieces together and she did. Only to get her mind fucked right back all over again. Well, next time I'll make sure to do this whole thing outside of Eli's prideful gaze.

Gritting my teeth at the betrayal I turned my gaze towards the man at the table once again for the millionth time. He was the reason why I had to draw these ruins ' under the table '.

Sighing I tossed all the thoughts of Eli and his betrayal in a metaphorical trash can for now because I've got a much bigger problem in front of me. If you ask me that bastard sure is lucky someone else is keeping me occupied from ringing his neck.

One thing at a time for now I guess.

Cracking my head side to side I confronted the fucking traitor.

"Everetta." The voice repeated, buzzing in my ears like an annoying mosquito. Unfortunately, for me, I can't just slap a hand over it and kill him.

Glowering over at the empty seat before me it took all my self-control not to simply fly over across the white tablecloth and strangle the man. Nightmare or not it would still be satisfying. Unfortunately, after years of knowing him the picture of his built stature, long tied back green hair, and wise emerald irises was hard not to see sitting in front of me. I smiled bitterly at the image of the pale yellowish skin-toned man in my mind. I once thought I knew him, but after what he did, I am not sure anymore.

"Alexander," I replied briskly. Looking down I noticed the slightly tinted coloring of the oolong tea before me. The brown water sprouted a soothing aroma even if this was all fake. I swear I feel like this chair has an imprint of my butt by now with how much I sat here. Twelve years, twelve years since I saved Eli and he trapped me here. What's more, he did it on the night I saved him nonetheless. Now I'm here in this dreamless conversation with a man who isn't even here in person. Or as in person as one can be in a nightmare.

Alexander, or as I had once called him before all of this Alex. Once, we used to be close, really close. He was like a brother to me. He protected me, and vice versa. In another life, we were blood relatives. He was the Griffin Queen's son.

As time grew he became delusional, obsessed, and over me of all fae. I mean I was already dating someone at the time. Sure he was a narcissistic bastard but well, he was still kind of my boyfriend. Now that I think about it why did I date him, oh ya he was funny. That and I think there was either a favor involved or I was getting something out of it. Cause it sure wasn't the sex. Not that he was bad at it. I've seen him in action. It was more like getting into it with him was just no. Never do the tangle with a business partner.

Lucarious wasn't the worst partner either. I mean, I always did love how he teased Eli like the time we turned him into a girl. What a good year that was. Of course, Eli's Fiancée, Akasuki, didn't have as much amusement from that as Lucarious and I did.

Now back to the topic at hand. I had to kill Alexander, or as he used to be known back when he was my brother, Killian, for his obsession with me because it was getting a little too out of hand. It was getting to the point where he was trying to kill me. Like, absorb me into him? The whole ' if I can't have you then I'll just make you a part of me '.

Ya, that was not as much fun as watching the female version of Eli try on a dress and get chased by male suitors. Ok, so he didn't really try on the dress, we forced the dress on him by using magic to pop the thing on him. We figured glamour just wouldn't do the beauty that was Ellie justice. Yep, you figured it out that's why I love to call him Ellie.

Eli doesn't like the name not just cause he hates nicknames but because of Lucarious and me. I'm so proud of myself. I was the one who came up with the name after all.

Needless to say, after I break out of this cage, get back memories into my conscious body, and find a way to prevent my mind from shattering, I'll kill Eli for what he’s done. Share or no shared past, what he's done to me is unforgivable. Of course, unless he apologizes then I'll think about forgiving him. But torture is inevitable. By no means does my reminiscing about the good old days mean I forgive him. I've had a lot of time being enraged over this. I've learned to hide it at least for the time being. It's all over when I see him though. I don't think I could quite hide it if I saw his posh face.

As for Alexander, well after I had killed him when he was Killian, or thought I did. Apparently, I just separated his souls apart. The obsession he had for me along with all his other emotions split from the non-feeling part of him. If that makes any sense. Anyhow, we all thought he was dead until pretty recently when he suddenly showed up in my dreams and I read about him in a documentation, where it stated how Dracool, which was an idiotic name if you ask me, separated itself from the rest of the fae kingdom and disappeared. Ya, I read all this before Eli trapped me here so it can be said that I win. I got my memories first, and before I even met the damn bastard. Not to mention I'm sure I found way more out about this world than that bastard did in a day. Booyah! Who's the winner, I'm the winner. Who's the winner, I'm the winner. Who's the winner, I'm the winner.

That and we did hear about this so-called new kingdom arising before reincarnating. What can I say we were lazy back then so we really didn't look too much into that idea. Hey, the new court wasn't bothering anyone and we didn't have a problem with it. Until it backstabbed us and- now that I think about it, I can't really recall what did happen in the events that followed our deaths. I mean I know I went really mad, like angry mad, and kinda, ok maybe, no I did, I really did a number on the Griffin Court’s gardens. After that, I don't remember. Maybe Eli's spell was now affecting my subconscious state but I don't think so.

Because...... I do recall killing him, Flynn, my destined lover, cause honestly I just don't like the word mate, so barbaric. But Flynn... by the magics. I don't know if he'll ever forgive me. I mean it wasn't intentional, but I still killed him.

Clenching my fists at the crimson-stained memories I shook them off. Now's not the time Everetta. Pull yourself together. You didn’t cast that damned spell for nothing. You did it to bring him back, to get a second chance, and to stop- to stop who? Well whoever it is, they better watch out for Everetta Scarlett Everden Gillian Avalar Viana Seraph Phoenix Siren Lion Wolf Griffin Chimera! Wow, my name is really long, but I just can't find a good abbreviation for it. Cause, really ESEGAVSPSLWGC, is not a word, and how would you even pronounce that?

But back to the topic at hand.

Alexander.

Bottom line, now Alexander and I are enemies.

Combatants on the opposite sides of a war.

"Everetta, are you listening?" He gritted, trying with all his might to wiggle his way back into my good graces. He should know better. There was no coming back once he left. Once he betrayed me.

Who would have thought, right? Then again I did kill him, but that was different. One, it was in another life. Two, Alexander is the half I thought I got along with and Killian was the brother I killed. Three, he was literally trying to kill me first, and then there was Eli. Man, I should frankly reconsider who I place my trust in. I mean with how many people he's killed in his first life to get to me he could have a whole ocean to himself with all the little fishes he wanted too. I suppose given what he's done in this life he wasn't any better than his counterpart, Killian. He was emotionless now, I guess. It explains his needless bloodshed.

"You know Eli had always warned me about you. He said you were too soft-hearted for this world after the whole, separation thing that is. Always too eager for justice. He sure was wrong as hell. You're no longer that soft-hearted fool now are you?" I mocked, raising the ever-present teacup to my lips. The pristine porcelain glass, with little golden dragons and fans decorating the white background sure was a nice looking set. I smiled, bitterly, coldly. Looking up I could imagine the deep emerald eyes, grim, expressionless, like a man who had just murdered millions of innocent lives for his selfish gain. I could practically see the throbbing veins along his jaw despite the silence. He was never one to conceal his emotions well. It didn't matter if I couldn't physically see him, his expressions were too obvious.

"Tell me, what happened to the Dragons? They couldn't have just vanished, created a new realm, or could they have? All I want to know is why. Why did you kill millions upon millions of your own people? Half your population was wiped out in a single night. Tell me. Because surely you are not so heartless."

The burning behind my eye was inevitable. I'd felt it back then. The millions of lives suddenly blinking out of existence. I simply had thought it was another war but then the news came out about Dracool and their departure from the realm. Soon after gossip about their new King Alexander spread. I was busy at the time those particular whispers knocked on my door so I never confronted him about it. Plus, as I've said, what's his business is his business, as long as he doesn't involve me.

But now he has.

In all my eighteen years, ok so maybe I was a bit older mentally than eighteen, but hey my body sure is eighteen at the moment, I have never ever once believed Alexander could do such a thing. I still believed in him after all. Yes, despite him trying to kill me I thought maybe the separation might have done him some good. When I heard the stories of him. How he raised an empire. How he, despite his emotionless state, helped the poor and cared for his new civilians. Sure I don't know why he attacked us, but maybe that attack was just a misunderstanding. Maybe he was trying to just meet with us, the new rulers of each court. I should have known something was up the moment I spotted him in my garden back when the Summer Court had been the Griffin Court.

For years, I fooled myself into such idiotic excuses despite the obvious signs. Perhaps I still cared for Alexander, maybe that was the reason. I wanted to foolishly cling to the hope that my brother, my dear brother, who besides the queen, still cared for me even when the rest of my family despised me. I always found it funny, odd, how in all the years of our conversations Alexander never once showed his face in this dreamscape of mine. It wasn't as if he couldn't. This was a conversation between our subconscious so, in hindsight, I would expect to see some form of a body here talking to me.

Yet, only one stood, only one sat, only one drank tea, talked, and conversed with me in this dreamscape, myself. While Alexander was this disembodied voice in the air like some grand announcer.

"Why! Why do all these things? Why kill them? Why me? Eli-. Ok, maybe not Eli. Eli, I understand. He never really liked you, wanting to hurt him would make sense. But Akasuki, Fletcher, and that witch, they didn't even touch you. They never once hated you. They always supported you. Hell, you loved Akasuki, despite her already being with Eli. Which quite frankly was a dick move. I mean you were hitting on an engaged woman. But back to my point! You tried to murder us, for what? And don't give me that bullshit. It is not for my own good. You had to know we would seek vengeance once you inevitably retreat, you-" I narrowed my eyes back at the empty seat across from me, at the disappointed sigh hanging in the air above it.

Ice froze over my veins, as I looked back at the empty space above the extra chair. The hidden meaning was obvious as I shook my head. By the shadows, it's worse than I thought.

"What did you do? Who did you make a bargain with?! Alexander what in the name of shadows did you do?!" I nearly slammed the glass cup to the ground in the boiling simmer of my rage.

Alexander's soft, determined remorse-filled voice was all the answer I needed, "I'm sorry, but I needed to do what I needed to do. For the betterment of my people."

Well, doesn't that just drive the dagger home? Any hope I had, and despite wishing that Alexander would go back to being my brother, anything like that was gone. Ripped from my soul as I stood. Glancing down at the table set as if it were the embodiment of the boy I once called my dearest brother. White now turned black. His silence was everything all wrapped in some twisted little bow. I could practically imagine his slumped shoulders, green emeralds determined yet filled with grief for the soldiers and civilians he's killed. The torn look of a once-good man.

"Eli was wrong. You're no soft-hearted boy. You're a killer. A murderer protecting his own skin." I spat, turning to somehow find a way out of this dreamscape of a nightmare. Nothing. Nothing but empty white walls and a sun.

Wait, the sun? In all my visions there was always a symbol of a sun. How could I have missed that?

A sun, above a room where it has no place being. On the embroidery of the tablecloth. Painted onto the handle of the teapot lid. There's always one sun, one way out. But I wasn't done. I needed more information, more time to figure this shit out. I need to keep him distracted and confused. I don't even know if my hypothesis was true. Maybe I'm just going mad after talking to him about the same matter through the years.

"It's not what you think. Everetta listened to me. It was for the better good of my people. For you . If I hadn't tried- If I hadn't done what I needed to do-" Alexander’s voice was like the gush of a river, always pouring out lies upon lies upon lies.

He must have done so a million times throughout his life. Trying to justify his actions to himself. I would like to believe it was only after my death that he had turned so vial.

Never mind his useless ramblings. The sun. Despite it all being in my mind everything was set out to be so realistic. Which a dream should be but in all dreams there's just that small spec of peculiarity that lets you know that you’re dreaming. Realization struck me as I glanced over at the tea cups smashed on the ground.

I smiled cruelly, “You killed him, didn't you? You killed your other half. You, what game are you playing Alexander, what bloody game is this?!"

I already knew he did, so all I was doing was confirming it and buying more time. As I stared down at the ground trying hard not to look up at the sun. A sun that should not exist inside a room. A sun shines best when beaming from the sky, not in a cloudless white room.

"You know the obsessed version of yourself might have been insane, mad, crazy, killed millions to fill an ocean too, but he's never tried to lie about what he's done. At least he doesn't fucking convince himself that what he's doing was for ‘ the greater good ’, whatever that is. So why? Why did you kill him? Better yet for who? Who did you kill him for? It couldn't just be to kill your own citizens, to kill me, Eli, Akasuki, Fletcher, anyone really. No, that kind of sacrifice, that kind of ruthless murder could only mean one thing. You were trying to run, to build a new realm, but why? Who is it you're running from?" I wondered aloud as I stared back at the silent room. I knew I was repeating my words but we've done this tangle so many times I was only saving these questions for when I found my way out. This gamble better be right. Who am I kidding? I'm mother fucking Everetta, I'm always right.

Stretching my fingers under the table cloth I felt around for the grooves I knew would be there. The sun in the sky is too hard to reach so the only plausible thing would be the sun on the teapot lid. If so then how come whenever I've touched it nothing happened through our countless meetings? The same goes for the cloth. Thus, they must be clues as to what I need to look for, the sun. If everything with the symbol was open where I could touch it freely or see it then it must be somewhere hidden, easy to reach. A place where one wouldn't think to place a sun symbol, because why would you place it under a table where no one could admire the detailing? Now the question was who left these clues for me? Did they know Eli had me trapped in my mind? Was Alexander? No, he's the one doing this to me. He's not one to mask his actions with another. Lucarious? Though, I highly doubt that narcissist would help anyone if he didn't get something out of it. The witch would much rather see me dead than help. Someone from my saintess days? The sun was the national sign of my royal lineage, which meant the sign had to be for me. But who could have had enough magic to hide a symbol in my mind? Never mind that. I'll have to thank them later.

I nodded, all my thoughts answered in my mind. Keeping up the furrow to my brows I tried not to show the excitement in my eyes as my hands traced over the ruin. I reached for the sun hidden under the tablecloth. That's the key, the sun is the key to escaping this room. A sun ruin right beside the moon, awake and asleep. What a brilliant genius this fae must be. I can't wait to meet them before I end them. Can't have two geniuses running around this realm. Then again things might be more fun if there was more intellectually manipulative fae running amuck.

"Goodbye Alexander. I hope that for your sake we never meet again." I was finally done with this farce. If you ask me I honestly couldn’t tell you what his answer to my question from before was, I wasn’t really paying attention, and I didn’t need to because he wasn't going to truly answer it. I slammed my palm against the sun ruin.

Frozen in place I glanced around the room. The pristine gray-colored walls. The sapphire and golden embroidered curtain that masked each wooden shelf, made of the finest wood in the kingdom. Only the best to hold such great books and potions. I was back. No, not conscious yet. Thank the magics.

Now, time to figure out how in the world I can retain my memories of the past when I eventually awaken. Stumbling out of my bed, a body beside me. In a dream, such things as warmth and touch are absent, non-existent, yet, my heart still swelled at the figure whose back was the only thing I could visibly see in the dark.

I wanted to trace my fingers across every corner of this man's body, a man that I loved and will always love. For he was the only one to really love me for all my crazy chaotic energy and all. I wanted to see his bright blue eyes that held so much warmth yet could still maintain the cold chills of the Winter Wolves. But now was not the time. Not yet.

Why might I be placed in a scene, where my lover is in my bed beside me? Well simple, it's in my head I think about what I want. If I want to enter my subconscious dreamscape in this scene then I can. Deal with it. Besides, it's not like the man on the bed was really real. Like he was real but only in my mind. He was merely a placeholder for my real lover out in the realm.

Scrambling out of bed I hurled my magic towards the shelves upon shelves of books. Again my mind, my wants, and my books. Why might there be a mini library in the room? Well, books always gave me comfort. So again I say, deal the fuck with it. It's my head. Also, this ain't my bedroom.

Besides, where else is the best place to study besides here in Flynn's little research center and my experimentation room? Located at the bottom of the Wolf Court castle, which I guess is now known as the Winter Court castle.

Why is there a bed here? Silly it's a castle of course there's a bed. Also, Flynn and I may or may not have fallen asleep on top of the tables so many times Eli moved a bed in here.

Long story short, in this lab, we made a portal of sorts, ok more of a ruin really, that helps keep this room between two courts, mine and Flynnies, that's my nickname for Flynn. Anywho we made it cause well, why shift so many books around from one area to another when you can just transport the entire room.

Once I swear we- no not now. I need to focus.

Scattering the knowledge written in the pages of books on the table and floors, in the air, and on the seats of the chairs. "Come on, come on. I muttered as I tried spell after spell. Gritting my teeth I could feel the magic tying me to my conscious mind but, I was almost there just a little more.

Please. Why isn't it working? Come on, spells, ruins, awakening spells? Amnesia, reversed remembrance? No, no, no! Which spells? Which spells? Which spells? Which spells?!

Scattering more books across the floors and in the air with my light magic I continued to search. How am I able to use my light gift like this? Well, hovering things in the air and such is basic magic. Any fae with even the smallest amount of magic could suspend an object in mid-air or drift it over to oneself.

Skimming through thousands upon thousands of books and pages I finally found it after like forever. Ok so maybe it was only like an hour since I did use some magic to help with my reading speed. Again basic spells any fae can do.

Aha! Spell of recovery, healing, magic, object, yadi, yadi, ya- Oh, pineapples? What the hell is that doing here? Who would wanna recover a pineapple? No, don't get distracted Everetta you can do this. Memory, memory. Memory, memory.

Gotcha! Now, I just need-

“Everetta?" I paused at the sudden voice as I turned towards the steel doors to my dreamscape of this room. Cause now it was a dream and not a nightmare. I should pat myself on the back for getting out of there.

Way to go me!

It's too bad I have to cut my celebration short.

Who the fuck was in my mind?

What's more, how was he able to get in?

No one else should be in my mind, who the fuck is this fae?

I blinked confused. Was it a boy, a man? A guy?

A guy stood there. With his musked-up winter white-blue hair, and bright ice-blue eyes. His aura was familiar but, he sure as hell didn't look familiar. I mean cute, but hmm very unfamiliar.

How did he enter my mind?

"Everetta." The guy stepped forward to approach me.

Holding a dagger formed by my thoughts, I wondered if I could even hurt him here in this reality. Either way, I'm sure as hell going to try. I mean I don't even know him.

Something says I should, or so my instincts tell me. My instincts have never steered me wrong before. This might be the first time. I don't like it.

Then again I can just think up some nice cuts to inflict on his skin and poof they would just pop up. Right? This was my mind. Then again why would he, someone I've never seen or remember, be in my mind?

Now that I'm thinking about it, what's the fun in that when I could physically inflict the wounds myself? Ya, I'm a little unhinged, sue me.

Smiling sharply I noted the formal wear, the elegant small blue bow, and laced-up boots, too fancy to be a servant, so who was he? And his hair, not a Griffins. And why- why did he seem so familiar? Was he the one who gave me those clues? Ugh, that is just bugging me. I mean what the fuck!

"Everetta, my darling- please put down the knife and let me explain. There isn't much time left. You need to understan-" He eyed the floor as I too looked down at the floor.

I have no idea what he is thinking about but I slid one of my feet against the pages of one book. I slid it behind me in case he started dissecting what I was doing with the books scattered all around me. I mean not that sliding that one book would help. Hell one is even underneath his feet. Oh, well that wasn't helpful. Oops. Maybe I should just charge at him.

Then again by now while I'm contemplating what to do I'm pretty sure he's already figured out what I was researching.

Ahh!

Since, when did he get so close? Oh no he didn't, the books are just scattered throughout the room.

Hmm, I should fix that habit of mine. Scattering books on the floor I mean, Flynn's used to hassle me about being more organized. Something about finding things easier or something.

I turned back to the blue-haired guy, which I mean was it truly blue, it looked kind of white. A smile twitched against his face and he turned his brilliant blue eyes back at me.

"Remembrance?" He cocked a brow, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as if we were familiar with one another.

Were we? No, I don't recall ever seeing him around. Or maybe my subconscious has some memory loss as well, but I'm sure it doesn't.

Or does it?

If it does, does that mean whatever spell Eli cast placed a real doozy on me?

"Wait-" The guy paused, his smile eating into my worries as he stared back at me as if he knew I was going to slab him like now.

Like now.

Now .

Ok, why am I not moving?

"You-you mean you don't remember? I mean in the real world. Since, well it's pretty obvious you do here." The guy glanced once more to the floor as if to make some point.

I frowned, not answering his questions. Wait, if I don't have any memory loss in my subconscious, how come I don't remember him?

Who was he?

"Everetta, Everetta." I heard an outside voice say as if trying to wake my conscious mind. No, it was trying to wake me up.

Shit! As if he too could hear the voice the guy's eyes widened, panicked. He quickly turned back to me. "Wait- Evi- wait, shit! Wait fuck, Evie- nothing is as it seems. I'll come and find you I promise!" Blackness, then light.

Ok, lowkey not sure if I should be even more panicked now or not.

Once my consciousness wakes up I'm essentially frozen in place, and that guy's words, like pretty sure he didn't mean it as an I'll hunt you down and torture you, kinda find you but you never know. Shit, now he's got me worried about one more thing.

Present Conscious Day ~

Flinging off the covers I knocked my hands wide, of course on purpose. I grinned devilishly on the inside. That'll suit him right for waking me from- from my sleep? But what was I dreaming about? I feel like it was important. Was it important? I think so.

"I'm awake! I'm awake!" I announced just as someone cried out in pain clutching their nose from the sounds of it.

I turned over to the familiar, much better-looking blond-haired boy. Eli, who was now holding his bloodied nose in his hands. Ok, I couldn't help it. I grinned outwardly. It was just too funny.

He scowled. "What the hell Everetta! You nearly broke my nose." His voice sounded nasally as he was pinching his nose rather viciously. Maybe to stop most of the bleeding. It was just a little breaking of joints and bones. Honestly, if he wasn't my other half I don't think I could tolerate his childish behavior.

"Did not!" I crossed my arms as I pushed my lower lip out a bit.

Geez how childish could he be? He's just dragging this out to make a spectacle of things.

"Did too. Look. It's all swollen." Eli fought back, revealing a perfectly fine nose. It wasn't even swollen. I'm pretty sure even the blood has dried now. After all, we fae certainly heal quicker than other creatures. Ok maybe there was a small little bump but that's nothing.

Though if he wants a swollen nose I have no problem giving him a swollen nose.

I swatted his nose hard.

"Oh, you're right! It is swollen.... now ." I smirked proudly looking down at my masterpiece. My nose and chin lifted into the air as if I won something. No, I did win something.

One point Everetta zilch for Ellie.

How do you like them shadows?

Eli scowled over his hands, which were still covering his nose. Insert eye roll at me.

His icy cool blue gaze, somewhat made me feel as if I'd missed something majorly important, but what? Did it have to do with that dream I can't remember? Then in a move so fast I couldn't see he flicked my nose.

"Ow!" I cupped my own poor nose in my hands. "That hurt!"

This fucker .

I flicked him back.

"Ow!" It was now his turn to cup his right hand over his left hand. He glared back at my smiling face.

Then the bastard just had to have the last laugh and flicked me back.

Asshole !

So of course I had to make it even, again. Before I knew it our hands were hitting one another. Damn, couldn't he just give me a rest? I was clearly in the right. After all, he woke me up from my restful sleep.

"Stop it!" I scowled over my hands at him.

"You!"

"For shadow's sake, both of you stop it. It's morning and I am pretty sure the whole castle can hear you two bickering like little kids." Luna crossed her arms looking as red as her hair was purple. Her eyes narrowed into cool galaxy-colored slits. I don't know what she's so pissed about, I mean it was Eli's fault to begin with. She glared at both of us. It was as if she needed a consensus so I nodded, and Eli just rolled his eyes. It seemed to satisfy her enough though as she turned back she tossed over her shoulder, "The king requested an audience with us. We're five minutes late thanks to you two".

With that said. It was like the serious switch flicked on for Mr.Unfair.

Eli was already making a move to pamper me up. Ugh. I hate getting all dressed up, why can't I just, you know, go in my nightgown?