Chapter 1 First Bell
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Dreamcatcher
I dreamt a dream of dreams
A dream of my enemies
A dream of my lovers
A dream of family
The dreams so real
I don’t know which is my reality
I dreamt a dream of dreams
Of you as me
Of me as you
Faceless streams of bodies
I stared at my empty reflection
What madness is this
I dreamt a dream of dreams
Floating in the heavens
But when I descended
The darkness devoured me
The ink consumed the page
Acceptance
I didn’t fight
I didn’t deny
Forgotten life
Days filled with strife
Lost reality
The dreamer who dreams
Dreamt of endless dreams
The dreamers of dreams are we
Welcome to my dreams of
My realities
Enter my realities of my
Dreams
Part 1: Let us introduce ourselves
First Bell-Arabella
Chapter 1
World of Fae: Has one sun but two pink moons.
Land of Bruma- Winter Fae kingdom surrounded by snowy mountains. The massive beech trees stood as high as 600 feet, always covered in purpureus and green leaves. The rivers and lakes have shades of mauve, and thistle. And meadows of 14-foot flowers. The summer planetary life contradicted the architectural structures made of snow and ice.
Land of Aestas- Summer Fae Kingdom. Snowy mountains on the border between their land and the Winter Fae. The remaining borders were all surrounded by the desert mountains. The red and jasper rowan trees grow as tall as 800 feet. The rivers and lakes of shades of lava and champagne. The meadows and labyrinthine gardens are covered in 20-foot flowers. The architectural structures are made of volcanic glass and basalt.
Third POV
There she stood in the middle of the woods, with a bow in hand. Her thick, wavy burgundy hair fell to the middle of her back. She was dressed in a hunter-green lace vest. Which appeared flimsy, but the lace was woven into strong armor, and the sapphires sewn into the pattern provided her with more protection. It barely covered her extra-large bust. The armor woven by the Light Elves. Their magic made it lightweight and impenetrable. Elves were from the Dryadayls region of the Winter Fae. The brown leather shorts barely covered her curves. Brown leather thigh combat boots, threaded with inconspicuous weapons. Her long sword was on her left hip, her hammer on the right hip, and her arrows on her back. Her velvety light caramel skin almost matched her leathers, giving the impression you could see everything. She had triple wings decreasing in size, the largest the ones closest to her back, started over her head and curved slightly at her ankles. They were black and jade in a swirling pattern that sparkled under the sun, even folded and pinned to her back, they were a sight to behold. The jade was the same shade as her eyes. She had a tiny mole at the corner of her left eye. She wore a headpiece made of snowflakes and ice woven into her hair, serving as her crown. First Princess Arabella Ottilie Aislinn of Bruma was a warrior and a healer who hated the latter, but her father never allowed her out too far. He allowed her to learn to fight; however, “girls and women shouldn’t be out in battle,” his words, not mine, of course.
Another kill at her feet, she wasn’t anything like her sisters. She was always ready for a fight; you would not think that from the look of her dainty and unassuming features. I watched her from the trees as she yanked her arrow dipped in the tears of Merman out of the Basilisk. The screech that followed as six more surrounded her was glass shattering. Six females must be the dead one’s mates. The oldest one spits venom at the Princess’s eyes. She protects her face with her lace cloak, the same as her vest, as one of the others slithers up behind her, bearing her fangs aimed at the back of her neck.
Arabella
Before I could turn around, he already had her head in his hands, twisting and ripping. And another blood-curdling scream came from the right of me, and there was another split in two with a long sword. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Show-offs”
They both gave me a big grin.
“Well, Princess, you’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.”
Before I could respond, I felt pain in my left leg and arm, one spat venom at my arm, and another had her fangs buried in my calf, smirking. I smirked back, removing my hammer from my belt and slamming it into her already unhinged jaw. She immediately dropped her lower jaw, hanging to the right, the rage and pain evident in her eyes, she dug her claws into my thigh, twisting it.
I pressed the Sapphire in the middle of the hammer, a blade springing free, jamming it into her temple. Pressing the Sapphire again, the blade extended, bursting through the other side of her head. I twisted it like she did with her claws, essentially scrambling her brains like eggs before pulling it out. Brain matter splattered as black spots hindered my vision. I knew it was not enough to kill me, but I was down for the count. I heard Zayre and Zyon finish the last two off as I slumped forward. I felt one of them carrying me, but I could not focus on anything. I was not even supposed to be on this side of the mountain in Summer Fae territory. But they would not stop nagging to see me. I became distracted and fell into a Basilisk’s nest. My fault, I was too focused on trying to avoid the eyes following me.
“Hurry up, someone was following her.”
“I know that Zyon. But we cannot afford to draw attention to where we are headed.”
“Of course, I know this Zayre.”
“Be quiet, my head is spinning.”
The two of them were always bickering. If I weren’t trying to deal with the burning sensation from the venom, I would roll my eyes.
“Tell Zyon to quit being a know-it-all.”
I groaned in annoyance.
“You two are brothers, must you always be so petty? I….”
The venom was moving quicker than expected. I could not hold back the coughs wreaking havoc on my throat.
“BeBe!”
They ran faster to our little Oasis in the caverns of the mountains. The little pixie that had been following was still lingering, trying to avoid being spotted.
“Boys….
My voice hoarse
slow down, we need to get a few plants for the antidote, and please tell me one of you was smart enough to get some of the venom.”
“What do we need?”
Zayre asked, trying to hide how anxious he was.
“Fox glove, white willow, and crepe ginger.”
“I’ll get it.”
“Wait, you don’t have….”
I tried to stop him from running off. I looked up into Zyon’s violet eyes, worry haunted them.
“I won’t die, relax.”
“I know, but you’re still in pain and it’s my fault.”
I tried to chuckle, but a coughing fit hit my chest. I wasn’t going to die kind of hard to kill me with just venom, but the pain made me want to scream, but I suppressed it, not wanting them to worry too much. It could also leave scars and weaken my heart.
“He’s wasting his time. Helix and Solis are retrieving what I need. Call him back.”
Before he even returned, my snowy owls landed outside the mouth of the cavern. They were the size of two bears, their beaks filled. Zyon approached them at the same time Zayre returned. They boiled some and made a paste with the rest. Zayre placed the paste on my wounds, and Zyon helped me drink the brew. And in no time, I was as good as new. It was kind of hard to kill a fairy nymph, but that didn’t stop them from trying. I felt dizzy as I sank into the inky darkness.
Arabella DW
When I opened my eyes, they were sleeping on me. One lay his head on my left breast, the other had his head on my inner right thigh. I tried to wiggle free, I felt sick, and I remember that I had been bitten. When I had my last fairy dream, I was braiding my sister’s hair. I rubbed my temple. I wish I had more control over my dreams. I got lucky this time. I strongly believed in the saying that if you died in your dreams, you died in real life.
“How are you feeling?”
I looked down, and both sets of eyes were on me
“I’m feeling nauseous but fine.”
I try to sit up, but they pin me down
“You’re not getting up.”
Zayre’s lilac eyes couldn’t hide the mischief as he turned his head to kiss my thigh.
“Boys, you need to behave.”
“What do you mean? We are behaving. We just missed you.”
Zayre continued to kiss my thigh, making me shiver. I was about to knock his hand away, but he grinned and bit me, making me gasp, and he chuckled.
“Maybe we should behave.”
Zyon’s words agreed with me, but not the look on his face. The look on his face tells me he wants exactly what Zayre wants.
“You scared us to death BeBe I don’t like seeing you hurt, and now I just want to make you feel good to make up for our slip-up.”
Zayre gave me his best pitiful face, trying to guilt me, I hid my smile
“It wasn’t your fault I wasn’t paying attention.”
I caressed his hand that rested on my hip.
“Yeah, but we begged you to meet us.”
“Next time, we will come closer to your border to protect you and pick you up.”
“No, that’s a horrible idea. It was risky enough with you being Summer Fae, but now that my father has signed a betrothal with the court’s champion and the Duke’s son, it would be insane. His family has the third largest army. And my father adores him. Nope, I will not risk it.”
“Oh, please, Yasin couldn’t take us on.”
“Be that as it may, his family and army are no joke, and I am not worth starting a war over.”
“You’re worth everything and more. We would go to war for you with no hesitation.”
“And therein lies the problem.”
“I don’t want anyone to fight because of me or die.”
“We can be careful.”
You’d swear Zayre was a baby and Zyon was ten years older, the stark difference between them. They were born a day apart, from their father’s Second and Third wives. The King of the Summer Fae had four wives who gave him twelve girls between them. Zyon and Zayre were the heirs and only Princes. The relationship between them still baffles me. They never compete; they behave and move like twins. What one has, the other willingly shares. They refuse to rule separately, and unexpectedly, the King is happy with his succession. It’s the wives and their sisters who hate their closeness. They tried for so long to make them hate each other, to fight one another, but they were tighter than ever.
