Tainted Enchantment

Seventeen year old Sophie has just enrolled herself into a magical boarding school for fairies, a creature no one at her age believes, and doesn't know it. But whilst struggling with the distance from her boyfriend Drake and family, she unravels the truth about her real father and why people are out to kill her. In the end, who can Sophie trust? The boyfriend that has come to rescue her? Her best friend? Her roommate? Or the fey father she never knew she was related to? Which one is out to kill one of the most powerful fairies in history? Will the surprise she discovers send her into waves of depression? Follow the journey as Sophie learns who to keep close, and who not to keep close.


14. Chapter Fourteen

     I was dumbfounded.  "What do you mean, what am I?"

     "I mean, are you a fairy, a witch, or something else?" Maxine asked, as though it was the most normal thing in the world.  It probably was, if she were psycho.  "If I had to guess, you're probably a witch, right?  The same as me."

     "N-no," I stuttered.  "I'm not any of those things.  I'm just a human."

     "That's impossible," the crazy girl scoffed.  "There's a shield around the school that prevents humans from entering school grounds, so if you were human, you would've just ended up on the other side of the shield.  And you're not; you're right here on school grounds."

     "Alright, that's cool,' I blurted out. 'Super. Well, uh, I'm just going to go for a, um, walk to get some air."

     Maxine stared at me with wide eyes, her mouth open but making no noise. She made a sort of choked sound as I turned to leave, my mind spinning with my discovery and her confession, but I'd already fled from the room before she could gather her words. I wanted her to believe that I was capable enough to cope with such a concept that I'd believed in up until I started the fifth grade. I didn't want to come across as the weak and pathetic new girl who didn't know she had magical powers - which I didn't!

     I escaped the giant boarding building with a hand on my head, measuring the temperature. I was a reasonably normal temperature, apart from the heated sweat that came off my skin. I jogged down the stairs, not even bothering with the loud and clank sounding elevator, and ran straight for the animal area of the school's grounds.

     I tugged on the latch and threw open the doors to the stables. I tumbled inside, my head whizzing at the thought of vampires and fairies, and the smell of horse poo entered my nose. I gagged and threw out a hand to the wooden frame to catch myself from falling over.

     It was in my throat before I'd even realised that I was about to retch. My legs wobbled and I collapsed to my knees, puking into an empty barrel beside a grey horse's cubicle. The smell of my own vomit and also the animal dung didn't help with recovering my stomach so I continued to throw up.

     I rolled away from the semi-full barrel and wiped my mouth with one hand, massaging my stomach with the other. Resting up against the wooden frame of the whole stables, I heard the familiar, humorous voice approach.

     "Throw it all up. Sure, we don't mind." Markis came into view and looked down at the pink substance that, ten minutes ago, used to be in my stomach. I let out a small groan of disgust at him and stood, taking one embarrassed and shaky step away from him.

     "What do you care?" I hissed, backing myself up against the door to one muscly and well looked after black, sweaty horse. Engraved in the wooden door was the name DANCER and I nearly laughed. Stroking my finger over the bumpy wood I smiled up at the horse as it looked down on me with soft and sympathetic brown eyes.

     "Nothing for you," Markis said, rubbing a hand through his sandy hair and walking towards me. "The fact that you're hiding next to my horse does bother me, though."

     "Your horse?" I laughed. "Unbelieveable!"

     "So, let me guess. You didn't know about this school and just found out that you're magical. You hate the thought of having more powers than the average human but secretly want to know what you are?"

     I glared at him. How did he know that?

     "Well, what are you?"

     He shrugged, smiling a gorgeous wobbly smile that I would have fallen for if he didn't have such a rude and aggravating personality that I that he only seemed to shared with me. How kind of him.

     "A werewolf, though it's probably not best that you go 'round asking random students here that."

     I suddenly laughed at him, stepping away from Dancer and to the less attractive and clearly more aged horse across from her. "Really? I thought you'd be a vampire. Aren't they supposed to be the most beautiful creatures of earth that sparkle in the sunlight?"

     He smirked, flicking open the peg on Dancer's gate and throwing a rope around her. He stroked her once and began walking her out of the stable. For a moment, he looked completely innocent and the perfect boy.

     "Are  you saying that I'm beautiful?"

     I scoffed. "Do not flatter yourself."

     "You read too many books. Do you ride?" he asked, changing the subject.

     "Not so much."

     He tightened the buckle under Dancer's chest after he'd thrown the saddle over her back and threw one leg over her. Once he was stationed atop of her back and took hold of the reins with both hands, he looked down at me with another smirk. I crossed my arms and glared.

     "I didn't think so. You don't look the riding type."

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