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.

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16. Chapter Sixteen

I looked to the doorway of the stables and saw Markis standing there, sun shining in on his angry face.

     "Good morning, Markis," Ryder calmly greeted their new guest.  "Isn't it a beautiful day?  Perfect for the first day of school."

     "Ryder, what are you doing in here?  Especially with this thing," Markis gestured over at me.  "And why did you let her ride my horse?"

     "I was helping her get adjusted around here," Ryder answered, not phased.  "I'm guessing that she met you yesterday?  No wonder she seemed to have the impression that everyone here is terrible.  It's good that she met me when she did."

     Markis's eyes hardened.  "You know, just because you're a prince doesn't mean you can treat me like that."

     My eyes flew over to Ryder.  "Prince?" I squeaked.

     Well, of course he's a prince.  Even I could tell.

     The new voice caused me to widen my eyes and look around.  That voice didn't belong to either of those boys, but the voice also didn't appear to be speaking out loud.

     Sophie, it's me, Dancer.

     My eyes flew to the horse to find her looking at me.  Markis and Ryder didn't seem to notice at all, too busy with whatever conversation they were having.

     Dancer? I thought to myself. Markis' beautiful horse?

     Yes, it's me.

     I laughed an uneasy choking noise and both of the boys looked over at me, breaking up their bickering for just a moment. Markis looked almost genuinely amused and I blushed, the colour fading when I saw that Ryder looked reasonably concerned.

     "Are you alright?" he asked me.

     Markis snorted. "I wouldn't get to hung up on her. She's probably only the second cousin of a witch."

     Ryder slapped his shoulder as Markis trudged out of the stables. When I heard him breathe a sigh of relief, I did too.

     "But still powerful," he muttered.

 

I waited in the stables for him to leave, eagerly waiting for my moment alone with Dancer and to figure out why I'd heard her mind voice in my head. Once Ryder finally passed me off with just a light headache and random day dreaming, he followed Markis back to the dorm building for breakfast. That was when my fatigue came crashing down on me.

     I tripped towards Dancer's stable and fell on to the gate, causing it to fly open and make her snort. One way to make a friend is to limit their personal space by entering it yourself.

     I gazed up into her deep and almost lonely brown eyes and bit my lip. She was so beautiful and calm I felt like she was my sense of gravity - the only thing keeping me stable. Don't be ridiculous, Sophie, I told myself.

     Dancer?

     Hmmph! I would have settled for us to communicate with you not standing in my piles of poo and straw, but I'm flexible. I have to be really, with Markis always bossing me around in front of people he wishes to impress.

     Impress? I looked up at her and let my fingers curl up in her mane. She blinked, shaking a fly off her head, and shifted her weight on all fours.

     He's very delicate and kind to me when we're alone. It seems I am his only friend. But it was the same with the other one.

     I paused, scratching the place where her skin rippled under my touch when I stroked it. He had two horses, you mean?

     No, darling, the other girl. The one with the pretty ginger hair and bright green eyes. Vampire.

     I shuddered and stepped away. You're saying he acts like he did around her with every other girl?

     Dancer bowed her head and snorted a horsey laugh. No, silly. I'm saying he acts the very same with you as he did with the girl he fell in love with when he first met her.

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