4. Chapter 4
Fey. The word resonates in my mind and I slump back into the cushions wishing that I could rewind back to yesterday when that three letter word wouldn't mean anything to me.
"You're a part of that world, Will. Just as much as me."
I glance up to look at him and instantly freeze, my breath lodging in my throat and my heart thudding to a standstill. His eyes, the same eyes that I know better than my own have changed. A swirling mass of bright green now swims and merges with his usual brown and bright golden flecks flicker with every breath he takes. His features are a million times sharper, changing his face to something unearthly and inhuman. Even his hair has taken a subtle change, shifting to a rich mahogany shade. He's still Dean, but he's also completely different. In fact, he almost reminds me of the boy I met in the forest.
"I'm a Light fey. I have a connection with the forest and the ground beneath my feet; my glamour comes from nature itself. It's the same with every fey who belongs to the Light. The same as you."
I don't need to ask what he's talking about. Memories of my most recent dreams had already begun flitting through my mind at his words. "And what about the 'Dark' fey?" The words are like a foreign language and sound strange coming from my lips.
Dean's expression seems to darken slightly. "They're pretty much the opposite to the Light. Their glamour comes directly from the shadows and they have an affinity for ice and winter. Since the beginning the Dark have been enemies of the Light so we each tend to stay in our allotted realms. Separation is the only way to avoid countless bloodbaths and wars."
I frown slightly. "The forest I visit in my dreams, is that the Light realm?"
Dean sinks down next to me on the sofa and lets out a deep breath. "No, the forest isn't a part of the Light or Dark. It's actually a realm in itself. It's called the Free Lands and when you're in there pretty much anything goes. Any Fey are welcome to enter it and many do as it's the only way of finding entrances to the mortal world." He runs his hand through his hair. "But that of course does lead to fights and hunts."
The girl flashes before my eyes and I've cradled my injured hand to me before I can get my thoughts together. A shiver courses through me and I untangle myself from the blanket, feeling the need to have a hot drink in my hands.
"Are you gonna make tea?" There's a slight tinge of amusement in his voice and I turn just as I reach the door to tell him to shut up, but the words fall short on my lips as a shooting pain rips through my body and the ground rushes up to meet me.
I'm back on the sofa, lying with my head propped on a pillow. I groan and try to reach up and touch my throbbing head but my hand is pulled back.
"Stay still, Will. I won't be much longer."
I open my eyes and turn my head to look at Dean. His forehead is furrowed in concern and something alarmingly like panic is etched into his features.
My focus shifts from his face to his hands as they begin to glow, trapping my own hand in a golden haze. A warm sensation slowly begins to make it's way up my arm until it's flowing through my entire body and I sigh as a strong sense of peace settles within me. I hadn't realized Dean had been muttering until he falls silent and I frown as the warmth begins to recede leaving a strange numbness in it's place.
"That should give us a couple of hours." He's on his feet in an instant and I struggle into a sitting position, gazing up at him questioningly.
"A couple of hours until what?"
He reaches out a hand and I take it, letting him pull me to my feet. I sway slightly and would've fallen back onto the sofa if he hadn't reached out and steadied me. I stare into his eyes, willing him to tell me what he's clearly panicking about.
"You've been poisoned, Will. That Dark fey transferred her glamour into you and your body can't handle it." He pauses slightly before continuing in a rush. "It's killing you. Those marks are gonna spread right through you until it reaches your heart and then you're gonna die. We need to get you to a healer before that can happen."
All I can do is stare at him, wondering if this is his idea of a sick joke.
"You have to believe me, Will. Your glamour is Light, you can't have the Dark glamour within you, it's literally killing you. You fainted because your body doesn't know how to handle it and that's gonna keep happening. If we don't get you help eventually you'll pass out and that'll be it; you won't wake up again. I'm not gonna let that happen so you're just gonna have to trust me."
I laugh breathlessly. "We're going there, aren't we? To Fey?"
He nods and I tug on my boots as he opens the front door, the chill of early morning creeping into the house as he does. "I'm not going to let you die, Will. I promise."
I shoot him a shaky smile and try to calm the panic I can feel rising within me.If he's telling the truth, in a few hours I could be dead.