Merry woke lying on the worn carpeting outside
his bedroom door.
His
head throbbed, and he tasted dried blood on his lips. It was still dark, so he
didn’t think he’d been passed out for long. When he rose to his hands and
knees, nausea assailed him, and he nearly didn’t make it to the bathroom before
he lost what little was in his stomach.
With a soft groan, he rested his forehead on the cool edge of the porcelain bowl. His dad
had been a great dad when Merry was little, and he wanted that dad back. Since
his mom left, his dad had steadily grown worse. Now he was.... It was like he
was freakin’ possessed or something. Merry
sat there for a few moments and tried to puzzle it out. Nothing made sense.
Nothing had made sense for a week. Well, except Quinn. Quinn cared for him.
Quinn loved him—him—he was Quinn’s wee dote. And Quinn
kept him safe. Except when fairy things interfered.
Merry’s brow
knitted in thought. In fact, there seemed to be an awful lot of fairy interference
since Quinn kissed him. The real kiss, not the Fairy Kiss. He still didn’t know
the significance of a Fairy Kiss. Quinn called it special, but that didn’t tell
him anything. It didn’t tell him the true meaning or the magnitude of it. But
something about it seemed to have set bad things in motion for Quinn. Not the
least of which was his mom’s anger. Man, what a cruel mom. Then
there was that whole bit about his hand. What had the demi-fae boss called it?
A healing hand? He looked at his palm, then at the back of his hand. It looked
normal. He sighed. Another thing that didn’t make sense.
He slowly got to
his feet, opened the medicine cabinet, and reached for the Tylenol®. He downed a couple of
tablets and thought, not for the first time, he should own stock in the company
that made it. He brushed his teeth as he admired his bruised and swollen cheek
in the mirror. Perfect. Yet another bruise for
people at school to stare at right before they said something mean. He took a
quick shower and realized he had nothing to wear as he dried off. Crap.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and threw his bloodied clothes in the
hamper. At least he hadn’t had to explain Quinn’s blood all over his clothes.
His dad’s fists had taken care of that.
He went to the
bathroom door, put his ear against it, and listened. Once his dad was passed
out in bed, he didn’t wake, but something had been way different
about his dad tonight and he didn’t want to take any chances. When he didn’t
hear anything, he opened the door ajar and peered down the hallway. Only his
dad’s loud snoring filled the space. He was good to go. He made his way to his
bedroom door and slowly turned the doorknob, worried he might scare the
demi-fae in his room. “It’s Merry,” he whispered as he opened the door and
slipped inside.
Bright, silvery
moonlight cascaded through the window and afforded him enough light to see
almost as clearly as if it were day. Man, this vision thing is weird. He
focused his eyes, looked around and, to his utter astonishment, the room was
empty.
He didn’t know the
demi-fae boss’s name, so he whispered, “Lady Sadb?” No response. He stepped
forward and his knee bumped something. He looked down and saw nothing. He bent
and felt the air and his hand touched the blow-up mattress. Invisible?
He moved his hand along the edge and his fingers met with the soft velvet of
Quinn’s wing. Wow. Everyone and everything out of the ordinary
was invisible! He took small, shuffling steps, afraid he would
step on a demi-fae.
“Ye be well?”
the boss demi-fae asked quietly from the shadows.
Merry almost
jumped out of his skin. “Ah, yeah. Where are you?” he whispered.
The moonlight
suddenly brightened and everyone and everything reappeared in the room.
Demi-fae littered Quinn’s hurt wing, sprawled out, fast asleep. “What are you
guys doing on his wing?” Merry’s whisper was a harsh demand on the quiet night
air.
“We partook
o’ sugar.”
Anger instantly
filled Merry. “You got drunk?”
“Aye. We Prince’s
wing be mended. Be cause for celebration.”
Merry’s quick
intake of breath sounded loud in the quiet of the room. “He’s all better?”
“Nay all, but
most. A few deep wound in he chest and back be needin’ more healin’.”
Merry was so
relieved he felt faint. He sat at the end of the bed carefully so as not to
disturb Quinn. “When will he wake up?”
“Take much o’ he
magicks to heal he wounds and he be weak. May not wake for a day or so.”
Oh, no. He
couldn’t hide Quinn in his room for the night, let alone a couple of days. What
if his dad came home in the middle of the day? His dad had never done that
before but knowing Merry’s luck it would happen now. “Are you going to take him
home?”
“Ye dare not move
a fae once he settle in he healin’ sleep.”
“I can’t keep him
here! What if my dad sees him?”
“Ye need not worry
of it. I put ye a spell on ye door. Ye da’ not enter nor see us.”
“Seriously?”
“Aye.”
Merry relaxed a
little. That was cool. Maybe. Mostly. If it worked. He looked
at sleeping Quinn. With his features relaxed in sleep, he looked much
younger than he was. The red-auburn waves of his hair were vibrant across the
pillow. Soft and silky, Merry wanted to run his fingers through them. Quinn’s
skin looked pure in the moonlight, almost luminescent in its shine, and was
marred only by the few wounds that remained. They were deep, and looked tender
and raw, and the memory of Quinn’s excruciating pain made him shudder. He
wanted to lie down next to Quinn and hold him. He wanted to make sure Quinn
would be all right. And he sure as heck didn’t want Quinn to defy his mom
again. Ever.
He tore his gaze
from Quinn and looked at the demi-fae sleeping on his wing. Some were stirring,
beginning to wake, including Sadb. He could only imagine how safe he would feel
wrapped in Quinn’s velvety-soft wings.
“Aye, lad. We
Prince keep we safe,” the demi-fae boss said quietly.
Merry was irked.
It was rude to read someone’s thoughts without permission, wasn’t it? “What’s
your name?”
The little green
guy stood and, with a sweep of an arm and a deep bow, introduced himself. “Lord
Conlaoch an Glas, in the service of we Prince of Fairy, He Majesty Quinn Malloy
O’Cuinn, son of we Queen Muirgan of we High Court of Fairy, Queen of Flesh and Bone,
Bearer of Hands of Fire and Water.”
Merry rolled his
eyes in the dim light of the room. “Please don’t tell me I have to call you all
that.”
The demi-fae
chuckled. “A gobful, to be certain. Ye may name me Conlaoch lest we be at
Court. Then ye must use me title.”
“Nice to meet you,
Lord Conlock. Thanks for your help with Quinn. Please don’t read my thoughts.”
Conlaoch chuckled
again. “Be me job to ensure ye be well in me Prince’s absence. Ye be he Fairy
Kiss.”
OMG! Did
everybody know? “W-what’s that mean, anyway?” Conlaoch laughed
outright now, and Merry was immediately defensive. “What’s so funny?”
“Ye should sense
what it mean.”
“Well, I-I don’t.
So, what does it mean?”
Conlaoch turned
serious. “It mean he claim ye as he own. None in the Land o’ Fairy may court
ye.”
Court me?
“Y-you mean it’s, like, a public statement that w-we’re”—going steady sounded
so totally grade school—“um, like, w-we’re together?”
“Be he mark upon
ye. A nonce short of a hand-fast, it be, Meriadoc.”
Merry’s heart
soared as his mind filled with a million thoughts. “Wow,” he breathed on the
cool night air.
“Aye,” Conlaoch
agreed. “By the cause if it, ye must pay due respect and remember he title.”
Merry was
defensive again. “I didn’t know he was a prince until Sadb told me.”
“Surely ye suspect
so.”
“Why would I? I
asked if he was a prince and he said, ‘after a fashion.’ That’s all. And
sometimes it’s kind of hard to understand what he means.”
Conlaoch chuckled
softly again. “How be ye sight?”
Merry gaped in the
dim light. “How did you know my sight was screwed up?”
“Ye not see ye eye
in the mirror?”
No. He hadn’t.
He’d been preoccupied with his raspberry-blueberry-bruised face. He rose from
the bed as quickly as his aching head would allow and sped to the bathroom. He
flipped the light switch, and all but threw himself at the mirror.
OHEMGEE!
He peered closer,
then backed away, and then peered closer yet, as if what he saw might change
before his very eyes. Or whosever eyes they were. His eyes had turned gold—no,
teal—no, gold. No! Gold and teal! And he had two irises!
Rather, two rings of irises. The inner one was bright gold and
the outer one was teal! And they moved! Like, dilated independently of
one another!
HOLY MOLY!
He ran back to the
bedroom and slipped inside fighting to keep from imploding with hysteria. “What
happened to my eyes?” he demanded.
Now awake, Sadb
gasped when she saw him. “He be—!”
Conlaoch cut her
words off with a slight wave of his hand. She gurgled once, then fell silent.
“Whist, Merry. Calm ye self, lest ye wake we prince.”
“What happened To.
My. Eyes!” Merry’s whisper was harsh, demanding.
“What ye see when
ye look at ye da’?”
Merry paused in
his panic. “Evil,” he whispered.
“Aye. What else
there be?”
“H-he didn’t
look... normal.”
“Ye see he aura,
did ye?”
“Y-yeah. He had
this black misty thing happening and it was... scary. But that doesn’t explain
anything. What happened to me?”
“Not be what
happen. Be what a touch o’ Fairy set free in ye.”
Sadb almost
wailed. “He have the wild mag—!”
Wow. That
seemed a little harsh.
“Touch we prince,
Merry. Touch a wound on he back,” Conlaoch encouraged.
“W-why?”
“Ye’ll see.”
“First, tell me
what happened to my eyes.”
Conlaoch made an
exasperated noise. “Ye have magicks in ye, lad. When Sadb give ye a touch
o’ Fairy, they come alive in ye.”
He didn’t have any
magick. He was boring, plain Merry the f-f-non-fairy.
“S-so what’s that mean? I’m Fairy Kissed and Touched?”
“Aye.”
“And that’s why
you think m-my hand is magick?”
“Now, ye take me
meanin’, Meriadoc. Touch we prince. Heal he wound.”
The part of Merry
that thought all this was absolutely freakin’ nuts warred with the
part that told him something had definitely changed in him.
And the eye thing. Well, he couldn’t think of anything that could explain the
freaky eyes. Freaky eyesight maybe, but not freaky-looking eyes.
“Touch we prince,”
Conlaoch encouraged again.
What he was about
to do would prove the demi-fae right or dead wrong. Merry took a deep, filling
breath and breathed in courage as he stepped around the corner of the bed and
sat on the edge of it next to Quinn.
Soft murmurs
filled the air as the demi-fae woke and looked on.
“Just touch him,”
Merry breathed to himself. With a tentative hand, Merry set a fingertip to one
of Quinn’s wounds. His cheek began to tingle, his fingertip warmed, and Quinn’s
skin began to glow violet beneath his touch. “W-what’s h-happening?”
“Ye be healin’ we prince.”
“No way.” Merry’s
voice was nearly inaudible on the air.
“Aye, Meriadoc. Ye
magicks come alive in ye.”
Merry withdrew his
fingertip and Quinn’s wound was healed. Suddenly, the part of him that knew Conlaoch was right loomed large in his mind.
I have magicks.
He was no longer
plain Merry the fairy. Rather, he was plain Merry THE FAIRY! Could
it be any more confusing? He looked at Conlaoch, disbelieving and
fighting the question that wanted to fly off his tongue. “Quinn s-said I wasn’t
a fairy.”
“He mean ye not be
full fae, lad. Ye be half fae.”
Those were the
last words Merry heard before he fainted.
Poor Merry, and poor me waiting till tomorrow :D
ReplyDeleteLove it, Cody.
LOL. Thanks for dropping by, sweet Pelaam. Tomorrow, we meet again. <3
DeleteNever plain Merry The Fairy. You go, Merry!!
ReplyDeleteLOL. Thanks for stopping by, KazzaK. It's always great to see you here! Plain Merry the Fairy no longer! More tomorrow!
DeleteWhat a way to intro into being half-fae. The eye thing is wonderful, along with the hand. This part was as compelling as the others. More please. It is a wonderful story and is only getting better.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Damian. I'm glad you're continuing to enjoy Fairy. I think it would be cool to have eyes like Merry's new eyes! And, of course, who wouldn't want to have magicks? It's always great to see you here, Damian!
DeleteAnother great chapter Cody. The demi-fae amuse me and I love how Merry is more than what people perceive. Anxiously awaiting the next chapter.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Mary. :D Merry never was plain, boring Merry the Fairy. He simply didn't know it. Our perceptions of ourselves vastly affect how we behave and, perhaps, just perhaps, Merry might begin to be able to handle evil Rick on his own. Thanks for stopping by. It's great to see you here!
DeleteLoved it! I love those earth-shattering revelations for characters and the way it shifts their universe completely. Thanks for another great chapter!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shira! Merry's world has been turned on end, but it's only a new beginning for him (and Quinn). Thanks for dropping by and for being a loyal reader of Fairy!
DeleteI am so hooked on this story. I hope it never ends. LOL Are you ready for a lifetime commitment to it? You're an amazing writer.
ReplyDeleteAwww, thank you, Nativson! You can't imagine how happy it makes me to hear that! The boys will be back in the fall and Chapter 14 closes out part one of Fairy. Thanks for reading Fairy and for dropping by. It's always great to see you here!
DeleteMerry is learning who he really is!!! He has magicks :) So cool to discover what's been inside you all your life.
ReplyDeleteCody what an awesome story. Looking forward to the next chapter!
Thanks!
LOL! Thank YOU, Kerry, for being a loyal Fairy reader and fan! It's always great to see you here! :*
Delete"Those were the last words Merry heard before he fainted."
ReplyDeleteAfter everything Merry's been through, I shouldn't laugh at him, but that's funny. :)
Hey B Snow! Poor Merry has been through quite a bit and his life has changed dramatically since Quinn entered it. Stay tuned for more! Thanks for dropping in and commenting! It's great to see you here!
ReplyDeleteOh. Wow. That is so cool and so scary for Merry! Can't wait to see what happens next. :)
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DeletePoor Merry. So overwhelmed, but unknowingly strong. Can't wait to see what happens in the next chapter, but I'll hold myself in suspense until tonight. Thanks, Cody! <3
ReplyDeleteSo glad you're enjoying the story, Moni!
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