Page 32 of The Fae Girl 1

“How can I trust you?” I replied. “I don’t even know you.”

“All you have to do is give me your hands.” He said.

I let out a low breath, shutting my eyes for a moment to try and think.

“If it is as you say then you have nothing to be afraid of.” He added.

“Fine.” I said. Because it wasn’t really like I had a choice and at least this way I might be able to actually go home and forget about all this. “But if I’m right I get to go home.” I added.

“Agreed.” Fain said as Jelric held out his hands.

I lifted my own, placing them flat above his and, as our skin got close to touching, a bright flash of purple burst out making me cry out in shock.

I stepped back, half fell into the chair behind me. Whatever just happened my heart was now beating faster than ever.

“What trick was that?” I gasped but even as I spoke I could feel it. My whole body was tingling like someone had electrified me but in a good way.

My hands were trembling in front of me. I held them out seeing the flashes of colour, as if a rainbow was pulsating within my veins.

“Can you see that?” I murmured looking at Jelric who was smiling.

“Yes. Marke and I can both see it. That’s your magic.”

“But I…?” I gulped staring at my hands as they still flashed multicoloured and my words failed me.

“Now do you believe?” Jelric asked.

All I could do was nod.

It was madness, all of it, but it was also true. Horribly true. I was exactly what they’d been saying. I was magic. I was Fae.

“How did that happen? I mean what caused that to happen?” I asked trying to get her head around it.

Magic doesn’t exist. Fae don’t exist.Those words kept echoing in my head.

“A Magi wields magic, so when they come into contact with the Fae whose very essence is magic it causes a reaction. It’s like a testament of wills, and whoever’s magic is greater usually wins.”

“Right.” I replied still not fully understanding. Not truly comprehending this. Marke shifted bringing my attention momentarily to him. “So you could have done that back on day one and I wouldn’t have had to endure any of this.”

“No.” Marke said. “I mean, yes I could have, but my magic is not as great as Jelric’s and if I were to have performed that test most likely your Magic would have killed me.”

“Oh.” I said slumping more for some reason at that. Half of me wanted to bury my head in my hands and just forget any of them were there for a few minutes but I could feel them all staring at me. I felt exhausted.

“So I am Fae.” I said quietly, almost as a whisper, as if confirming it to myself.

If I was Fae, if it was real, then it meant everything was real, the Agnai wanting to kill me, even the world I was in, it was all real.

“Yes. And you belong to the High King.” Marke said.

I shook my head, annoyed at that same stupid comment. “What does that actually mean? I mean why am I even here? What do you actually want from me?” I asked.

It felt like I had a hundred questions running around in my head now, though I doubt these arseholes were going to answer them in any meaningful way.

“It means that you are magic and we need your help. We are at war.” Jelric answered.

“What war?” I asked.

Jelric looked across at the Prince nodding as if to give him some sort of permission. The Prince bristled at the gesture.

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