Her immortal desire #seqeul to her fiery desire

Fraya Another night, another nightmare. They never seem to end, but they aren’t always the same. Tonight, I dream of him again, his shoulder length black hair shining in the starlight, his grey eyes full of mischief. He is wearing black leather pants, his chest and feet bare and in his hands, a massive broadsword that seems to weigh nothing to him. “Fight me, you know how much I enjoy it when you fight back.” He says with a sneer. I feel anger boiling through my veins as I lift my twin swords and get ready to attack. I know I have done this many times before, but never while awake. I have only seen him in my dreams, but his pointed ears let me know exactly who he is. I am not sure why I am here, but I know I hate this Fae male standing in front of me. I know I would love to see my sword driven through his heart. I charge at him with a battle cry and a smile stretches over his face. I am going to make sure to wipe that smile off his face. “Fraya!” Alexander’s voice makes me stop and look around, trying to find him. All I see around me is an open field, stranger flowers growing all around me. This is not the world I know. This is the world of the Fae and Alexander is not here. “Time to go home my love, but I will see you again soon.” The fae male says. He sounds sad but he disappears into thin air, before I can figure out why he sounds so sad. “NOOOOO!” I scream in frustration. I wanted to kill him! I need to kill him! “Fraya! You need to wake up baby.” Alexander, I need to go home to my husband. My mate. I jerk awake, Alexander’s arms wrapping around me as I try to catch my breath. I have had this dream before, but every time it feels more and more real. “They are coming Alexander.” I say, but I already know what he is going to say. “Baby, they would’ve been here by now.” He says the same thing he does every time I tell him that they are coming. It has been three years, if they were coming, they would’ve been here by now. “Come, let’s go back to sleep.” He lifts me into his lap as if I am a little child and starts rocking me, but I don’t mind, having him wrapped around me helps me relax and breathe easier, but I don’t fall back asleep. I wait for him to stop rocking, for his arms to relax and his breath to even out before I crawl out of his hold and out of bed. I go to the bathroom and relieve myself and then splash some cold water on my face. I decide to go for a walk in the gardens, needing to clear my mind. It has been three years since the last time I heard the voice of the Fae male in my mind. It is not the same as the male that has been haunting me in my dreams, but it is similar. My gut is telling me to prepare, that they haven’t forgotten and they will be here soon, but Alexander doesn’t seem to feel or think the same. He believes that whomever was talking in my head might have given up and has moved on, and I honestly think that he might think I have gone mad at that time with my powers and that I was just hearing things, it wouldn’t surprise me, sometimes I think it was also just my imagination but my dreams remind me that it was real. As I walk in the garden of the palace, I let my mind wonder back to the dream. The flowers were different, bright colors, beautiful but vicious, with sharp ends that could tear your flesh apart with little effort. I think of the fae male standing on them bare foot, not worried about the deadly flowers and I wonder if they were cutting at the soles of his feet or if they were softer than they seemed. I think about the way his eyes had lit up when I moved to attack him, the sadness in his voice when he told me that I had to go home. I know there is no point to think about him, I know it is only a dream, but a part of me doesn’t want to believe that he isn’t real, that this isn’t just my imagination going wild. I know I can’t afford to believe that this is just my imagination, because if I ignore my dreams and decide to believe as Alexander does, then I might not be prepared for the day when they do come and as a mother, I can’t afford to be unprepared.