Her immortal desire #seqeul to her fiery desire

Chapter 1

Fraya

I couldn’t go back to sleep, so instead of going back to the bedroom, I went to check on the children as I do most nights that I wake up from my nightmares. I head to Evangeline’s room first, finding her wrapped tightly in her pink blanket, her body curled as if she is trying to make herself as small as possible. The only part of her that you can see is her head, her dark brown hair spread out on the pillow. Her snores sound like soft purrs and I know she won’t be waking up at any moment. She is exactly like her father, easy going and always smiling. People are drawn to her and can’t help but be entertained when they are in her presents. Her green eyes and small body are the only things she seems to have gotten from me, but I can’t complain as her brother looks exactly like me. Marvin is the opposite of his sister. Where his sister is loud and enjoys the attention, he is quiet and prefers to dwell in her shadow. Where she likes to watch movies, he prefers books. The only thing they seem to have in common is their love for sharp objects.

I place a kiss against her soft hair and whisper to her that I love her and then I leave her to her dreams. I close the door softly and then head to the next door. I am not surprised to see Marvin sitting close to his night lamp, his head over a book. He looks up at the sound of the door opening, but looks down when he sees me standing at the door. I walk over to him and sit down on the bed next to him. “What are we reading tonight?” I ask him, looking over his shoulder. I have been reading books for the twins since they were born, but last year he asked me to teach him how to read it himself and he hasn’t stopped reading since then. Now he is the one reading to his sister each night.

“It is a book about Fae.” I am shocked by his answer. There are a lot of stories about the supernatural, shifters, vampires, fae, witches and a lot more, but no human really knows the truth about any of us. They hear small truths but then they create their own versions of us, allowing their imagination to run wild.

“What are they saying about these Fae?” I ask him, a part of me hoping I can find out some truths as even the shifters know very little about the Fae or their world. My great grandmother was Fae, but she told me very little about herself or her people, nor did she tell me her reasons for fleeing her world.

“Not much, just that they have different courts that are named after the four seasons and then there are the day, night and dawn courts. Every court has a high lord who is, from what I have learned so far, the strongest Fae in that court. The one I am reading about now, is the high lord of the spring court but I am not sure yet what his abilities really are.” He says, not taking his eyes off the book.

“Be sure to tell me when you know more about his powers.” I say before I get up and give him a kiss on the head.

“Mommy?” He calls me when I reach the door.

“Yes my angel?” I ask turning back to see him looking at me, worry clear in his eyes.

“They are coming, aren’t they?” I am beyond surprised that he asks as I have made sure to never tell them about the Fae or the voice that I heard and I definitely didn’t tell him anything about my nightmares. “I dream about him, a Fae male with oil black hair that runs down his back and coal dark eyes. He scares me and he enjoys knowing that I am afraid of him.” He says and my heart starts to kick hard and fast against my chest.

“When did you start having these dreams?” I ask him, knowing better than to tell him that it is nothing. Alexander might ignore the warning of my dreams, but I will not tell my son to do the same.

“It started a few months ago, but now I get them every night. I think he is going to try and take Evangeline away from me.” He says the last part in a whisper. Marvin has always been protective of his sister. He is stuck by her side wherever they go, always right behind her, always there to make sure no one comes close enough to hurt her. The bond between the two is amazing, the one always able to tell what the other is thinking.

“You know I will always protect the both of you with my life right? No one will hurt her.” I tell him, trying to not sound as shaken as I am. The man in his dreams is clearly not the man that haunts mine and I can’t help but wonder if the one in his dreams is the one that spoke to me so long ago. “Try to get some rest tonight, today is a big day for you and your sister.” I tell him before I leave the room, worry clawing at my chest. Instead of going to my room to try and get a few more hours of sleep, I head to the training rooms, hoping to get rid of some of my frustration.

I pick up my twin swords and look into the mirrors against the walls, but instead of seeing myself, I see the male from my dreams. For the next few hours, it is him that I am fighting, but no matter how fast I move or how hard I fight, I can’t kill him. I can’t kill the fear building inside of me either. Alexander finds me there, in the training room drenched in sweat, breathing hard.

“I should’ve known I would find you here.” He says picking up his own sword and making his way towards me. “Mind a sparring partner?” He asks and all I can do is nod. It is easier to fight someone real than fighting my own mind. He lifts his sword and moves to attack me, but I easily dodge his attack, twisting out of the way and bringing up my own swords. He lifts his own to stop my attack, the clang of metal against metal ringing through the room. Over and over our swords meet, attack, defend, step and swing. “What is wrong Fraya? Talk to me.” Alexander says after another hour.

“What is the point? You are just going to tell me the same thing over and over again.” I say in frustration.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He says, clearly shocked by my anger.

“Every time I tell you that they are coming all you tell me is that they would’ve been here or that it is just a dream and nothing more. How are you ignoring years of nightmares?” I ask him.

“Because it has been years Fraya! You need to find a way to move past your fear and accept those words for what they were, empty threats!” He shouts. “I am not going to allow your fears to keep us from moving forward and neither should you. Your visions aren’t always correct, if you haven’t forgotten the fact that the vision of me dying hasn’t come to pass and you haven’t had them in three years! Have you ever thought that maybe it was your fears playing with your head, still playing with your head and not your powers?” He asks and if he said that to me last night, I would’ve believed him, but I know that is not the truth, not after hearing that Marvin is also having nightmares about the Fae.

“Think what you want, but I can’t afford to ignore my dreams, not when they feel so real and not when our son is also having nightmares about the Fae. I want to be prepared for the day they come, I can only hope that you will be ready as well.” I tell him before I put away my swords and then walk out of the room, not looking back to see if he follows or to listen to what else he has to say.