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Ascension
Prologue
250 years ago in Avalon I watch the new arrivals as they march through the gate behind me. Some of us fairies arrived early as a sign of respect, but some are just now showing up, disgusting. Each of them smiles as they are assigned their room, and I wonder who I will be stuck with. I am not here to make friends or please anyone, no, I’m here to become a fierce warrior so that one day I can protect what is mine. “Hello,” a deep voice says. “Hello,” I reply. My eyes take in the fairy standing before me, his tall, lean body, with his black hair just like the rest of the warrior born fairies, but this one, there’s something different about him. “I am Rowan,” he says holding out his hand. “Connor,” I reply, gripping his hand in return. I watch as he places some small items on the footrest and scowl, trinkets. What good will they do him here? We are here to become warriors not miss the female fairies. He smiles when he places a small stone onto the surface. “You have a female,” I ask. “Indeed, my true mate,” he smiles at me lighting up his whole face. “Congratulations,” I reply then leave the small confined space. I pace the stone walkway until my anger simmers. How can he have his true mate so soon, he is not but my age. A horn sounds, snapping me from my thoughts and I march into the field to wait my orders. Rowan stops next to me still smiling, but I plan to wipe it from his face. We hold our heads high while we are instructed on what to do. “Swordplay,” I hiss. “You do not like swordplay?” he questions. “No, I prefer the real thing,” I snap. He answers with a chuckle, and I feel my anger rise again. He is too cavalier, too…smiley to be a warrior. “Ah, you made it,” our instructor says to him. “Indeed I did,” Rowan says, in return. They share a secret smile, which has my hands clenching into fists. “You may take your leave,” we are told before the instructor walks away. “Have fun sword playing,” Rowan grins as he walks away from me. I watch him while I cut down my warrior brother with my wooden sword. Rowan has the eyes of most of our instructors and many of our warrior brothers. I can’t seem to stop the snarl that curls my lip. “You do not like the prince,” my partner asks. “What?” “The crown prince,” he nods to where Rowan is now laughing with his sparring partner. “You must be mistaken,” I reply. “I am not. That is Prince Rowan, I have been to many revelries to know who he is,” my partner replies. “Just last summer he bonded with the princess of the summer court,” he tells me. “Of course, I did hear that,” I reply. His true mate, a princess, of course it would be, for who else would the Goddess create for the beloved Prince of Avalon but an equally beloved Princess. “You do not look pleased,” my partner says with watching eyes. “I am indeed,” I reply forcing a smile to my lips. “The prince, here with us,” I sigh. Just the fairy I have always wanted to meet. Ascension Copyright © 2018 by E.A. Weston All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever, including Internet usage, without written permission from E.A. Weston, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles and reviews. -- Are you a book blogger? --
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