Continuation of Part 1
He turned around quickly, and I almost fainted. His hard, strong jaw matched fathers, and although father’s eyes were grey, this man’s silver eyes looked eerily like fathers. All his features were exaggerated. The black hair that shone blue, the porcelain white skin, the silver eyes, the square jaw.
“Who are you?” he asked startled. A look of shock went over his face, and he stood in silence with his face contorted in a manner that was quite strange. His image flickered, as if he was a flame.
“Um, what are you doing?” I asked cautiously.
He gasped, “you can see me?”
“Well, of course, you’re standing right in front of me...”
“No no no no no, you aren’t supposed to be able to see me.”
“Well, I can.”
“Wait, are you of the Winter Fey?”
“No,” I laughed, “I’m very human.”
“Oh, you’re a Teller!”
“What’s that?” I was very confused.
“Teller’s. They lived many years ago, fae think they are all gone, but here you are, a Teller! They had the power to see the fae, and spread our teachings far and wide.”
“Alright, I am very confused now,” I looked him in the eye, “I am not a Teller, I am a normal human, and what did you mean by Winter Fey?!”
“That’s impossible,” he said confidently, “I am a Faerie, and right now, I don’t want you to see me. Humans cannot see a Faerie who does not wish that human to see them.”
“So, either you are Faerie, which you can't be, or you’re a Teller.”
“Neither,” I said. Was he mad? He must've been absolutely bonkers.
“Well, who are you?”
“I don’t know,” I looked down and suddenly remembered my bare feet, “I mean, I do know my name, but, well, I don’t know who my mother is,” I admitted sadly. Why I was telling him this I had no idea, but here I was talking to a stranger who believed himself to be a 'faerie'.
“Really?” he said, “what happened?”
“Well, my father married another woman when I was small, so I always thought she was my mother, but she wasn’t,” I sighed, “I don’t know what happened to my mother. She bore me and then she disappeared.”
“Wow,” he said, “I grew up without a father, so my mother, the Queen, raised me alone.”
“Don’t you have any siblings?” I said in dismay.
“No, my mother refused to marry after my father left, and when her brother died childless, she became Queen, and stopped waiting for my father to return completely.”
“What a tragic love story."
“Yes, well, he’s probably dead now anyways,” his attempt at a nonchalant laugh was defective.
I smiled sadly, casting my eyes down, pausing and looking him in the eyes again.
“But, you're a faerie?”
"Yes," he said, and as soon as his words left his mouth, two brilliant silvery-gold wings expanded from his back, strong and large, extremely detailed and intricate, and so fragile.
I stifled a gasp, "Oh, they're beautiful! I never knew faeries existed!" It was a small lie; I'd felt the presence of faeries since I was born, but never actually believed it until now, here was living proof!
His sly smile made me smile too, but then it froze, and his eyes widened. His breathing quickened, as if he just realised something.
“Oh god, I… I… I have to go! Human’s aren’t supposed to know Faeries exist!”
“Wait! But, I like you,” I said shyly, “um, I don’t know what I’m saying... I just, I feel like I’ve met you before, like it wasn’t a coincidence that we met here today, I think, it was fate. Destiny.”
He stopped, and turned slowly.
“Can I trust you? Trust that you won't tell anybody? Us faeries have tried hard to stay away from humans for many years...”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I drew a cross just under my collarbone, “so far as anyone else knows, the Fey don’t exist,” I smiled gleefully up at him.
“Okay, but I must go, Mother will be wondering where I am,” he sighed, “it’s beginning to get dark.”
“Oh, yes, I must go as well,” I turned to leave when his voice stopped me.
“Wait, you can’t mean, walk alone in these woods?”
“Of course, why not?”
“It’s dark, it will be dangerous! Here, let me walk with you.”
“Very well,” I blushed before turning away.
We walked through the forest, undisturbed by the darkening night creeping onto us, as we talked about our similarities and differences, our likes and dislikes, until he stopped abruptly at the edge of the wood.
“I cannot go further,” he said, “it is forbidden.”
“Oh, okay, well then, good night….?” I was shocked that although I felt so close to this man, I did not know his name.
“Tyrin,” he chuckled, “and you?”
“Adrielle,” I said before turning away.
“Adrielle,” he whispered, “Good night Adrielle,”
“Shall we meet again?” I must have startled him.
“Same place, same time tomorrow?” he suggested.
“Yes! I will see you then! Goodbye Tyrin.”