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Fay's Wish by Dee Carver 

Editor & Cover Artist: Cindy Wieczorek  

Shayla, Princess of the Fay, must begin the journey to discover her true power by leaving the island. If she's successful, she will become queen. Her plight won't be an easy one, for there are those who would use Shayla as a means to solidify their own position of power. 

Kyle, Shayla's guide in the human world, is destined to bring hope to the Fay even though his own future seems bleak. With Kyle by her side, miracles can happen, offering the promise of the return of the magic. 

Once that happens, nothing is impossible.  

TEASER 

As I entered the garden, the smell of succulent roses and jasmine infused me. I continued upon an emerald and ruby path, glinting like a wine-filled goblet. Gliding over pearls and bright quartz, I headed for the waterfalls, the soft lining of moss caressing my feet. 

My heart faltered. He was human. 

Excerpt 

As I entered the garden, the smell of succulent roses and flowed through my body, while the path itself was soothing with vibrant green and deep red stones. Gliding softly over the smooth stones, I headed for the waterfalls, sighing in pleasure as the soft moss lining it caressed and soothed my feet and heart. In all of Fay Island, this was my sanctuary. A place I could be myself, forget royal burdens and courtly duties. When I was younger I often found myself drawn here to search for my perfect mate.

In the center of the Garden, a mist was gathering against the steep rocks. Staring down I contemplated the brilliance flowing beneath the spray as it cast a shimmering silver hue in its depths. The sound of chimes filled the air as the falls began to play a sweet melody all of their own.

“They say when the water is such color, magic is trying to reach out to a Fay,” Aine said.

I turned and took in her beauty, as always she was hidden behind a garment of deep red, this time however the hood draping her face was pulled back. I was struck at the mane of red hair flowing around her body; it reminded me of silk caressing the radiant face now in full view.

As I contemplated Aine, I could not understand why she hid behind the red shroud. Her beauty was astounding. “If the water changed for one Fay, then who is it? You and I are the only ones here.”
“It is waiting to receive you. I have been here for some time, and the water did not change until you arrived.”

The look of poise on her face made me wonder if she might be right. I turned toward the water, sensing it call to me, beckoning me to step in.

I do not know whether it was Aine’s faith, or the water itself, but I waded in before I could stop to think. The water swirled around my body, stroking each curve with an intimate caress. I expected it to be cooler as I waded further in, but instead, it grew hot. Aine had been right. The water was responding to my touch, my intimate power. I was sure of it. Since my birth, there had not been a gift of magic such as this given. For whatever reason, I was to receive an old and precious gift.

“Do not be frightened, Princess, let the water carry you, comfort you, love you. Let it give you it’s offering in great joy. Know that, of the entire Fay, you are the one to receive a blessing from it.”
Aine’s words made sense. The water’s magic wanted to love me, caressing my body with its essence, giving me the bounty it was. It was now up to me to love it in return.

Taking her words and my thoughts to heart, I closed my eyes and opened my arms. The water pushed against my thighs, and I lifted my feet in response. Cradling me in lover’s arms, the water held my head above itself, before carrying me into its depth. Not once did I panic. I trusted the water as though it were my lover. The magic of the moment provided all I needed to survive. Opening my eyes, the water radiated silvery magic and faded to midnight blue, pulsating with resilient energy. Part of my mind screamed of the danger surrounding me, but my heart could only rejoice.

At that moment, I saw him. His eyes were the deepest blue I had ever seen, with silver flecks shooting out from the center of it, the same vividness as the water surrounding us. A ring of forest green surrounded the blue. The coal black hair made his creamy skin rich. Everything about him left no doubt to any of my senses. My whole body vibrated. From his chiseled features, to his broad shoulders, he was everything I had ever dared dream. He emanated male. I could only guess at his height, but he seemed taller than life to me.

My enchantment had caught me off guard. His height compared to a male Fay in his prime, and I wondered why I had never met him before. In reaction to my query, his surroundings changed from an island forest to a small town. The buildings were constructed of a wood I knew had not been made by Fay, but by man.

My heart faltered. He was human. Nothing was to come from these feelings building deep inside of me.

Fay have been forbidden to mate with humans, and the few half bloods left were either from before my Grandfather’s rule, or descendants of those who had ventured into the mortal’s world.

The water grew intense. Had I said or done something to upset the magic? The image of the man clarified again. He was in the very water with me. From within, I could not stop the heat from rising, as I watched our bodies begin to entwine with each other. Each kiss he placed upon my skin burst like sunlight through the mists.

My breasts lifted to his lips as the climax began to grow in my abdomen and move lower. My entire body became heavy with a need I had not felt before. With each powerful stroke inside me, my skin grew hotter. It echoed the inferno surrounding us. I had only heard of such impulsive things happening between the Gods and Goddesses. When our bodies peaked, his grip told me he felt each sensation I did.

I only hoped he thought he was dreaming, or I would begin to fear for his mind. According to tales from the Elders, humans no longer believed in Fairies, and only a few believed that magic existed at all. Most of those thought magic evil.

He reached out. Not toward my image, but to me, seeing through the mist as I had. The steel in his eyes concerned and frightened me…