The Fae World: Adrian: The Coffee Shop (part 2)

[k_a_webb]

Part 1

“Why did they kick him out?” Adrian asked, as he glanced at Matt. He kept thinking of Naida, who could do with some more mer friends who were land bound. “Is that something that normally happens?”

“They kicked him out because they couldn’t cope with him any longer and, even though it was illegal for them to make him leave before he turned eighteen, it was easy enough for them to say he’d run away.” Phoebe shrugged. “For anyone like us, with fae magic, it’s something that happens more often than it should, because they don’t know how to deal with us, and the fae, well…” She sighed. “No one cares about us.”

“Where do you live?”

Phoebe looked at him. Adrian wondered what she saw when she looked at him, what she was thinking, and knew that all he could do was hope that she couldn’t somehow work out why he was there. No one really knew what sort of magics the half bloods might have, because fae magic could have evolved on Earth in a different way to how it had evolved on Kalinia. He did his best not to show how uncomfortable he felt.

“The places of magic are mostly warded, but there are a few areas that seem to have been missed,” Phoebe said finally. “I don’t know why, so it’s possible they might end up being warded at some point, and all I can do, every time, is hope that I’ll still be able to get there. It’s all we have.” She bit her lip. “Someone, I don’t know who, created a place where we could all sleep safely, although it’s really nothing more than a roof to keep us dry. If we didn’t have that I don’t know what we’d end up doing.”

Adrian wanted to reassure her, tell her that the fae were unlikely to ever ward those areas because they didn’t care any more, but he knew that would blow his cover. He knew that the Queen wanted as much information as he could get about the mixed bloods, so she could work out how best to help them. She had other spies out in other places where they congregated and soon they would do something. Until then he just had to keep his head down.

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed,” Adrian replied.

“Thank you.” Phoebe smiled at him. “Where do you live?”

“I got… lucky, I guess. Somehow I found an entrance to the fae school, so they have to teach me how to use my abilities, but they aren’t happy about it. To the majority of the fae I’m everything that’s wrong with the unpure.” Adrian found himself smiling at the phrase. “I think it’s the shifter part they hate the most.”

Their eyes met. “I would never want to go to the school, but at the same time…” Phoebe shook her head. “I hate to admit it, because it would mean having to deal with even more prejudice, but I would love to go to the school just to learn how to be what I am.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.