Sullied Wings (Sciathain Academy Book 2) by Mazzy J. March

Author:Mazzy J. March [March, Mazzy J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Decadent Publishing LLC
Published: 2021-04-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

You come from a long line of fairy warriors.

Maeve’s words had stayed with me through a few tough days of classes where I struggled to keep up with my classmates who seemed to have no trouble with what the instructors asked of them. Memorization was second nature to them, whereas even with Bain’s help, I failed more often than I succeeded.

And unless I was greatly mistaken, I was called on more often than anyone else in any of my classes. And I did my best, but my best wasn’t good enough. For me. My instructors were encouraging, and, when I forgot what I needed to recite in the first sentence or the tenth or the fiftieth, they never chastised me, just told me to keep trying. My classmates, however, were less kind, and their snickers haunted my dreams.

Finally, although my time was better spent with the endless memorizing, I decided to find out about this line of fairy warriors I came from. It fit in with my wondering about what family I might have on the other side of the veil. Was my grandma over there wondering why she’d never seen my face? Did she know we weren’t allowed to cross?

Possibly there were no relatives over there, but since I’d learned that I wasn’t just some sort of generic American but a fairy, I hungered to know what that meant. To me. I’d seen enough variety in the types of fae in class and out to know it meant something different to each. My research so far had shown me the hundreds or more kinds of fairies known to the writers, and I had to be a kind, right? A brownie or wood nymph? A dragon fae? Was my family connected to one of the courts? Every culture on Earth, so far as I could tell, had fairy legends, but they still didn’t think we were real?

Until I learned I was a fairy, I hadn’t thought we were real. So I probably shouldn’t judge others, but I did. Since fairies had gone from “them” to “us.” I’d run across some family trees in the library, so as soon as I found an opportunity to slip away, I headed for that bastion of history where I hoped Ciara would be able to help me find information.

She wasn’t at her desk when I arrived, so I started my search on my own, recalling that I’d located the family lines in way back in the stacks when I’d been killing time one afternoon. And sure enough, there they were, row upon row of leather-bound books with family names in elaborate scrollwork on the spines. It occurred to me that perhaps every student in the school might be able to learn all about their ancestors here. That was if they hadn’t memorized them already back to the time when Noah was interviewing animal couples for the voyage. And knowing my classmates—and the instructors—it seemed likely they had.

The books weren’t in alphabetical order, and there were a lot of them, but I didn’t mind.

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