Vow Unbroken: Faerie Tales 3 by T.J. Deschamps

Author:T.J. Deschamps [Deschamps, T.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T.J. Deschamps
Published: 2021-05-27T22:00:00+00:00

Aoife

The once revelers screamed. Some dispersed, fleeing for their lives. Others stood, frozen in terror, as the bloody horror that was the cottars’ son moved preternaturally fast, sweeping past them. Aoife wanted to turn into her kelpie form but feared trampling the humans.

Instead of fleeing she marched toward the aberration. A water sword drawn from the nearby lake, forming in her hand. She turned the blade into ice and thrust the sword where the dagger had taken the poor lad’s life.

The strike would take down a mortal man and many less powerful of fair folk, but the undead thing only laughed, grabbing Aoife by the throat. She fought the thing, but to no avail. Her thoughts clouded with lack of air.

With the crowd clear of the scene, Aoife transformed into a kelpie. It brought on more terrified screams from the onlookers, or at least she thought it did. Swirling shadows caught her legs, preventing her from running. The shadows were so cold they burned. She swiveled her head left and right, looking for escape. Then her gaze focused on her enemy.

The once-human creature cocked its head, curious. In a deep, echoing voice that chilled Aoife to her very soul, the thing spoke, “Ru froft cum cha—” The creature paused as a blade appeared through its throat, and then it swiveled toward its attacker.

Roi’s eyes blazed with anger as he strode in their direction, speaking in what sounded like the same tongue. He withdrew the blade and returned it to his hand with a flick of his wrist.

The once-boy and sorcerer king faced each other, speaking in the tongue that made every one of Aoife’s hackles raise. The power of the language was ancient and terrible, not of this realm or any faerie.

The priestess remained behind the altar, watching with extreme interest.

Aoife narrowed her eyes. Did the old woman order the monster to attack her?

Finally, the argument between the monster and Roi ended. The creature turned its gaze to Aoife once more. Hunger filled the once-boy’s eyes. The thing wanted her, but she doubted it was carnal pleasure it sought. It stared for an uncomfortably long time before Roi said something with icy threat in his tone. The abomination marched off into the night.

Released from the shadowy clutches of the monster’s power, Aoife turned to run. She would leave this world and go to her uncle…or her father. Surely, Mannan mac Lir didn’t know that Cu Roi mac Daire had summoned strange gods and had some sort of pact with them. All the fae should know, and…

“Wait,” Roi exclaimed, desperation filled his voice. “It’ll hunt and kill ye if ye leave me.”

Aoife wavered, not knowing if this was a ruse to keep her in place. She was tired of this prison and would risk her life just as Bláthnat had.

“They’ll do worse than that, your highness,” the old priestess said in a papery voice. “The Fomorian wanted to absorb ye into its darkness, gaining your power yet taking control of yer body.

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