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Jacob’s life was over now, he knew that Prince Tidas would kill him for sure. Attempting to kidnap Skye gave him that right and authority. And it’s what Jacob would’ve done to someone trying to take what was his. He’d decided he would kill Skye before he met his end.. The prince may take his life, but he would take what Tidas cared for most with him.

Revenge gleaming in his eyes, Jacob took another step, but was suddenly surrounded. With a scowl on her face, Maevis had lifted her hand. She’d encircled him with giant stones that had jagged little points protruding in every direction. She threatened the bastard, saying; “Make a move: I dare you! I’ll mash you up into an unrecognizable pulp! No one will be able to tell that ye were once a human!”

Jacob was like a rabid dog. He scratched and howled in his rage; not hearing Maevis’ warning. He tried to climb up the walls, cutting into his own flesh multiple times. Maevis made the walls higher and spikier, but it made no difference. Jacob had ripped off his overcoat, and threw it over one of the jagged tops. The stones protruded unevenly, limiting his options. In desperation, he allowed his back to be shredded to gain a foothold on the side of one of the boulder-sized rocks.

Jacob pushed himself up, then turned; grabbing another shorter peak. It’d torn up his hand, but allowed him to grab his coat with his other. He pulled himself up, then over the peaks. Landing on his arm and side with a loud thud.

Maevis lifted her other hand to drive spikes through him, but a sharp pain shot up her side. Her rib area was extremely tender. The sudden jerk combined with the muscles she was already using to fly had made her almost fall out of the air. She struggled against the pain for a moment, losing focus on her enemy.

While the old fairy struggled to maintain her flight, Jacob had slipped his boot off. He sat up on his knees, steadied his aim, then threw it. Maevis looked up just in time to see the object as it struck her. Knocking her out of the air, and onto the bed. The boot had landed on the floor next to Felicia’s feet.

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Skye had been staring silently at the blood that began to pool around the dagger. Her mind reeled as the thud of the dagger hitting Felicia replayed over and over again in her head. Even as Maevis had battled on, all the lass could hear was the ‘thud’ sound getting louder and louder in time with her heartbeat.

A massive surge of magic instantly built up within Skye as she’d begun to lose herself to her emotions. Hate, sadness, fear for Felicia’s life; it’d all built up on top of each other. Tears threaten to spill from her eyes as Skye’s feelings overwhelmed her, feeding her magic even more.

Jacob began to quickly walk towards Skye, but she was ready for him. She’d gently set Felicia on the ground, and stood up. When he was about two feet from her, he’d extended his hand to grab her. Skye thrust her left arm up; using her Earth magic to send Jacob flying threw her large bedroom window. She’d raised the floor up at an angle; using the marble slab he was standing on like a spring board.

Skye’s scream and the glass window shattering had been loud. Three guards filed into Skye’s room from her closet doorway. They stood awestruck as the young lady they had served walked towards the broken window. She’d bent her elbow on her left arm to bring it even with her upper chest. With a swipe of her arm: the section of wall that’d held the window collapsed outward. It had landed on Jacob, who was in too much pain to move.

Skye slowly flicked her wrist left and right; removing the chunks of rock, marble, and glass from him as she approached. Jacob looked up at Skye with murder in his eyes. He was quite surprised to see the sentiment reflected in hers. A cold chill ran up his back as the realization hit him: ‘It had been Skye all along!’

“I thought ye were a Shaman-ye said ye were a Shaman! How can ye use Earth magic?!” Jacob screamed at Skye as every step she took brought her closer to him.

Jacob was literally crawling backwards as he looked up at her. Real, unfettered fear covered his every aspect. It was made worse when he saw a giant ball of water forming in the air above him. A thin stream connected to it from the bathroom. The guards had all but shrieked when the stream started to randomly float past them. Another stream connected to it by the nearby loch.

Jacob was begging for mercy, which only infuriated Skye more. She looked down at him with disgust mixed in with her anger. The fact that he could beg so easily for something he’d never offer another was sickening to her.

Skye channeled a wee bit of magic through her feet to make some large rocks pop up behind Jacob. His crawling away from her was pitiful to watch, and she didn’t want him to go too far. He’d whimpered when he’d felt the cold rocks against his bloodied backside. He looked behind Skye and screamed, “Aren’t ye gonna stop her?! She’s gonna kill me!”

Before anyone could speak, Skye yelled: “How many women Begged You for mercy?! How many did ye beat and rape before tossin’ them to the roadside like garbage?! Left for dead! Like ye tried to do to Felicia?! How many children have ye ripped from their homes and families just so you could make a profit?! No decent person Would Stop me from killin’ you! Ye don’t Deserve a life when you’ve taken so many!”

Jacob tried to crawl away, but it was too late. Skye slammed the ball of water down on top of him. It swirled and twisted as it pulled him; causing him to lose his grip on the ground. The currents Skye’d created kept her target confused and centered; so long as there’s only one. The more targets, the harder the sphere’s currents became to control.

Tidas, Lucas, and Lidia all stood in the newly created hole in the wall; watching Skye wield her magic. Peggy was tending to the injured Felicia, who was surprisingly still alive. The dagger had missed her heart and main arteries, but she was still bleeding out. Maevis was just becoming conscious again, but she could sense Skye’s magic. It was still growing, even with her expending so much at once.

Maevis wasn’t sure how she was going to do it, but she needed to get Skye to calm down. Before she went out of control, like she almost did in the forest. The old Fae fluttered over to Tidas and told him what needed to be done. The prince was shocked to see Skye in the act of killing a man, but snapped back quickly at Maevis’ words.

Tidas knew of the Nomads she’d killed, but hadn’t actually seen the deed done himself; except the first one. But even then, he’d barely glanced at the wound before he’d grabbed Skye and took off. Petrie’s description was an exact match to what he was seeing Skye do now.

Jacob swirled about. Every time he got close to the edge, Skye would flip him about. Disorientating him and causing him to panic even more. Primal fear covered every aspect of his moments and thought, which made Skye feel nothing towards him..

She watched her and Felicia’s boogie man fight less and less against her currents. It wasn’t until Tidas had put his hand on her shoulder that she’d realized that there were more people now. Guards and servants began to gather in Skye’s room; spilling out through the hole in the wall. Even a few curious wedding guests were looking out widows. That was when she’d noticed her parents at the front of the group outside. Skye looked at their faces and felt a surge of pain in her heart. The expressions they held were that of heartbreak.

Jacob was barely alive when Skye had released the bubble. He fell to the ground with a soggy flop as he coughed up a gallon of loch and used bath water. Tidas’ guards had accompanied him to check if Skye was alright. He’d thought that the shaking earlier had been a small, natural quake. Tidas motioned to his men to grab the shackles that the Moonstone guards had brought. They did, then swiftly cuffed Jacob before dragging him away to be questioned.

Skye was still looking at her parents when Tidas had asked what had happened. Hearing the question, Lucas and Lidia shared a strange look before locking hands, then walked towards their daughter. She hadn’t wanted them to find out about her magic until after she’d married Tidas. Now there was nothing she could but tell them..

Before Skye could say anything, a commotion could be heard coming from inside her room. Peggy poked her head out from the crowd with panic on her face. She looked about a moment until her eyes landed on Skye. She huffed from her efforts to get through the horde of gawkers, then broke through the rest of the way. She stepped forward a bit more to yell clearly: “Felicia still be alive, but not for much longer, me lady!”

Without hesitation, Skye picked up her skirts and took off. She went over to the hole in the wall and waded through the mass of people in her room. It wasn’t difficult due to Peggy threatening bodily harm to anyone who got in her lady’s way. She could hear the servants and guards whispering about her and her magic, but she didn’t care at the moment: Felicia’s life was what mattered.

As Skye reached the lass, she immediately placed her hand on Felicia’s forehead. Her skin was cold, and her breathing was ragged and shallow. Skye then pulled the dagger out from her chest as smoothly as she could. Causing many of the women servants to gasp and yelp.

Tidas, Maevis, Lidia, and Lucas had all followed behind Skye without a word. While her parents were confused, Tidas knew exactly what his future wife was doing. He wasn’t happy everyone was finding out about her powers, but an innocent life hung in the balance. He knew Skye wouldn’t let the poor girl die, even though a dark part of him wished she would. ‘At least then no one would know she had three traits..’ Tidas shook the dark thought from his mind as he focused on the scene before him.

The two guards that had witnessed her using her Earth and Water magics were talking about it to any and all who would listen to them. Tidas cursed the fact that he hadn’t of had time to talk to them. Two elemental traits in one person had never been heard of. It wouldn’t be long before word got back to his father about Skye. ‘Then how can I protect her from them?!’

Skye had been focusing on her Shaman trait as everyone stood by, questioning what was happening. Some were openly asking why a doctor wasn’t being called for. Some were asking why they never knew that their young lady had magic. But all went deathly silent as Skye’s hand began to glow.

The blood that had pooled began to retreat. As soon as it all returned, the wound healed quickly. All the bruises and lacerations that had covered her body disappeared as if they were never there. Felicia’s color improved greatly, and her breathing became even and steady.

When Skye was satisfied that her job was done, she quit her magic and turned to look at her loved ones. They all silently stared at her, making her feel uncomfortable. Maevis broke the tension by laughing out loud and saying: “Well... Guess the Fae’s out the bag now...”