A Rebel

"For the last time Lyanna, I don't want to ever see you near this boundary! We don't go into the territory of the werewolves!"

My father screams at me as he picks me up from the ground I've fallen from trying to climb over the wall.

I snort when he effortlessly lifts me from the ground.

"Look, you've sprained your ankle!" He huffs carrying me over to the bench that rests within our yard.

"Ugh, father, it's nothing so serious. I just wanted to retrieve my tennis ball."

"I'll get you a new one," he makes me sit while he towers over me.

My father is an oddly tall fae, if not that tallest among all other faes. He stands at six feet foot seven, with broad shoulders, a solid chest, and well-defined features. Of course, there's no way I'd actually describe my father's features!

To think he even looks like that at a hundred and fifty years old!

I blink at him in disbelief, "No way! I love that tennis ball!" I whine, drawing my lips out in a pout.

"Still I don't want you crossing over that fence. You can see how largely it's built, it's no joke Lyanna, we just can't see eye to eye."

"I know that," I palm my face, "I wasn't born yesterday," I roll my eyes really hard.

"Then you should know all of this Lyanna, there's no way you're crossing that wall. Never."

"Maybe I could just fly over it," I mumble.

"Lyanna!" He calls sternly.

I shrug, "Or I could dissemble it, take my ball, then reassemble it?" I blink at the end of my words which serves as punctuation for him to reconsider his words.

My father has definitely had enough of me, so he just stand there with a hand on his head, tired.

"I will not repeat myself Lyanna, I don't want to see you close to that wall alright?"

"Whatever," I murmur, a frown knitted on my brows while I just cross my arms over my chest.

A small smile lights up his face.

Who exactly is he smiling at?

A grimace rests on my face.

"Be a good girl now," he ruffles my hair, "And don't go too close to the wall!"

With that, he walks back to join the gathering at the trees.

It's a yearly festival called the Luminara, which celebrates light and the Fae ancestry, which is partly believed to be associated with light.

Thier belief anyway.

My father being the second in command to the Fae King has to be in attendance, and of course, you guessed right, he forced me to be here, all because he wants me to meet the annoying son of the Fae King, Kai.

My nose twitches as the thoughts of Kai cross my mind. He is such an odd, irritating, dumb piece of creature who is not fit to be called a Fae.

Thank goodness he's the last son of his father, this Kingdom would have suffered his games of foolishness.

"Lyanna," a girly voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

I look down to see my little sister, Nyelle.

"What's the matter?" I force a smile on my face.

"Father wants you to be at the gathering already, the Fae king's son would be ready to meet you soon."

I bite the back of my mouth to suppress any foul words that would likely come out of my mouth.

"Thank you candy, I'll be there in a jiffy," I pat her head, before she runs off.

Dumb Kai.

"Oh well, let me retrieve my tennis ball first," I walk back to the wall again.

I look over my shoulder to see if anyone is looking in my direction. Fortunately for me, they are all soaked up in the heat of the celebration, so no one is actually noticing me.

"Brace yourself, princess," I focus on the wall before me.

Climbing is not an option, it would attract attention, so the only option left is, magic.

I close my eyes to focus on my magic inside of me, also racking my head for the spell.

"Per radicem et alam, per stellam et flammam,

Ostende viam, solve vinculum.

Fiat murus velum, fiat velum aura

In silentio nunc, claustrum refringe."

A small shimmery passage my size opens up in the wall. Quickly without thinking, I immediately run through the wall. As soon as I cross over, the wall closes behind me.

"Ah fuck it," I curse as I can't immediately find my tennis ball.

The werewolf territory is dry, and all dark, unlike our kingdom that always beams with light, and it smells of fur and blood.

Now it has begun to scare me.

"Oh no," beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead, my eyes roaming the area I think it should have fallen within.

"Come on," I take little steps to and fro my range, trying so hard not to walk too far into their territory.

I can't find it.

'Turn back Lyanna, turn back! Leave that ball behind!'

My subconscious screams at me, but my stubborn head refuses to listen.

"Just a few minutes more," I scan with my eyes with a sense of urgency.

Crack!

I hear a twig snap.

Someone's coming!

Without thinking twice, I run into a nearby bush, plunging my myself into it.

"Lucien can you smell something? It's as if a stranger is within our territory," a female voice asks whoever the fuck Lucien is.

"Yes, and it appears that stranger isn't even a wolf," a voice wrapped in velvet, and silk replies.

My heart begins to drum against my rib cage. My face is now all sloppy, my hands are trembling like a leaf.

A whimper escapes my lips, and I immediately place my hand over my mouth.

Oh goodness! I'm finished!

"Did you hear that, Lucien?"

"What?"

"I'm sure I heard somebody whimper."

"Forget about it Jasmine, you should head back."

"But Luci.."

"Go!"

Whoever the Lucien is, he sounds scary as hell.

I hear nimble footsteps towards an opposite direction.

"Are they gone?" I whisper, my eyes trying to look through the tiny partings in the bushes, but I can't.

Then silence. Loud silence falls over the place.

Phew, he's gone.

I wriggle out of the bushes happily, my heart racing from after panic.

I'm already halfway out of the bush only to see a heavy pair of boots.

My heart stops, my blood runs cold, my skin turns pale, while my eyes fall out of their sockets.

"And you are?" That same silky voice speaks.

Lyanna, you're doomed!