this underground city. He never leaves; he thinks humans are inferior and powerless.
‘But, you have also seen Jack, he mixes among mortals easily when he is glamoured. He is so easy to get along with too. He often is sent on errands into the human world, since he can remain within the iron of the city. He can stay in the city for longer periods of time, compared to others of our kind. We do try to keep any incidents to a minimum; Jack has a stellar track record. I on the other hand do not get out much and I am most sensitive to iron sickness, if I tread through the cities for too long. Most faeries have this issue, though” She then turned her gaze to everyone at the table, some were partly listening and some had not noticed the intense subject.
“I know that you need to understand what and who everyone is. These are your guardians; and you must have complete trust in them. Even if that means their true identity is to be revealed to you. Let’s see,” She waved her hand towards Braelynn, seated on the other side of her. “You already know that Braelynn is a great sorceress, she needs no glamour, all witches and warlocks look quite human. Then there is Than, he glamours his pointy nose and pointy ears to blend with humans of the orient. He is a skilled hunter and warrior, excellent with knives. He has lived in Aturine all his life.” As she said this, Than nodded towards Shade, melting his glamour away with a quiver. Shade held in her breath in surprise, and stared at a more beautiful version of Than. He now had pointy ears, larger eyes, and thinner nose. He seemed the same yet slightly different.
Shade listened intently trying to process of the new and valuable information.
The oracle continued on in one fluent breath. “Sary is a warrior princess, she is human but immortal. She is set to be queen of the immortal Vyn people of the south when her mother passes the crown to her. She is very strong and powerful and a most efficient archer, though she prefers to work in the medical arts in the meantime.” The Princess nodded towards Shade and then continued to eat. “Stephen is a full faery, he glamours himself to look less attractive, his appearance also would be unnatural to humans, he is an expert at tracking. He can find almost anything and anyone, anywhere.” She smiled at Stephen who also bowed his head while melting his glamour away.
This Stephen was stunning; he would definitely stand out in a crowd. He kept his brown hair short but his strong beautiful eyes glowed grey/white and sharp swirling Celtic type tattoos framed one side of his face in brilliant blue. He had a scar that ran down the other side of his neck that he had probably earned in battle. Shade hoped she wouldn’t have to engage in any type of fighting on the journey she was about to begin.
“And Rylan, well, he is quite extraordinary. He is part Teleen, like Jack, but he has a skill for shape shifting, and can be almost anyone you can think of. There are not too many of his kind left. We don’t know what else he is; he came to us as a young child, lost in the forest. But, he is loyal and handy in a pinch.”
“Who’s Rylan, Ilarial? I don’t remember him being introduced.” Shade’s eyes landed on the handsome man sitting next to Jack, who was studying her intensely. She couldn’t recall his name. His long, golden-brown hair loosely framed his face nicely and his brown eyes gleamed at her. This was the man who had winked at her across the table earlier. Shade felt her cheeks flush at the thought and stared at her plate.
“People call me Soap, my lady,” he said. “But my real name is Rylan. Nasty little nickname I caught when they first found me, dirty as an alley cat. I think my fascination with soap sealed the deal. I don’t believe I ever had a bath before that day. I was about six years old when our dear Ilarial found me wandering the nearby woods I don’t remember much before that. I have been thankful for her and my