Many years ago, darkness tore apart the worlds. They called it the Great War, for it was massive and involved all the realms of all the worlds save one. Enemies on either side grew their armies for battle with heavy casualties. New allies formed out of this bloodshed while old ones crumbled.
The world of the Faye changed forever as their king descended into madness. His name was Julian. He once was a loving ruler, but those times were long gone. The pages written of him now are full of rage, blood, and hatred. Hatred for his children who grew to love others and revolt against him and his rule. Hatred for his wife, who fled with his children and hatred for all the realms that were not under his rule. Julian needed his children because they were powerful. Each one controlling one of the four elements: wind, water, earth, and fire. Even though his children hate what he has become, they remember the good in him and are perhaps the only ones besides their mother who does.
Marius, the leader of the vampires and Jonathan, the ruler of the Shadow Realm, fought alongside Julian, but they did not trust him. Each of these three men were scheming against each other as they all wanted to come out the victor.
Jonathan had many plans and plots forming in his head, but they all revolved around Maeve. Maeve was a fairy, but she lived in a quiet world. The one world that was protected from the Great War. Jonathan didn’t care what Julian or Marius did as long as it didn’t interfere with his plan but interfere is what they do best. Jonathan had great plans for Maeve and her family, but he knew little of her connections to Julian’s family.
The Great War might be over, but another one looms in the distance, and it all begins with a lonely mother named Maeve.
Maeve is the first book in a series. I am currently writing the 4th book! I can’t wait! I am so excited!
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When I woke, I found myself in a place void of light. The darkness was overwhelming. I could sense it deep marrow of my bones in the depths of my soul. There was no love, no hope just complete darkness.
I tried to move, but I felt as if something was holding me keeping me from moving. My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the lack of light. If they had, I might have seen him approaching me. Shadows were everywhere. I didn’t know if I could speak out of fear of the unknown. What was he I thought? I thought I had seen the Shadow smile if that were possible.
“Who are you? Where am I?” I couldn’t believe I could speak even though my voice must have sound weak and feeble to him.
“I am The Shadow King, the Lord of The Shadow Realm and you are my slave.” he laughed. “You can’t even stand up, but that will change. You will become a ferocious warrior. I brought you here to give you a chance, a chance to be great and the only thing you can do is grieve and whimper. Don’t you want this chance? A chance to return to your loved ones. You miss them don’t you?”
He answered without giving me a chance to reply.
“You miss them because of your mortal heart, but you do not know or realize how much darkness is in your heart. You will make a great slave.” He smiles as he knew his plan was coming together. By using Maeve’s own grandson against her. Soon she will be as dark as me.
“But how will I get back to my loved ones, if I am your slave!” Each time I closed my eyes I saw her, my fairy. Maurelle was in pain. I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t lose them. Where were my kids? What happened to them? “I will not lose her! I will not lose them” My mind drifted to the first time I saw her. How her wings glistened in the sunlight. She has been my light in my darkest of days but something tells me my darkest days are yet to come.