Warning: This will contain sex between two males but not until later chapters. If you don’t like it don’t read it. Also, fair warning, this story is incomplete but I will be trying to update once a week. Thank you.

The High Kingdom: A Faerie Destiny

The Prologue

There was once upon a time a young man who lived in a quiet town, with a quiet life and in a quiet home. The young man knew his life was not the adventure he had once hoped for but he lived on quietly wadding through. Everything about him was ordinary and plain, that much was for certain. Except perhaps that he had been orphaned very young and enjoyed racing through his small town on his motorbike. One day as the young man was walking to work he was stopped suddenly by the oddest feeling. The feeling spread from the tips of his ears down to the nails of his toes, spreading fast and tingling along the way. He glanced around him at his fellow walkers, knowing that someone was watching him, if not following him. He saw no one and blamed it on his paranoia. He continued to walk, this time with his eyes wide and watchful.

The young man picked up his pace, knowing that his time was running short. He was going to be late for work. He shook the feeling again from his body as he entered a large room with many books gracing its walls and lifted his hand in greeting at a young woman. He followed the shelves to the back of the room and entered another, smaller room. A large man, with a portly belly watched him through his wire spectacles.

“You’re late.” The portly man said, voice and tone sounding his discontent. The young man shrugged eyes averted.

“I know.” He said.

“You should not be late again.” The portly man said.

“I know.” Was the young man’s quiet reply.

“You should always be on time, ready.” The man walked closer to the young man, a peculiar expression on his ruby face.

“I know.” The young man said, his eyes briefly closing.

“You may be a good worker but it means nothing if you are late.” The young man said nothing only waited.

“You should start working.” The portly man jerked his head towards the back room and the young man sped off with a sigh of relief.

As the young man worked that peculiar feeling entered his bones again. This time he called out, not exactly knowing why.

“Who’s there?” He paused and started again. “This is ridiculous, tell me who is watching!” He wanted to shout but the quiet room kept him from even raising his too much. The portly man would venture into the larger book filled room if he shouted too much.

“It is I.” the voice came unexpectedly and the young man fell backwards, books tumbling across his shaken figure. He looked widely around for the source of the voice, but could see no one.

“Who are you? Where are you?” Panic forced the young man’s voice to tremble.

“I am here.” Again the young man looked around but still seen nothing but the musky old books and dusty shelves. He pushed himself off the floor, wobbly knees making his gesture that much more difficult.

“I am no fool.” The young man said, voice firm, now. “I wish to know who is here.” If he had been thinking straight he would not have said a word, voices out of the invisible were nothing he wanted to do with. He liked his ordinary plain life, but another part of him eagerly pushed him foreword ignoring his normally rational mind.

“You are no fool.” The voice echoed through the shelves and the young man wished he could shush the speaker, he really did not wish to incur the wrath of the portly man. “I am here.” The voice was quiet only for a moment. “I have business to attend, if you wish to see me I will be at the forest edge this dusk.” Then the feeling was gone and the young man was left with a peculiar sensation of loss. He shrugged and began his work, wondering where he would be at the next dusk.

Far away from the young man sat a beautiful woman. The woman glanced at the mirror hanging from the wall but said nothing. The mirror began to swirl with a smoky fog, inside the fog the figure of the young man stood against the book shelves, then quickly shifted to the view of the beautiful woman.

“I have waited a long time.” Said the woman, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders and back, neck arched in a graceful manor.

“Yes, your Highness.” The woman gave the servant her ugliest look, he flinched back when her beauty camouflage was ripped off for a moment and he seen the hag beneath.

“Do not call me that.” Her voice hissed with anger and loathing. “I wish not to be a Royal, nor am I in truth.” The servant said nothing more but lowered his chin to his scrawny chest.

“I have waited a long time for him to come of age. Soon all my waiting will be paid off with tremendous force.” The woman rose from the chair, gliding effortlessly it seemed across the mirrored floors. She stared at the smallest single mirror her eyes glowing strangely.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall.” She squinted at the mirror waiting.

“I am not the grand mirror. We are not in a fairy tale, do not use that phrase in my presence.” A voice echoed through the hall, the servant flinched back but the disguised hag leaned forward eagerly, ignoring the rude tone.

“I know this, I but thought that the phrase would please you, no matter.” Her elegant head titled. “I wish to know where the young man is.” The smoky mirror swirled faster for a few moments.

“I cannot tell you.” She stomped her foot in anger, the servant whimpered and fell back against the walls.

“Why not?” Her voice was low and dangerous.

“Only he who walks within both worlds, unknown by his ancestors and hated by all can ask me of the young man.” The hag lowered her hand, which had been poised to strike.

“And who is the man who walks within both worlds, unknown by his ancestors and hated by all?” The mirror’s smoke swirled again and a small town in the Northern Region appeared.

“This is where he hails from, but that is all I can tell you at this time.” The hag turned abruptly toward her servant.

“You go to the Northern Region and find out who that man is!” The servant, not even knowing how to start his mission stood still.

“But, Madam how will I find out?” He spoke slowly not wanting to upset his mistress.

“Go. Once there you shall use this.” She thrust a small rock into his hand, careful not to touch him at all.

“Yes, madam.” He tucked the stone into his front pocket and scurried off. The hag sat against the high backed chair, her eyes still focused on the young man shown in another mirror. He would be easily taken care of and all her planning and sacrifices would be rewarded.

“I will ruin you, I will win.” She repeated to herself, a mad look caught in her eyes. “I will ruin you. I will win.”