Page 2 of Bonded By Moons

After drinking the essence of the stars, I was finally `blessed with the powers of earth and water elements. I also was gifted with the talent of empathy. Brooks, Amara, and I instantly connected. Becoming fast friends along the journey to Astrelle University, it was comforting to know I’d have people to help me get through the grueling standards at university.

It’s a six year program to learn and master your newly found magical skills. All fae are required to attend university in order to legally practice magic in Faerelle, directly after their rising ceremony.

We were chatting in line waiting for our room assignments after arriving at the main hall, when a messenger sprite flew straight through the crowd of teenage fae. He awkwardly escorted me to a private room away from the freshman, and told me my parents had been murdered that night.

I remember feeling the air leave my body. I felt my knees fall to the ground, a shattering pain igniting in my limbs.

I wept.

Endlessly.

That was the day I was orphaned for the second time.

My parents were actually my adoptive parents, and they’ve had me since close to birth. I have no memory or history of my real parents. Amber and Rollins Amethyst had told me I was left on their doorstep as an infant, with a message that said: “When the path seems unclear, she can always find hope in the moons. Keep our Ember burning.”

The night the news found me, I had never felt that level of pain before. My heart split in two. Torn and shattered, replaced by an empty void. I lost a part of myself that day. I almost delayed enrollment in classes because of my grief, but I decided I needed to keep moving or I’d never get back up.

Thankfully, Brooks and Amara looked after me and they became my second family. We've been inseparable ever since.

In regards to my adoptive parents, Amber and Rollins Amethyst were traveling to the mystic woods because it was their anniversary. They always loved to spend it under the stars. They were madly in love with each other. Maybe if they weren’t so starstruck, they coild have been alive to see their daughter finally access her magic.

One can only dream, right? I’m a bitter bitch.

That night, they valued one another more than me. They couldn’t resist the pull of their mate bond that night. In Fae culture, it’s widely accepted to love your mate viciously, but I’m still resentful and angry at them. Considering my parents got nothing but cold lonely graves for their love, who would want that?

Definitely not me, I’m doing just fine by myself.

Moon bound mates and true love can fuck right off. I’m terrified of losing more people that are close to me, so I keep my heart to myself. Amara and Brooks are the only people that managed to slither into my cold heart.

Now, I'm twenty-one years old and I don't need anyone to hold me down from accomplishing my goals with my local crystal and elixir business: Amara’s Sparkles. Amara’s Sparkles supplies local faeries and larger guilds with crystals, elixirs, and charms. It was also named after my best friend Amara, if you didn’t guess that already.

I woke up pissed off and everything that happened today just fueled my fire.

Now, my two annoying best friends won't even let me drown my sorrow in a bath and pass out with my favorite rose flavored wine.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

I yelp, completely caught off guard while looking over my new twenty-one year old complexion.

I’m a pink monochromatic faerie. Meaning, everything in my fae form is some shade of pink from head to toe. In my human form, I have fuchsia eyes and baby pink hair. Subtle mauve freckles fleck my nose and cheeks, while my full lips resemble a rose color. My fair skin glistens like I’ve been covered in soft layers of faerie dust.

At least my birth parents gave me some good traits I can admire, besides all the trauma from abandonment. Clearly I was their biggest mistake, since they left me on a stranger's doorstep to be dealt with.

“Brooks, can I call you back? Someone’s banging on my door.” I’m exasperated and wave my hand to close my communications orb, when I hear Brooks yelling from the other side.

“Yeah! It’s me, duhhh!” He shouts.

I snag the handle and swing the door open, giving him the worst kind of glare. Before me stands my two best friends in the entire world on one of the worst days of the year.

These bitches.

“Oh, what a surprise. Do you mind telling me why you thought this was a good idea after I so sweetly declined?” I bat my eyelashes sarcastically and level them both with glare. I cross my arms and impatiently wait for their excuse.

“Oh, that just won’t do,” Amara says too cheerily while appearing from behind Brooks’s shadow. They live together so of course she’s here with him too. They aren’t mated, but they seem very in love and are waiting for the moons to summon their bond. We haven’t quite figured out why their bond hasn’t snapped into place yet, but they seem pretty patient.

They both shove past me and barge into my loft, without permission of course. They have no boundaries and most of the time I’m fine with it, but today they’re really pushing it.

Amara is covered in lilac glitter and a lilac skin tight dress to match. Her pastel rainbow highlights shine through her white hair as she catches moonlight through the windows of my loft. She tied a silver and gold star chain around her waist and styled her hair into a high ponytail.

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