Fairy Unbroken

By Anna Keraleigh

What happens when the human-hater finds his human mate?

When Keyn was a boy, he fell from the sky. Cruel human men found him and the child within ceased to exist. Now he lives for battle. His sole purpose in life is to protect the King and Queen from threats, but he has a secret. Every night when memories plague him, he wakes and flies to her. His mate. Found long ago and one he does not want to claim.

Trillian has enough on her plate with a dying brother. When creatures attack, she’s thrust in a mythical world turned real and confronted with attempts on her life. She wants nothing to do with the fairy kingdom until her brother takes a turn for the worst and a little fairy help may just save his life.

Can Keyn get past his hatred and let Trillian heal his broken soul?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jan 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771302524

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Copyright© 2013 Anna Keraleigh

ISBN: 978-1-77130-252-4

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Cheryl Harper

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For the broken.

FAIRY UNBROKEN

A Fairy Novel, 3

Anna Keraleigh

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

It was night. The stars lit up the dark sky like fireballs hovering in space. The air was scented with a fresh ocean breeze that Keyn knew all too well. It was a dream, the images before him memories. Ones he did not want to relive. He was a child then. Nearly fourteen years old, he was also a fairy, born to Leetha and Perrimen of the fairy kingdom. He was too friendly for their species, happy despite the aging of his parents. They weren’t long for this world and it was evident on their faces. Still, he woke every day with a hopeful heart, took in everything he could, learning all his parents wished him to know.

That all changed on that one beautiful night Keyn fell from the sky.

His red and black wings were not yet ready to support him so long and he had spent most of the day playing with a human child by the name of Abigail. As the sun began to set, he lifted off the ground and headed for home. Keyn flew over the green hills of Ireland and a small cluster of treetops. That hint of the nearby ocean filled his lungs. He rushed, maybe too fast. He didn’t want his parents to catch him playing with the forbidden humans again. Perhaps it was the sudden gust of wind that knocked him off course or simple fatigue but an ache began in his back. It was a cramp of muscle that spread like wildfire in a drought. Keyn’s eyes widened, and his fists clenched then opened as he struggled to fly. It was useless. He was not yet strong enough.

Keyn fell from the sky.

His lungs gasped that salty air and he held the scream as the treetops rushed at him. Branches scratched his bare skin, the loincloth doing nothing to protect his delicate skin from their rough edges. He did have the sense to tuck his wings together to keep them from being torn asunder. Without them to slow his descent, he landed with a sharp thud. Air rushed from his lungs and aches began all over his small body. He could hardly breathe his chest hurt so and the darkness made his heart race in fear. He stared at the stars he admired with a fading consciousness.

It wasn’t long before he heard them. Those voices that would forever haunt him. Male humans, their steps heavy and their accent distinctly not Irish. They came from the darkness like angels, wishful thinking in his state of pain. Those men came from hell, demons, the devil’s minions, but he hadn’t known that then. If he could relive that day, he’d pull himself together and drag his battered body under a nearby bush. He didn’t know to stay quiet.

Keyn called out for help.

His lips opened and, with his not yet matured voice, he begged for help. Three men surrounded him, speaking kind words and reassurances until they saw his wings. At first, they were scared then it didn’t matter what species he was. The men discovered that after the fact. As a boy, he couldn’t understand why these human men were bringing him to a bright part of their camp beside a roaring fire. Why did they use their weapons to cut away his loincloth? The cold blade on his skin made him shiver and they seemed to like that. It made no sense. He didn’t understand until they used that shiny blade to tear into him. With one downward plunge, the blade sliced through his delicate wings and pinned him to the ground. They did the same to the other side and he cried out. He remembered screaming for help, asking them why.

It was only minutes later that they began to touch him and Keyn the boy ceased to exist.

He floated away, too scared to remain, and in his wake was a vacant shell. Those men fouled his body and made him hurt in ways he never knew possible. They pulled the blades free and proceeded to hack off his beautiful wings. Maybe they thought it would kill him.

He almost wished it had.

Keyn was there again. Though he knew it was a dream, he could smell the ocean, feel those dirty human hands lowering to his cock. He bolted upright in bed. Sweat dripped down his back and his forehead. His lungs were burning and it took a full minute for him to remember how to breathe. Gasps echoed in the silent chamber he called home. Keyn’s hands gripped the material beneath him as he came from the nightmare world.

The dreams were back.

For almost a year, he had not woken to those horrible, shameful memories. Keyn spread his wings and clenched his teeth. A single tear slipped down his clammy flesh, and where there was one, more appeared. They fell silently as he rushed from the bed. He hurried from the house. His door swung wide as he took to the sky and shot straight toward those burning stars. The tears dried in the wind. He didn’t want to admit where he was going, but whenever the memories plagued him, he’d rush toward her, the stranger whose eyes seemed to see through his hard shell and into his broken soul.

The sun began to rise. Small rays lit the horizon as he landed beside her house. It was a small home with a view out to the water and a yard crammed with decorative flowers. A white fence separated her from the hills and surrounding cluster of trees. He hid behind the nearest tree, took a deep breath, and glanced around. His heart skipped a beat. It did every time he looked upon her. She was pure enchantment. Her hair was the color of gold nuggets beneath a rushing river, not blond like the sun but not brown like the land. Her body made his shameful manhood rise and his soul yearned to see what color her eyes were.

She was standing in the yard, her clothes splattered with various colors of paint and a canvas before her. She was focused on each stroke of the brush. Unaware of the man, the fairy, that observed her. He couldn’t stop watching. The way her hips swayed when she stepped back to survey the painting. She had these plastic things over her ears, and from this distance he heard the rumble of music. Her body swerved with the soft beat of drums, and after a small smile crept onto her lips, she returned to the painting.

This was his mate.

There was no doubt. She always calmed the beast within him and he didn’t even know the color of her eyes. Then again, he didn’t want to know. She was still a human. Keyn landed on his knees. A shiver dashed down his body. How could the Goddess be so cruel? He both hated and loved her. It was tearing apart his soul. He fumbled with his loincloth, shoved it aside so his straining cock could breathe. It pulsed, blood rushed from every part of his body to surge through the thing. Shame ate at his mood but lust conquered all. He reached down and grabbed his massive erection. His breath came in gulps as his fingers worked the appendage. Up and