UNEDITED: Please point out the mistakes if you can!

Aubrey was screaming all the way down, until she realised she wasn't falling at all.

One by one, Aubrey opened her eyes and she saw that she was perfectly still, standing casually.

In mid-air.

Michael was standing in front of her with an easy smile. The bridge that they had been standing on a few seconds back, was above them now and twinkling lights of the Faerie city were much closer now.

Because they were standing in mid air.

"I told you to trust me." Michael said smiling,"Pretty neat trick, huh? "

Pretty neat trick? Aubrey thought, he called pushing her off the damn bridge a PRETTY NEAT TRICK?

The bridge above them started shaking violently and-

Cupcake, throwing a temper tantrum that would bring an entire bridge down on a city is hardly fair is it? Declan's voice mused in her head.

Aubrey's rage almost immediately broke and the bridge stopped shaking.

That's more like it. He said.

Well it's not my fault that the asshole decided to throw me off a bridge. She thought angrily.

Then she stopped and stared at the bridge above, Did I do that?

Of course you did. Declan said in her head, When you faced Thorne did you think that there was a mini earthquake just for kicks?

Aubrey was speechless.

He's trying to test your powers, Declan said,He thought you could fly but you clearly can't you looked like a headless chicken all the way till the point Michael caught you.

Jeez thanks, she thought, I was too busy trying not to die.

Declan chuckled, You wouldn't have died. If you haven't realised it yet but it's the pawns who are the most important in this game.

His voice goes silent in her head and Aubrey turned her gaze to Michael who was watching her curiously.

"So you can't fly." Michael murmured,"Good."

"You threw me off a bridge." Aubrey fumed. The bridge didn't shake this time but Aubrey was still plenty mad.

Michael stepped forward and Aubrey flinched away.

"Original or whatever if you know what's good for you, you're going to put me back on solid ground." She threatened.

Michael looked hurt but Aubrey didn't care.

"It was a test Aubrey." He said,"You were not in danger."

Michael stepped closer and grabbed Aubrey's hand and held it up.

"Forgive me." He said and Aubrey's fury instantly melted.

"Okay." She said. Why had she been angry with him in the first place? It was just a silly test, wasn't it? She was never in any danger.

Aubrey didn't realise it until too late but they were rising slowly, above the bridge, into the clouds.

They broke through the cloud bank and the faint moon seemed much closer now, maybe if she just stretched far enough she could touch it.

She looked down and saw that there was nothing but carpets of clouds stretching on for miles and miles.

She felt exhilarated, free and terrified at the same time. But at the back of her mind there was this queasy feeling that something was terribly wrong about this.

"You asked me what you were." He said,"The thing is that we don't know."

Aubrey blinked.

"What?" She asked.

"You saw the tapestries on the wall." He said slowly,"You've noticed that two of them are missing."

Aubrey thought back to the throne room and the tapestries behind the thrones. She remembered seven of them each with an angel except for the throne in the middle and the last one on the right.

"Yes." She said.

"Not much is known about them." He said,"Whatever little we did know was destroyed three hundred years ago during the Unseelie Rebellion. Hundreds of Fae died, our last king and queen were killed."

"You think." She said slowly,"That I'm the Diviner of one of the missing angels?"

Michael stared at her thoughtfully, "We don't know. We do suspect. But what we do know that the Unseelie Court, it's targeting you which means that you are a real threat to them."

"Why would I be?" Aubrey asked,"I'm not the one who can make two people stand in mid air with no effort whatsoever."

"No." Michael said,"You're not. But you're powerful Aubrey. I can feel it. So could the King. Why do you think he asked for a personal audience with you?"

"I don't-"

"And your aunt." He said,"Do you really think that a Fae, an old and powerful one at that would be stationed outside the kingdom just to look after a common Demi-Fae? "

There was a moment of silence and for a second, just that second Aubrey let it all sink in.

"My aunt isn't my real aunt is she?" Aubrey asked.

Michael shook his head a flash of pity in his eyes,"No. She was close to your parents though."

Well she'd been doing a terrible job of protecting me considering the fact that she came home at three in the morning and I almost drowned in a swimming pool and blasted by a vending machine, Aubrey thought.

Interesting though Declan was there both times.

"-voices." Michael was saying. Aubrey quickly shook her thoughts but before she could help herself she blurted out,"What exactly is Declan?"

Michael stopped and his eyes narrowed. The air became significantly colder and it didn't take a lot to guess that Declan and Michael didn't like eachother very much.

"Declan." Michael seemed to struggled even saying his name,"Is a Demi-Fae. But he's not a very powerful one. He doesn't have a lot of magic, he's just stronger and faster than most mortals."

Aubrey wanted to laugh.
Not powerful?

The guy had stopped time and threw her sword welding demon history teacher across a hall and pinned him against the wall two feet above the ground doing nothing but extending his hand.

And if Aubrey's suspicions were right he could reverse time too. Just like he'd done that say when she'd almost drowned.

But then why was he lying about it?
Clearly Michael didn't know about his powers.

"But he's King Oryen son." Aubrey pressed even though she knew better than to push Michael considering that if he wanted to he could always rip the nice little cloud blanket from underneath her and let her fall to her death.

"Yes." Michael pressed his lips tightly,"It's extremely unusual for the child of the Fae and human be a Demi-Fae. Like I had said before, its usually a descendant. But Declan's case.. Well, it's unusual."

"How unusual?"

"It's never happened before." Michael finally said,"Which is what makes him such an object of interest."

Michael spat out the last part clearly forgetting to even hide his animosity for Declan.

"So you're not really cousins?" Aubrey asked.

"No. It's a pretense." Michael said casually but the edge to his voice was clear,"Although Declan lived near the portal, he was unaware of this world till he was thirteen. I on the other hand have been training since I was a little kid. King Oryen himself came and found me and brought me here."

The pride is his tone was not something Aubrey missed.

"Declan's mother died very early on and he used to stay with his step-father in the Vaughn house. When Declan's father disappeared, King Oryen sent me to befriend him. I didn't know about his lineage at that time."

"Declan accidently discovered the portal at that time and activated it which led us to believe that he wasn't a Carrier but a Demi-Fae." Michael said,"After that King Oryen ordered the move and Declan didn't seemed to mind, which led us living in one house."

Michael did not sound too happy about it.

"And your mother?" Aubrey asked remembering the jolly lady she had dinner with just yesterday even though it seemed years ago,"Is she-"

"No." Michael cut her off curtly which told her that this was the end of this discussion,"She's not."

"Why don't you just come and live here?" Aubrey asked.

Something flashed in Michael's eyes that told her that even he didn't know the answer to the question and a thin sheen of frost starting to dampen the tips of her hair that told her better than to continue.

"Tell me more about the Unseelie Fae." Aubrey quickly said. Better to reign in her curiosity than to become a popsicle,"Why do you think they sent Thorne to kill me?"

"An order of their queen I suppose." Michael said visibly relaxing,"She may think you're valuable. Which makes you even more precious to us."

"And this queen she is.." Aubrey asked

"Nobody knows." Michael spat,"She's too well guarded. She wears a cloak at all times. There are rumours of course. Rumours that she can control demons, summon the dead, fight with a deadly blue fire."

"She's that powerful?" Aubrey asked strangely curious, even though they were taking about the evil queen who was after her blood.

"Like I said they are all rumours." Michael said firmly,"According to them she controls multiple elements which is not possible."

"But you control multiple elements." Aubrey said,"Why can't she?"

Michael stopped for a second her question taking him by surprise before saying firmly,"Like I said all rumours. Nobody even knows how she looks. She's guarded by her golden knight and nobody knows how he looks without his golden armour. "

"Seems like nobody knows anything about the Unseelie." Aubrey commented.

"Whatever we had on them was destroyed when they seiged the kingdom. The Book of Videl, the one you mentioned in the throne room. It's got the story of the ancients. What really happened with our gods and how the Fae were created." Michael said,"And it's got the prophecy."

"The prophecy? "Aubrey probed.

"Again something the Seelie Fae lost during the rebellion three hundred years ago." Michael said,"It's about the Originals and their purpose some people seem to speculate. Other people speculate that it's about an upcoming brutal war between heaven and hell but nobody knows."

"The Book of Videl." Michael continued,"Is supposed to have the rituals and the keys to unlock the powers of originals. It holds the key to deciphering the prophecy."

How did the voice in her head, whoever she was know about this book?

"And now that the Unseelie have it-"

"You can see how that can be dangerous." Michael finished her sentence,"Because with that book they hold all the power."

"Is there a way to get it from them?" Aubrey asked.

Michael's eyes were stormy,"Going into the Unseelie Court is not something for the faint hearted. Nobody returns. Besides we don't know where they are. After the rebellion they simply vanished into thin air."

"We still get a few random attacks but they are from stray witch covens and maybe a few different werewolf packs." Michael said,"But not from the Unseelie Court. The Fae, their queen, the golden knight there hasn't been a word about them since then."

"Until now." Michael said.

"Now?" Aubrey asked.

"Until you came." Michael said,"Vampires are more active, the packs of werewolves attack more often and the witch covens are drawing in massive amounts of power. All co-inciding with the date of your arrival."

"The last time we face this sort of activity was over four years ago."

Realisation dawned on Aubrey,"When my parents died."

"Or more specifically when you came to town for the first time." Michael said,"Spade has always been a center of power. It lies on a ley line-"

"Ley line?" Aubrey asked.

"They are imaginary lines across the Earth through which power flows freely. It's those places where the veil in between the Fae world and the mortal world is extremely thin."

"How does it work?" Aubrey asked,"This veil that's separates the two worlds? "

"Think of it as a curtain. If you stretch it far enough you can get a small feel of what's on the other side, but you can never see what's behind the curtain." Michael said,"The Fae, thrive on the ley lines because they are quite literally power lines flowing through the ground, boosting our power. It's also the closest the mortal world can get to the Fae world because on the ley lines the veil is extremely thin and fragile. The boundaries of magic are stretched and it leaks into the mortal world. Where do you think all these rumours of people disappearing and ghosts come from?"

"Spade is on the ley line." Michael said,"And you've probably noticed what terrible phone reception we have up here."

But the crappy out of place phone booth in my backyard receives calls just fine, Aubrey thought quietly.

"Is that why when I come here, to this town the voices in my head get louder?" Aubrey asked.

Michael looked at her curiously. She was under no pretense that he didn't know about her complicated mental history. Declan had known, why shouldn't he?

"Aah the voices." Michael said.

"Do you hear them too?" She asked.

"No." Michael said,"I don't hear them. But it's very interesting that you should. What do they say?"

Aubrey weighed the pros and cons or telling him all of it. In the end she didn't.

Although Michael had done nothing to lose her trust she wasn't particularly eager to give up everything. Sure she wanted answers but something inexplicable told her better not to give them all the answers they need about her.

"I don't know. "She said finally,"There are so many of them that they merge together and I can only piece together bits of a conversation that I don't know the beginning or the end off."

It was true. Well mostly, it had only been today when that strange girl in her head had started speaking giving her specific instructions as to what to do.

And Declan.. well she was still unsure whether she could reveal any of the few very questionable things she knew about him.

"And I see.." Aubrey trailed off trying to find the words for it,"I see people who aren't there."

Michael raised an eyebrow,"Aren't there?"

Aubrey took a deep breath. She wasn't going to tell him about her visions of Declan, no but others..

"Before Thorne visited me." She said,"I saw this girl she was standing behind me sort of terrified and then she vanished. And then again when we entered the palace..."

Aubrey gulped,"It was a different person this time she was a girl too and the glass floor shattered beneath her."

"That's interesting." Michael said,"Very interesting. Your powers aren't something I've learned about in my studies but we could work on it."

"Work on it?" Aubrey asked.

Michael looked excited now,"Yes, I could help you. We could train you to control your powers."

"In exchange for what?" She asked.

Michael stopped,"There is a war on the way Aubrey. The Unseelie may have vanished but they are bidding their time and they will attack. You're going to have to pick a side too and this is your opportunity to pick the right one."

The right one?
Was this the right one?
Could she even fight?

Michael started,"They've been gone for centuries Aubrey and somehow they've come out of hiding only for you."

"Me?" Aubrey asked,"Why me? "

Michael looked at her intently,"That's the question isn't it?"
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By the time Aubrey reached home she was exhausted.

The trip to another dimension filled with creatures Aubrey couldn't even dream about had left her with more questions than answers.

And to top it all off, she had school in the morning.

Her aunt wasn't there at home but this time Aubrey was actually surprised. She thought that her aunt owed her at least a mundane explanation if nothing else.

She opened her bedroom door to find that it was a mess. Someone had been through her room, tossing all the books out of her bookshelf, breaking her lamp, strewing all her clothes.

Aubrey scanned the room for anything that was missing but she came up short. Apart from the general scattering of all her belongings all the things that really mattered were untouched.

The mess though was large enough to make Aubrey groan. She closed her eyes and willed everything to go back into place but after two seconds of standing there looking stupid she sighed and started picking everything up.

So much for being some powerful Demi-Fae. With Aubrey's luck the only thing she would be good at was hearing voices and they were also silenced due to Michaels presence earlier on.

She'd agreed to the training Michael had dangled in front of her. Not because she wanted to be part of a war but just so that she could figure out who she really was.

She didn't trust the Seelie Fae very much even though there wasn't anything wrong with them. But this instinct in her gut told her that something was very fundamentally wrong.

But the one thing she did trust was their determination to know what she was. They wanyed to know just as badly as she did. And besides she could really do with some self defense lessons to kick some serious ass when the evil queen decided to send more monsters after her.

Aubrey finally finished setting her room back to normal. She stared at her bookshelf for a moment too long again the same nagging feeling that something was out of place.

She stared at the bookshelf for a moment longer before she finally gave up and fell asleep.

That day she dreamt of thunder, lightning and Michael Corentin.
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She woke up with a start. Her dreams had been the usual, Michael on top of the mountain summoning the storm, Aubrey falling down helplessly as usual.

She did find it curious though as to why she only dreamt about Michael. She'd never seen Declan in her dreams just standing there in front of her when she was wide awake.

She didn't know which one made her sound crazier.

Her aunt was still not at home and she wasn't sure if she should start getting worried.

For that matter she didn't even know what to call her anymore considering the fact that she wasn't her aunt.

Aubrey stood in front of the kitchen contemplating whether she was hungry enough to actually make an effort for breakfast.

Usually her aunt- Fae protecter whatever always decided her for her. If she was in the kitchen it meant Aubrey could do without breakfast and an awkward conversation and if she wasn't well Aubrey would stuff something down her throat and be on her way.

But Aubrey wasn't hungry this morning, in fact if anything else she felt kind of nauseous after the events of last night still reeling from the side effects.

Aubrey decided to skip breakfast and was about to leave for school when she suddenly stopped.

She got the strangest feeling that someone was watching her and the hairs at the back of her neck stood up.

She slowly turned around so that she could look out through the window straight at the phone booth in the backyard, which stood completley still, nothing out of place.

Except for her mother who was leaning against the phone booth glancing straight up at her.

Her dead mother.

Aubrey reached the door so fast she didn't even have time to blink.

She was already on the lawn by the time she realised that the place next to the phone booth was absolutely empty no one in sight.

Had she just imagined it?

No.
Aubrey said to herself, she wasn't crazy, she was-

She was what?
Nobody seemed to know and right now crazy seemed like the best way to go.

She glanced at phone booth again and it looked perfectly ordinary. A raven sat atop it but it was hardly extraordinary, Spade was filled with them.

She looked around once again but nothing seemed out of place.

Her mother....
It had resonated something deep within her. It made Aubrey freeze up and panic at the same time.

She'd seen Declan, she'd seen two people who she did not recognise but she'd never seen anyone that...

That hit her so close to home.
That she so desperately wanted to talk to.

When Aubrey could finally move she took a deep breath in and turned and left.

She didn't notice the ravens eyes follow her all the way to her car.
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"She knows about the Fae." The lady who stood across Jonathan Crescent radiated power. So much so that Jonathan senses were in overdrive and he couldn't smell anything except her overpowering scent.

It threw him off balance, being handicapped off his ability to sense if other people were approaching, to check if he was in danger.

But this lady was nothing if not lethal, Jonathan did not need her scent to figure that out.

She wore a blood red cloak, it's hood was pulled up entirely casting a deep shadow on her face hiding it completley.

"It's time for the attack." She responded. Her voice was absolutely still with no emotion, no variation. Times like that Jonathan really questioned who she was, what she was.

"You have to attack her while she's amidst the mortals." She continued, "And you need to target her specifically along with the dark haired boy, The one with gold eyes."

Jonathan repressed a shudder, his pack had heard about the boy with the golden eyes, the Fae kings son. His talent with a sword could give the Unseelie Queen's Knight a run for his money. His gold eyes were just about as hard as the Knight's gold armour.

"You can't ask us to target the Prince." Jonathan hissed,"The Fae will hunt us down and kill us if we kill the prince."

She laughed but there was absolutely nothing happy about it. It was musical but in a way that sound like the clang of sword against sword.

"Do you know why I've asked you to meet me here specifically Jonathan Crescent?" She asked.

Jonathan looked around, it was a secluded corner of the town, right next to one of the most dangerous drops on the mountain. It was a place where countless accidents had taken, the most recent one though had been four years ago after which the town officials had closed off this road completley.

"The ground here is soaked with power." She said,"Here the veils of magic have been torn apart and mended back together. It's the place where it began and it's the place where it must end."

She turned to face him and although he couldn't see her face, her gaze on him had him unable to move as if some invisible power held him.

"You are to do what I tell you Jonathan Crescent." She commanded,"You and your pack of wolves have been slaves to the Fae for too long and I've given you a way out of that."

"You told us that you'd free us from the curse." Jonathan said,"And if I do this. Kill this girl, whoever she is and the prince, you'll free us?"

She inched her face towards the sun so that the light was just enough for Jonathan to see her lips curl into a smile.

"Just like I promised." She said.

"What about the original?" Jonathan growled,"He'll decimate us."

She laughed once again and Jonathan felt like someone had just poured a vat of silver all over him.

"Last I checked alpha." She said the word alpha like an insult thrown at his face which seemed fair enough considering that he was currently reduced to making deals with a faceless power about killing mere teenagers.

It was beneath him but it was his only choice. His pack had to survive.

"You could handle a bunch of teenagers. As for Michael." She said,"Here is a riddle for you to solve, let's see you werewolves are anything but brute strength. What is air and water afraid of?"

Jonathan took a moment to think,"Fire."

She nodded,"Very good. It should render Michael useless for a few moments, but he shouldn't be touched. Not a scratch on him."

"Your main target is the girl and make sure that whilst you attack the prince watches. It's important you make him watch."

Jonathan stared at her trying to understand the twisted logic but orders were orders and she as well as he knew that, whatever she said, he had to follow.

A raven flew out of the trees just to land on her cloaked shoulders. Her head tilted to the side and the raven opened it beaks.

For several seconds it seemed like the raven was talking to her and she was keenly listening but Jonathan dismissed it as the fact that he was being ridiculous.

She straightened up,"The girl has left for the mortal school. I'd suggest you take as many wolves as you can. It's not going to be any easy fight."

It was Jonathan's time to laugh,"With the original rendered useless they are easy prey. The prince has no powers of his own and the girl... well we have leverage over her. We know all about her."

"I suppose you're the ones responsible for her aupposed aunt's sudden disappearance?" She asked sounding almost amused.

"A little bit of iron and the Fae have no power." Jonathan said.

"Aah just like it's werewolves and silver." The lady said,"It's indeed fun to watch."

Jonathan gulped,"We got enough out of the Fae protector to know she's not a threat."

There was that smile on her face once again,"Not a threat?"

"She has no powers." He said, this was it. This was his chance to redeem himself. He was going to free the pack from their curse even if it meant listening to devil woman wrapped up in her red cloak.

He was going to kill them and it was going to be easy now that he knew the Originals weakness.The prince without a sword was not a threat, and the girl would almost be too easy to kill.

"If you think so." The lady mused,"I suppose you should be on your way then."

Jonathan was out of there before another word. He would get this over as soon as possible, he would free his pack.

And he wouldn't rest until he slit the girls throat and made the prince watch it.

And then he would kill him too.

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As soon as Jonathan Crescent disappeared, the raven on her shoulder flew away.

It stopped in mid-air and shuddered for a few minutes before transforming into a man and landing gracefully on the ground.

He wasn't very old, he could hardly be called a man, perhaps a very old boy.

He was pale as ice and his long slender hands ended in talons instead of fingers. His hair was dark as night just like his eyes and the rest of his clothes. It was as if he was molded out of the night.

The most unique thing had to be the dark tattoos lining any part of his skin that could be seen.

It was in in a language that nobody could decipher but she could understand it all too well.

After about she had been there when they'd created it.

The language of the ancients. The language of the angels.

And demons.

"You're leading the Crescent pack to slaughter." He started.

She didn't say a word just took off her cloak. It had started to get incredibley stuffy in there. The cloak was entirely unecessary if she was being totally honest but there was something incredibley amusing in being the feared faceless power underneath the blood red cloak.

The old boy didn't seem surprised as he saw her, it was one of things she particularly liked about it.

"I'm not leading them into anything." She said,"It's their desperation that's doing it for me."

"But you know they can't beat them." He said,"No matter how many werewolves they take. Declan will-"

"Hush now Solas. "She said,"I never labelled you as a werewolf sympathezier. Besides, Declan doesn't know the extent of his powers either. What makes you think that the werewolves won't be able to levy enough damage? "

"You've asked them to make him watch while they go after Aubrielle." Solas said,"If history is any indication-"

"Yes I'm well aware." She said,"But maybe I'm hoping the werewolves get lucky and finish the both of them off."

Solas stared at her as if she'd gone as if the millenia of voices in her head and visions of the future had finally driven her mad.

She laughed,"Aah dear Solas. My intention isn't to kill them. You and I both know that I can't. Their story has already been written and a couple of werewolves can't change that."

"Then why go to the trouble of attacking them through an insignificant werewolf pack?" He asked,"With the promise of freeing them from a curse that's unbreakable? Why massacre them for nothing?"

"It's time to give them a push." She said,"And the wolves are expendable and considering that..."

She let herself trail off marvelling at the just how perfectly it all fit, "This particular pack happens to fit very nicely in my grand plan."

Solas sighed, it was a sigh that the demon had given her often over the few hundred years they'd been bound together.

"Anything unusual happen with Aubrielle?" She asked.

"Not really." He said,"She suspects about her aunt. She looked slightly worried. And then there was the fact that she quite suddenly came running into the backyard and stared at the phone booth for a supiciously long period of time."

She let herself smile,"Her powers are growing."

Solas grumbled,"She's not like the others. Her powers will grow out of hand but I hardly think she's strong enough to handle am entire werewolf pack."

"That's exactly why we need this attack." She said,"To see just how far they can be pushed at this point."

"You're gambling an awful lot just see your hunch confirmed." He said,"What if the wolves do get lucky? Anything could happen. There will be a massacre but the wrong people maybe caught in it."

"I thought you told me there was absolutely no chance of the werewolves actually killing them." She challenged,"Especially with Declan there."

"But he's far too young now." Solas insisted,"What if he can't do it-"

"Like I said. Their story ends where it all began. Right here."

"What-"

"Feel the power that this ground has soaked Solas." She said,"Four years ago a boy changed the entire course of history and ripped the stars out place, right at this very to save a girl he didn't even know. Don't you think he'll do it again?"

Solas kept silent.

"I know what I'm doing Solas." She said,"I have a plan."

"And I suppose this all part of your plan? This massacre?" He asked,"Just like the pentacle that you drew outside her house was?"

She smiled,"Of course."

"Very well then." Solas knelt down bowing his head,"My queen what shall I do for you next?"

"Watch a very interesting fight with me."

Authors Note
It's unreal how much fun I have writing this story. It's so easy to write. It takes me no time.Anyway I hope you guys like this chapter and the next chapter is finally going to have tons of action.