I press my knee on her chest, hearing the tick sound my broomstick makes from clicking it. My weapon morphs into a dagger. I remember what I learned from my grimoire. There’s only one way to kill a fairy.
I grin down at her, stabbing the mystic under her left nipple. I see Donovan chasing after the elf mystic. She walks backwards, fading away into the woods.
Miss Canary stops him from entering the forest. They both turn around to look at me.
He’s my masked hero, my jackass, and someone who’s always in the shadows, watching me. He doesn’t want to admit it because he’s too busy trying to maintain his stubborn personality. He calls me Rose, and I think I might just keep it that way for now.
Miss Canary turns around, running into the forest. Donovan turns his broomstick into a sword, walking toward me step by step. I know he thinks I can’t kill this mystic on my own.
Glittery blood shoots up on my jacket from me stabbing her. I shake my head, then stab under her right nipple. I receive another splash of her glittery guts on the side of my neck as she fades away into rainbow dust.
“Fairy blood is the worst.”
Epilogue
Donovan sighs deeply as he clenches his jaw. He glares at the green ripples the invisible wall is making in front of us.
“Are you scared?” I mutter.
“Shut up, rookie,” he says breathlessly.
We’re both on the other side of a different world, gazing at the portal Emily created. We’re yearning to know what’s on the other side.
Donovan picks me up and takes us into the unknown.
***
Our bodies ripple through the light green fluorescent wall in the middle of the forest. The feeling is ravishing yet galvanizing. It’s sort of like diving into cold water for the first time. We splash through the portal, completely dry.
Donovan falls on top of me gently. The scruff of his shaved face brushes against my creamy skin. I turn my face and gaze at the fresh, thin grass tickling the side of my cheek. It was night before we went through the portal and now it seems like the sun is rising here.
Where are we?
“Donovan,” I whisper. Under his hefty body, I can hardly breathe. “Do you mind?”
I pinch his arm and his head darts up off of my chest. He looks at me, his eyes wandering over my body. Then he looks around the area, looking just as shocked as I am.
“Sorry,” he says awkwardly.
He’s still on top of me. I glare at him, waiting for him to hop off. I roll my eyes.
“Yup. Well, this is, uh…interesting,” he says, still on top of me.
“Donovan, get off of me! I cannot—” I snap.
“Oh, sorry!” he says as he jumps off.
Finally.
He lends me his rough hand, lifting me up gently. Speckles of gold and green orbs float in the air around us. Donovan and I both twirl around slowly, taking in the scenery.
In front of me, there’s a tall, black, brick castle-looking building. My mouth drops as I inhale the sweet air around me. I walk absentmindedly toward the building.
A woman struts across the field toward. She’s wearing dark green clothing. Silver lines outline the green fabric. Across her collarbone are swirly tattoo lines that twirl and twine up and around her neck. Dirty blonde wavy hair sparkles against the sun’s rays. Her brown boots hug her legs comfortably.
Emily.
Emily purses her lips and tucks her dagger into the dark green belt around her slim waist. The dagger seems to have roots swirling around it.
A field of tall grass blocks us from walking to her. I walk closer to the tall, swaying grass. I feel like an ant as Donovan stumbles behind me. He is holding onto his broomstick cautiously.
I reach to move the grass out of the way so we can walk inside the field. A thick strand of grass slaps my hand. I stumble back in pain.
I furrow my eyes at the leaves swaying peacefully.
“What the hell,” I mutter, glancing at my hand and rubbing it, trying to soothe the pain.
“Elf magic. Dangerous stuff right there.” He glares at the swaying grass before him.
Donovan walks in front of me, protecting me if anything else should happen.
“Stay behind me, Rose,” he mumbles.
The grass suddenly stops swaying and stands perfectly still. Donovan turns around and looks at me proudly and all macho.
Within a quick second, the grass wraps around Donovan. It slithers around his body and constricts his neck. The long strands of grass pull him into a sea of green.
“Donovan!” I scream, covering my mouth as I watch in horror.
Donovan disappears in the field as the grass rapidly waves in the air. The roots beneath me vibrate, pricking out of the ground and sticking onto my legs, holding me in place.
They begin to pull me in. I claw my fingernails into the moist ground.
I panic.
Acknowledgements
Who would’ve thought I’d finally be writing my acknowledgements? This journey has been a long, emotional one, and finally my dreams and imaginations have come true. It’s crazy and still unreal to me. However, there’s a few cookie monsters I’d like to thank.
First, all of my fans from Wattpad, who have supported me from the very beginning of Mystical. I’d like to thank you from the bottom of my heart. If it wasn’t for all of the supportive readers on Wattpad, I wouldn’t have the courage to even post my book or even complete it, so, to my readers from Wattpad, thank you so much.
Patience Tennant and Alex Pockoski, you guys really were there for me to vent and gossip about how in love you both were with Donovan, and just when I was going completely crazy about things in the book, the two of you really kept me sane. You guys are what I really call friends, so thank you.
My fabulous editor, Tiffany Cole. You’ve really picked my brain, sometimes even fried it, but if it wasn’t for you, Mystical wouldn’t be as polished as it is now. Thank you, Tiffany, for helping me clean my story.
The rest of the Limitless crew, thank you all so very much. If it weren’t for all of you working hard to make my dreams come true, I wouldn’t be here. You believed in Mystical and, for that, everyone deserves a big, fat cookie.
To the people reading now, I personally would like to thank you for even giving my book a chance because if you think about it…we are all mystical.
Thank you,
Michael
About the Author
Michael believes he is a mad scientist experimenting with his own imagination. He enjoys world building and having alluring conversations with his stubborn characters. He is your author of The Mystical Series. Specializing in many genres such as Fantasy, Urban Fiction, Dystopian, Young and New Adult.
Most of his inspirations come from fairy tales, music, and his curious what ifs. He’s never thought of being an author, writing was just a hobby to him. However, one day his thoughts and ideas kept interrupting his daily life. At work he’d come up with story lines and decided to join the reading/writing app Wattpad, and there he would write. Realizing the enjoyment from creating characters and worlds doesn’t stop him from ever jotting down a potential story.
You can find him anywhere to snuggling in a comfy seat with hot cocoa Netflix binging, or taking a soothing walk along the forest lines. Possibly diving in a tank with sharks, but that would be too insane.
He is a shopaholic east coaster living in Virginia with his fury companion Coco.
Where the two live happily ever after.
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