Call to Arms (War of the Fae: Book 2) by Elle Casey Read Free Book Online Page B

fae are big believers in both positive and negative energy.   Unfortunately, your unique powers will cause some degree of negative energy to enter our carefully guarded Light Fae world.”
    “Great.   So I have enemies before I’ve even earned them.”
    “Well, to some degree this is true.   But we believe that our fellow fae, the ones who we feel are most apt to be jealous – I’m including witches and some others – will eventually come around to our way of thinking and see you as the ally Anton, I, and others think you could be.   If you decide to be, that is.”   She raised her eyebrow at me in friendly challenge.  
    Did I want to be their ally?   I wasn’t sure that I even had a choice.   If I weren’t their ally, then I’d be with the Dark Fae.   I didn’t know much about them, but the idea of Tony or my mom being eaten by an orc?   No way, man.   Not gonna happen.   Now, my mother’s boyfriend ... different story.   I’d put some freshly chopped parsley on his head if I thought the orcs would like it more.   Fucker .
    “I don’t plan on going over to the Dark Fae, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
    “No, not at all. What I’m saying is that you can put your best efforts into learning to use and control your powers and thereby earn the respect and admiration of your peers.   Or, you can put in minimal effort, learn a few things, and then either be killed or get someone else killed when we eventually have a conflict, thereby earning yourself an early grave, disrespect among your peers, or both.    It is entirely up to you.”
    I looked at her with my mouth agape.   “Well holy shit, Céline, don’t sugarcoat it for me or anything.”
    She laughed.   “There is no point in lying to you.   You are an adult in our world.   You make – and live with – your own choices.”
    “No sense in lying to me now , you mean.”
    Céline leaned over and took my hands in hers, staring me right in the eyes.   For the first time I noticed that her irises weren’t still, like normal people’s eyes.   The gray was swirling, moving, twisting around itself .   It looked like ... the wind, the way artists sometimes drew it.
    “Jayne, I am not going to apologize for what we did to you and your friends.   I am fighting for the survival of my race, for my people, for my family ... for my species .   We used the most respectful methods we could devise to awaken the magic within you, and we left you with your freedom of choice to become a changeling or not.   Your friend Tony is proof of this truth.   You have to let go of your bitterness and anger because it does not serve your purpose.   Release it; I beg of you.   Please look in your heart and ask yourself if you would have done any differently, given what you know about our people and our situation now.”
    I don’t know how she managed to keep doing this – making me feel immature and stupid.   Dammit .   She was like the most freaky-powerful parent of all time.   I thought my mom was bad, but this fae lady, she was friggin’ scary.   Maybe that’s what silver elves had as their special magical talent – mad parenting skills.
    “What does a silver elf do anyway – I mean, what are your powers, other than laying on massively powerful guilt trips?”
    She released my hands and sat back up straight, smiling proudly.   “We are servants of the wind.   We are fast, we can fly, and we are pretty handy with a spear.”
    “Now that is crazy cool.   Flying.   How do you do that, without any wings?”
    “We ride the wind.”
    Oh, yeah.   Once again clear as mud.   Friggin’ fae.   I didn’t bother asking for a better explanation because I knew I wasn’t going to get it.   Maybe she’d show me later.
    “So the green elves ... what’s their deal?”
    “You have already seen what they can do.   They are the servants of The Green.   They are hunters, trackers, archers ... they serve as our ground troops in the Green