As requested, an excerpt from my Azura/Evan story. @indigenoustourist @ellowrites
“You said you’d tell me your real name. You definitely owe me that.”
She presses her lips together and whispers, “Azura.”
It’s such a pretty but unusual name I cock my head. She doesn’t seem to notice, though. She’s staring at some random scuff on the table.
“I need to know more about Tristen.” I think about the severed arm. Pretty sure that's going to haunt me for a while.
“He’s Noctis. That’s latin for dark, night. Usually fae of Noctis are perfectly nice, they
just practice different medeis. Magic, you call it. And the other types of fae are Lumen. Light, color-that stuff. Of course there are many different specialties-that’s not important right now. What's important is that Tristen was Noctis. And he...grew too close to the darker side. Rediscovered the magic that kills, hurts, the bad stuff.” I feel my eyes widen, but Azura just looks sad.
“After finding and performing recludam, he could come to see non-fae. That means he opened a door here. And obviously, you guys without a bit of medeis-you’re basically dead.” I knit my eyebrows in confusion. Her words are blowing past me; it's like she's speaking another language.
“So...where’s the rest of his body?” I ask. Azura steels her jaw.
“I don’t yet know if he survived.”
Things are quiet while the cogs in my head twist and turn, trying to take everything in with an open mind. “So why didn’t you just let me go?”
Azura has a fire in her eyes. No, seriously, her eyes are kind of flickering with determination-and she says, “I need a non-fae. Someone who knows this world inside out. My gut says...you. Evan, will you help me?”
My mind is racing, going through every possibility and consequence of my decision. On one hand it’s ridiculous and she could still be a nutjob and this is all in her head. But...if it’s true she really does need my help. I will probably seriously regret it if I don’t do this.