Years ago, Arrameus and Cruziel crossed the veil as outcasts. They’re Guardians, warriors, known for being ruthless and unstoppable in the battle against the shadowkin. Nothing shakes their resolve, until a small wheelchair-bound human brings them to their knees. He’s their Nanta, their destiny, but how will they come to terms with the fact their mate is trapped behind more walls then the one that imprisoned him, and more importantly, how will they break through them?
A few hours later, a muffled thud sounded from somewhere outside his walls. He thought he heard scuffling, but that could have just been a roach, running around the edges of his mattress. The scuffling became a tapping against the board that had walled him in. Voices murmured, and as Lee turned toward the wall, a sharp spot of light formed along the top, a glinting object piercing the light and jerking to one side. The object disappeared, yet the light grew in its place as fingers reached in. The fingers became hands that grabbed onto the edges of the light, pulling against the boarding and yanking away great hunks. Moments passed as more pieces of the wall fell away under the grip of two sets of hands. The light was too bright for Lee to keep looking, so he closed his eyes, a little startled that his mind had created a different way to occupy itself. If only it were true, but Lee knew better. He was hallucinating, finally losing what little control he had left over his mind. He almost looked forward to it, wondering what other things his mind would create to entertain him. That was until a litany of swear words had Lee attempting to open his eyes again.
The light was blinding, but a shadow moved into the light’s path and warmth covered the side of his cheek. He opened his eyes and blinked, startled to see a pale man with even paler, long hair, peering into his eyes as he crouched over and held a hand to Lee’s face. The man’s expression was one of horrified shock, yet as Lee soaked in each detail of the man’s pearlescent skin, a small smile played on his lips. The man turned, looking to his side, where his clone was also leaning over. It took Lee a moment to realise what he was seeing, and when he did, a hysterical giggle broke free from his dry throat, sounding more like a gravely rumble. The men had long ears, pointed yet delicate. Oh yeah, Lee’s mind had finally cracked. Why else was he seeing faeries?
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