1 Prolog

Hashna lifted her hands above her as though trying to touch the sky. Her fingers reached upwards and pulled from the sky a bright and blinding light. Her normally chestnut hair, white with the power of the light writhed and danced angrily. Beytha, her loyal maid, stood near watching her mistress cast a great spell into the sky.

The air shifted and swayed around her, making the hair on the back of Beytha's neck stand up. At the feet of her master, was the body of her dead lover, the dead king demon king Elathan. His betrayal had cast their world into darkness for nearly one hundred years. In the end the elders and the most powerful Fae had come together to grant Hashna the power of light, giving her the power to defeat the man that now lay at her feet, motionless.

Hashna, in the throes of the magic that flowed through her, turned white eyes to the sky as she chanted, fighting the tears that even now climbed and clawed at her throat. She pulled the energy down to her, channeling in through her, back down to the earth. She brought her arms down, calling the light with her like a crash as she turned and drew a circle upon the war scorched ground. She chanted the ancient words that were etched in the magic, calling forth a spell that would cross time and space. She cast the first circle.

She had learned that fae and humans alike were fickle and easily corrupted by greed and power. She hoped that the spell she called forth would never be needed. A spell that would bring into the world another vessel for the light should it ever be needed to ensure the balance was maintained.

Her body shook and vibrated under the strain she toiled under. She turned the opposite direction, casting the second circle. Wind whipped her hair violently as she lifted her hand. She turned her white eyes to Beytha who shakily handed over the dagger. Hashna brought the blade across her hand, pushing it in deep, pain surged through her as blood poured over the ground.

She cast the third circle in blood, cementing the oath of the earth and sky. With a sorrowful glance she looked down at her beloved. Memories crashing in on her, threatening to drown her. Despite the pain crushing her heart, her words never faltered. She drew runes in the air and lifted them to the sky, her movements determined and sharp.

This oath would draw together the light through the ages. It would weave together the knowledge of each light fairy that may come after her. It would interlace their knowledge and souls together. Tears now fell freely from Hashna's eyes as she cast the final circle, she looked down at the dagger and then to the man that she'd once loved. The betrayal still stung as fresh as the wound on her hand. She took a sharp breath and looked at Beytha.

Realizing the final price of the spell Beytha cried out in protest trying to run to her mistress but it was too late as Hashna turned her free hand to the young maid and cast her out of the circle.

"Live long and happy my dear friend," Hashna said softly, her voice trembling. She turned her face to the sky again and called forth the light with all of her might, her body straining as it began to whip around her. The light betrayed her and started to tear away at her body as she kept her stance firmly planted, leaning into the pain like an exquisite embrace.

Flesh gave way to the light as it ripped at her until there was nothing but a scorched circle that lay upon the ground. Beytha fell to her knees sobbing as she crawled to the now empty space where Hashna once stood. She fell upon the spot, grief ripping away at her she dug her fingers into the blackened earth. A furious and anguished scream escaped her as she was overcome by sobs.

Over the next five thousand years there would be many that came after Hashna. Called forth when the darkness overtook the worlds of man or Fae. The last had been during a time of darkness when man and fae could no long coexist in peace any longer. This light fairy had used the power of light to cast a final veil between the world of man and Daearen. Along with the witches across their world they cast the veil and cemented gates that only those accompanied by magic could cross. The last vessel had yet to emerge from the shadows but a rising threat to the east was growing in their world. The fae prayed that the time for a savior would soon come