War of Hearts (True Immortality) - S Young Page 0,91

myths. Legends.”

Thea shook her head, taking a step back from the crazy guy. “You … are you telling me you think I have something to do with the werewolf and vampire origin myth?”

“They’re not myths.” Vik shot a quelling look at Conall who had opened his mouth to protest. “I know you think only religious supes believe in this stuff, but it’s not religion, Conall. I’ve been researching a long, long time and there is enough evidence to prove its truth. I’m talking about primary sources. Supes who were actually there during the time of the fae.” He gestured to the book.

Confused, Thea sighed in exasperation and mounting panic. “I’ve only read a little about this stuff, so I’m lost here.”

Vik nodded. “Then allow me to explain. To understand you must know that there exists more than this dimension. The existence of fae proves there is at least one more than ours. They belong to another world. It’s similar to our own but different too. In our world, there are people connected to the earth. They use energy in a way that other humans could never hope to.”

“You’re talking about witches and warlocks,” Conall said, impatience edging his words.

“Exactly. We call it magic. In the fae world, magic is different. For a start, everyone who belongs to the fae world belongs to magic. To an earth witch, the magic on Faerie would be unstable, unusable without causing great destruction. But the fae are stronger, more complex beings than our witches. And thousands of years ago they opened a gate into our world.”

“You’re telling me that all the legends and stories about fairies are based in truth? That the fae walk among us?”

“Thea.” Vik grinned, shaking his head. “They didn’t just walk among us. They made supernaturals.”

“Religious bullshit,” Conall scoffed.

“Not religious bullshit. Truth! How else did we get here, Conall? Evolution in our dimension doesn’t work this way.” He gestured between himself and Conall. “We’re beings of a different kind of magic than what is found here on Earth, and deep down you know that too.” Vik turned back to Thea. “The fae are ruled by one queen—”

“The Faerie Queen?” Thea guffawed.

Vik scowled. “She could turn you to dust with the snap of her fingers, so show some respect, please. The fae are immortal. Truly immortal. When they grow weary of their long lives, it is said they drink from the queen’s cauldron and they’re reborn anew. The queen, Aine—spelled A-i-n-e, pronounced ‘awn-ya’—never grows weary, has never slept, and is the most powerful being in their world.”

“Fairy tales supes tell themselves to explain our existence.” Conall shook his head in disbelief.

Vik transformed from smirking young college student to cold-faced predator. He snarled, “Your ignorance is showing, Conall.”

Conall bared his teeth but didn’t comment.

The vampire rounded the desk to stare intensely at Thea. Some might say in awe, even. “Many stories have mixed up truths with myth over the years but here is the truth: For thousands of years, humans were taken to Faerie through the gate that Aine opened. They say the gate opened in Ireland, which is why the country is rife with folktales and the fae get their names from the Irish. It was said the queen had a particular fondness for humans who were like themselves but so fragile, so finite. The problem was that the fae are not actually like humans. They cannot be when they live forever. Boredom, eternity, it has a way of twisting a being who already has darkness in their soul. And we are all born with darkness and light. It doesn’t mean they are entirely ‘bad’. Like I said, the fae are complicated. And they amused themselves with court games and wickedness. They were in constant competition with one another.

“Queen Aine rules over Faerie, which is split into four countries ruled by royal houses. Whatever the fae call themselves, we’ll never know because fae language is unintelligible to human ears. They picked up on our languages with ease and all my sources tell me they spoke in human tongue around humans. As such, the words I use relating to their world are human—Irish—in origin.

“We called their world Faerie and those within it the fae. They lived with a hierarchy much like our own. There was the queen and below that her royal subjects, below them the aristocracy, below that a middle class, and then below them the equivalent of peasantry. Aine, although ruler of all, lives in the Samhradh Palace among the