Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Meg studied her surroundings as Cara led her into what looked

like a small marketplace. There were stalls with vendors hawking

their wares in odd languages. She had calmed down from her initial

rage and terror. Now she could concentrate on her surroundings.

The gnome had mentioned that she didn’t speak Gaelic. This was

the language that was spoken all around her now. It made sense in a

weird way. The creatures around her appeared to be straight out of

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Irish lore. Gaelic was the ancient language of Ireland. While she was

bound in the tent, she had decided to use a little of her old literature

training to figure out what Beck was. It was obvious he didn’t think of

himself as human. From the way the gnomes treated him, Meg had

come to the conclusion that he was a faery of some kind. From the

looks of him, he was more than likely a sidhe. They were the human-

looking faeries and the ruling class. She wondered which tribe he

came from. Human myths broke the Fae into two tribes, the Seelie

and the Unseelie. The Seelie were the blessed, shining ones while the

Unseelie held all the monsters the Fae had to offer. She rather thought

him a Seelie. She hadn’t gotten a look at his ears. According to some

lore, they should be slightly pointed. Of course, not all myths were

proving true in this strange place. The vampire was proof of that since

he was walking around in the daylight.

“Hey, vampire guy, shouldn’t you be all crispy and fried by

now?” Meg asked bluntly because he seemed like a blunt kind of

man.

Dellacourt stopped in his tracks and laughed. “Damn, she really is

from the Earth plane. Darling, the vampires there are idiots who got

lost and couldn’t find their way back. I read all the DLs on the

subject. Horrifying stuff, really. You see, your sun is different. It has a bad effect on my kind, see? It puts us into a weird fugue state during