Winter

After what felt like forever, Dab and I finally managed to convince Leigha to stay at the house. Atti said Leigha scares him and stood a distance away letting us handle her. I will admit she scares me a little, too but I know Atti was just being a dick. Leigha took protecting me really seriously and demanded I at least take her dagger with me. I think she feels like she will fail in some way if she isn’t there to protect me. At least with the pack I was safe and she didn’t need to worry, here is a different matter. Atti walks with me close to his side, his arm around my waist. I glance up at him, he’s wearing his black cloak and the hood is up. Dabriel is close behind, also wearing a cloak, to hide his wings and hair. It makes him look massive, with oddly shaped shoulders so it’s not too obvious he’s an angel. We walk down the quiet street; it’s strange because there are no cars. Other than the one time we went camping, I’ve been used to the noise of roads and cars. This place is so peaceful. Dabriel moves to my other side when the path opens up. The city is slightly cold, with a hint of sea breeze in the air. I pull my leather coat closer around me, as the wind blows a little.

“Do you like the witch city?” I ask Dabriel, as we turn around a corner.
“The island and city are called Atlantis.” Atti adds in before Dabriel can answer.

“Yeah, but I just think of the film every time I think of the real name, so witch city it is for me,” I say to Atti who chuckles and I look at Dabriel to answer my earlier question.

“I’ve never been around the city, I visited Atti’s house a few times but we didn’t risk coming out,” Dabriel replies.

“Ah, I forgot people don’t know you grew up as close friends,” I reply. I glance at the house as I go past; the front garden is filled with different flowers. Some I recognise, like the roses, but some are so different from anything I’ve ever seen with a range of multicolours and strange shapes.

“No, they don’t; I believe Taliana was shocked to see me at Atti’s side. She will take into consideration that I’ll heal you after the fights,” Dabriel says and I look away from the garden at him. We move out of the way when a few witches walk past us, their hoods up so I can’t see them.

“Less talk of the fights for now, I want to be a normal tourist for a bit,” I say and Dab laughs.

“Normal is not a word I would ever use to describe you,” he says and I whack his chest with my hand. Unfortunately for me, it just makes him laugh and hurts my hand because his chest is like a rock.

I stop in my tracks when we get to the end of the street because the sight is striking.  There's a paddock of hundreds of different coloured trees with sparkling jewels hanging from them. Each one is tall, built like an oak tree in shape and they have little crystals hanging from them instead of acorns. There are so many, more than I can see and a grey road, which looks like it goes around the paddock of trees. In front of the grey gates, that keep the jewel trees in, are dozens of stalls. It looks like a flea market, like the one my mum used to take Alex and me to sometimes. The only thing that is a lot different is that the witches walk down the streets with a mixture of different animals next to them. A woman walks past with a huge snake wrapped around her arm and neck. Another witch has a polar bear walking next to them; a small child is riding on the polar bear’s back and pointing at things. All the witches have their hoods up, it looks like I’m nearly the only one that doesn’t. The closest stall to us looks like it sells the crystals from the trees in different types of jewellery. The stall next to it is selling different coloured powers. 

"This is so amazing," I say in wonder and Atti chuckles.

"Those are the trees I told you of once and this is the market. People sell and buy everything here. I told you once our people live equally and money isn't a thing here." He tells me.

"So, what do you trade?" I ask.

"We trade our magic using the stones or we trade for work." He tells me and pulls out a clear purple stone; it looks blue inside with dozens of little sparkling magic. I miss the old necklace Atti gave me, even if it was just used to hide my appearance. I liked that it was from him.

"Here, this will buy you anything you want," he tells me and places the stone into my back jeans pocket. His hand slides out slowly and being a typical man, he gives my bum a little squeeze.

"This place is so different, is it like this with the angels?" I ask Dabriel, who is looking around, and several people are stopping to stare at us now, well at me, being as I’m dressed weird, in jeans and a leather coat. At least I ditched the crossbow and arrows before we came out. The dagger is out on my hip though, so I still look strange.

"No. The angels live a little different from humans but we aren’t as hidden from the world. They prefer to just watch humans from a near distance," Dabriel says.

"Things are changing for all the supernaturals," I say, thinking of the vampires in the new castle.

"Your Majesty, I am sorry for the loss of your mother. She was a true queen," A man says and he bows at Atti. I’m surprised anyone recognised him under his hood, but this man clearly does. He is the only man I can see; the rest are shaped like women.

"Thank you," Atti replies with a small nod and lowers his hood.

Several other people suddenly start to notice Atti and they bow, removing their hoods. I hear true king whispered in my mind as people look at us.

“Why are there so many women and only one man that I’ve seen?” I ask Dabriel. Atti is watching the women with a blank expression; giving me the feeling he’s talking in their minds.

“Males are rare here, the very opposite to the wolves. Many women decide to dedicate their lives to magic instead. The women here are amazing fighters,” Dabriel tells me, he moves closer as he speaks.

“Just what we need in the times ahead,” he whispers close to my ears.

Atti takes my hand as Dabriel leans away. We walk away from the women; more and more stop to stare at us but Atti puts his hood up. I guess he’s done with talking. Dabriel moves behind us as we walk through the many stalls. I stop when I see a stall full of wands. Actual witch wands, Freddy would love one. I nod my head and the guys follow me as I walk over to the stall. They stop on the path as I approach it.

"Charming lady, how may I help you?" The woman behind the counter says as I look at the wands. I glance up at her, she looks around thirty, but looks can mean nothing when supernaturals have a longer live span. Her hair is wrapped in purple cloth, which matches her purple dress that has a corset at the top and fans out underneath into a dress. Atti lied, witches do wear corsets and now she just needs a spiky hat.

"Do they do anything special?" I ask when I snap out of my own thoughts.

"They are used for directing and holding magic, the colours of the stones are a representation of the element they help. For example, the blue wand is for water and the green for earth." She waves a hand over the green and blue wands.

"This one?" I ask as I point at a white one.

"Spirit." She says and I nod as I pull out the stone Atti gave me and offer it to her.

"Is this stone okay payment for the spirit wand?" I ask.

"A deal, thank you very much, my lady," The women nods and takes the stone from me. I pick the wand up and she offers me a paper bag for it. I accept and look back at Atti and Dabriel who are watching me curiously.

"Ah, to win one princes heart is a gift, to win two is a true prize. I'm sure the queen who wins all four shall be the truest winner of all," the woman says and I look at her quizzically.

"Thanks," I utter out as she offers me the bag.

"My future queen," she bows. I quickly make my way back to the guys, wondering about the woman’s strange words.

"A wand?" Atti asks with a small smile as I reach him.

"For Freddy, he loves Harry Potter and I thought he'd like it," I say.

“Here, give it to me a sec,” Atti holds out a hand. I take the wand out of the paper bag and hand it over. He holds it in both his hands and it glows white until I can’t look at it anymore. I blink, looking up at Atti when he is finished doing whatever and he holds out the wand to me.

“I added some magic, usually it would allow someone to see a close family spirit but that is very rare and old magic. Freddy will just be able to shoot white, harmless sparks out of it for a while,” Atti says with a grin.

“Awesome,” I say and put the wand away in the bag.

"That's nice of you but is it safe to give to a child?" Dabriel asks.

“Its harmless D,” Atti laughs.

“Can I see the trees?” I ask Atti and he nods as he takes my hand. Dabriel takes the wand from me and slides it into one of his pockets inside the cloak.

"Wyatt and Freddy aren’t getting along," Atti notes as we walk towards the gates to the trees.

"It must be difficult for them both. Freddy hates vampires; they killed his mum and his uncle. They have constantly battled with them and now one is living in his house, talking to him all the time. Wyatt and Jaxson don't believe it's best to tell him anything yet." I say.

"Poor kid," Dabriel shakes his head.

"It's a fucked up world." Atti says and I squeeze his hand.

"I think Freddy is lucky in some ways. He doesn't know it but he has a father who would die for him and three uncles who would protect him at any cost. I love Freddy and would do anything for him as well," I say.

"Not many people have that many people in their lives that love them," Dabriel agrees with me.

" Your kind of his stepmother now that you’re mated to Wyatt and his aunt-in-law to boot." Dabriel tells me.

“You’re a MILF,” Atti chuckles and I laugh. Only Atti would call me that.

“Do I want to know what that means?” Dabriel says.

“It means mother I want to fu…” Atti goes to say, but Dabriel whacks him on the back of the head.

“Changed my mind.”

“That hurt, fucker,” Atti mumbles, rubbing his head.

“You should learn to be polite around a lady, then,” Dabriel says, I may not be able to see his face but I know he’s smiling.

“I’m sorry my lady, might I kiss the back of your hand as a sweet apology?” Atti says in an over the top posh accent.

“Nope,” I say and they both laugh with me.

We stop at the gates; it’s white and has flowers and vines shaped into the metal work. Thoughts of Freddy and everything else float away when Dabriel pushes the gates open and I walk behind him.

A warm feeling fills me, just before I hear the singing. The song is sweet and light as the childlike voice sings of peace.  The voice reminds me of the one I hear in my dreams; it could be the same person. I look around but no one else is in here and the singing is getting louder.

"Do you hear the singing? So lovely," I say in a daze and they both look at me like I’m nuts. 

"No, it's quiet Winter," Dabriel eventually says.

I ignore their questioning stares and walk to the nearest tree, as the singing gets louder. I place my palm on the wood and the voice sings in my mind. 

I sing the words, like I've known them my whole life,

Peace is coming, like war shall rise. Winter months will see the change.

Winter shall make the princes fall, 

For Winter is the peace of all. 

Shall the princess who will be queen bring us peace?

The trees welcome the ancient one’s child,

We welcome you,

We welcome you,

You my goddess, we have waited a while.

I sing all the words, my eyes closed and when I finally open them I see I have a crowd of people watching me. All the witches have their hoods down and they look in shock. I look back at my hand on the tree. The tree is glowing blue where I'm touching it and I feel like it's alive.

"Our queen," one woman shouts and I look over at her as she falls to her knees and bows. The rest of the crowd fall to their knees like a wave until only Atti, Dabriel and I are standing.

"My queen," Dabriel says and kneels in front of me. I watch as he undoes his cloak, and it falls to the ground and his wings stretch out. A few gasps can be heard in the crowd but no one says anything about the prince of the angels in the witch’s city.

"My queen," Atti echoes loudly as he falls to his knees next to Dabriel.

“No, you are both my equals,” I say to Atti and Dabriel. They both stand and move to either side of me. The crowd whispers the word true queen around in my mind until I can’t hear how many people say it. 

The trees express their happiness and it fills me with joy as I watch everyone.

This is my future, with my men at my side.