Summer of Frost (Forever Fae #3)(19)
She nodded in understanding. “Just hurry, Sorcha. If the dark sorcerer comes back, things are going to get uglier and more complicated.”
“Don’t worry, I’m coming for you. As soon as I can get through to Oren I’ll tell him what’s going on. I just need you to be strong for me, and know that no matter what I will get you out of this,” I assured her. We hugged one more time, and reluctantly, I let her go. Sarette smiled at me before the dream closed off and faded into black.
Once the dream was over, I flew out of the bed and into the night. I had to find Drake. I slept with my gear on, because I knew I wouldn’t want to waste time once I had the information I needed. The heat flushed my skin the moment I stepped out of the palace doors, and immediately I began to sweat. The Summer Court was going to take time to get used to. I knew Drake didn’t live inside the palace, but just outside of it in his own dwelling. It didn’t take long to figure out which one was his, considering there was a dragon emblem on the front door.
Sunrise had to be only a couple of hours away, but I couldn’t wait. We needed to get things going as soon as possible. I knocked on the door, and waited for him to answer. When he didn’t come, I knocked harder and more persistent. The door snapped open, revealing a half-naked Drake with a scowl on his face, and hair mussed up from sleep. I gawked at him like a starved animal, and couldn’t stop my eyes from taking him all in. His tanned muscles were sculpted to his lean body, and when he caught me staring, an amused smirk came across his face and he flexed his muscles. That brought me out of my stupor.
“Let’s go! I know where they’re at,” I blurted out. “We need to get to them quickly.”
“Calm down,” he murmured gently. “We’ll get them out safely. Go to the throne room and I’ll have everyone there in ten minutes.”
Turning on my heel, I raced back up to the palace and into the throne room. I had ten minutes to get my bearings before all my secrets were revealed to the whole Summer Court, and to Drake. The room was alight with candles and smelled fragrantly of sunshine and flowers, but no amount of sweet smells were going to calm my nerves. I paced for the full ten minutes it took to get everyone assembled. They were all eager and ready for battle.
King Oberon took his place at the front and sat while Drake stood up beside him, both waiting for me to speak. Quickly, I glanced around the room at everyone present before I began. Loudly, I spoke so the whole room could hear me. “I was able to get into contact with my friend and guardian last night. I know where they’re at, and what’s going on. It’s not what I was expecting.”
King Oberon nodded. “Go on, Princess. We’re all listening.”
Sneaking a glance at Drake, he nodded as well.. “Apparently, there’s been a mutiny of sorts with some of the dark sorcerer’s people. The man in charge of the attack is a dwarf named Brokk, and he’s the one Durin’s been searching for since the whole Meliantha debacle. He thinks Sarette is me, and he wants to trade my power for power. If the dark sorcerer doesn’t grant him this, Brokk is going to threaten to tell the courts where he hid the secret scroll, the same scroll our people wrote over a century ago telling us how to defeat him. It seems the dark sorcerer wasn’t the only one who knew where the scroll was hidden.”
Gasps erupted from everyone, and the feeling of hope we never thought imaginable surged with great force throughout the room. We’ve been searching for years to find a way to defeat Alasdair, and his evil magic, and we were so close to finding it.
King Oberon raised his hand. Everything and everyone went silent. “If this is true, then we need to find out where the scroll is at.”
I agreed. “If we capture Brokk and bring him here I can find out everything we need to know.”
The king furrowed his brow in question. “How?” he asked.
Here we go, I thought.
“As you know, when one of the Four come into their full power some new abilities emerge. Calista is the all-powerful, Meliantha can heal and bring back life, and I can find the truth. I’m a truthseeker.”
Drake took that time to speak. “How does that work?” he asked curiously.
“All I need is to have contact to him, like touching his hand and so forth, and the answers will come to me.”
“And this was your guardian that told you all of this?” King Oberon asked.
I paused and inhaled deeply, knowing it was the time I was going to reveal my secret. Slowly letting out my deep breath, I finally answered, “No … it wasn’t my guardian, but my friend, Sarette, who told me.”
The king paused, weighing in my reply. “How is that possible? It doesn’t make any sense,” he remarked.
The time had come, and instead of answering the King, I looked straight at Drake when I spoke. “It’s possible because I visited her in her dreams. You see … not only am I a truth seeker, but I’m a dream walker as well.”
Drake’s mouth flew open and uncertainty crossed his features. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was wondering if our dreams were real or if he cooked them up in his own imagination. If he asked in front of his people and I said that it wasn’t me he would feel like a fool in front of them.
King Oberon looked pleased. “I’m impressed, Princess. The only other person I know with dream walking abilities is Elvena, but she needs others to help her. Are you saying you can do it all by yourself?”