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Everything sparkled, rainbows shooting off rocks and back again as the light changed. The sides of the valley sloped down and leveled out to a smooth piece of quartz the size of a football field, which made up the valley floor. It was so clear, you could see several yards down into it, where it was backed by other stones, magnifying their color up to the surface. It was almost too beautiful to look at.
    Through the center of the valley ran a river, it came down the side of the cliff closest to the Kingdom of Water, creating a waterfall the likes of which I'd never even dreamed of. The water splashed over the jagged crystals, adding mist and even more rainbows to the already glittering display. It ended in a small pool which narrowed into a river, flowing toward the path we were headed down, where it ended in another pool, this one so deep, I couldn't see the bottom.
    “It continues underground,” Arach said, his face next to mine, “and runs behind Castle Crith-Fuinn.”
    “ This is incredible,” I whispered.
    “ It's pretty enough I guess,” Arach smiled at my shock. “You must admit it's a cold beauty and we fire fey prefer much hotter things.”
    Yes, there's that,” I smiled before looking back out towards the group of fey standing besides the river, waiting for us to reach them. “This is where they suspect foul play?”
    “Foul play?” Arach mulled the term over. “Yes, this is the place. I'm told it'll be quite obvious when we see it.”
    The carriage slid to a stop and Arach quickly got out and then helped me down. I was expecting the ground to be slick, like walking over glass, but it was more comparable to unfinished marble. It had a good amount of traction actually.
    We made our way over to where the large group was standing, staring at a spot in the middle of them. The red caps waited by the carriage but I could tell they were wary, their eyes skating from the assemblage to the rim of the valley and everything in between. Something had them unsettled.
    Then I felt it, something off, like a piece of meat lodged in my teeth. I wanted to pick at it and pull it out. I frowned as a couple split apart from the main group and I saw it was King Cian and Queen Meara. They met us right outside the edge of the circle of fey.
    “There's no trail but there are signs of-” Meara started but was cut off by her husband.
    “ There's no preparing them,” King Cian waved people back so we could be led to the center of the group.
    We stood amongst the royalty of Faerie, surrounded by others I assumed were trusted companions and guards. King Cahal of the House of Earth held his Queen as his vines, which grew out of his dark green skin and wrapped around him, shivered, creating an unnerving rustling. Queen Aalish trembled along with the vines, her green eyes, almost the exact color of Cahal's leaves, focused on the ground before her. Strands of her bright yellow hair were stuck to her perspiring face but they were almost indistinguishable from the color of her skin, so that I could barely tell where hair began and skin ended.
    Next to them stood the King and Queen of Air. King Fionn's eyes were black, from rim to rim, so it was hard to tell if he was looking at the same spot as the Earth royalty were but I think it was safe to assume he was. His black hair was notable only because of the almost modern, human angle to its cut, it fell just past his ears in a sharp forward line. His tan skin made him look even more human but the magnificent monarch butterfly wings sprouting out of his back matched his inhuman eyes.
    His Queen, Breana, had the same type of wings as he, and it made me wonder if that was a common pattern or if they were only for the royalty. They were monarch wings after all. Her true black skin wasn't at all common though, I'd seen very few fey with skin of that color. It made her vibrant green eyes even more vivid and the white of her dress so shocking it seemed to glow.
    Lastly, there was the newest