(Amaia)
"You need to return," he softly says. Essence of the moon he carries in his hair. Sweeping from his shoulders are wings of solidified light. Their glow is a quiet tempest of sapphire and silver, like the first serene stars in a twilight sky.
Every Fae has wings unique to themselves and their personality. Aziel had deep blue and silver wings and he used to love showing them off.
Now I am seeing him in all his glory. How he would have been, if life hadn't been cut short for him. He holds me in his arms, urging me to wake up. But if I do, I won't be able to see him again.
"I don't want to. You disappear…" I complain and he pleasantly smiles.
"You know where to find me, Amaia. I am always with you." He points towards my heart.
"But your mates are worried about you. Return to them. All five of them," he insists.
Five?
I give him a reluctant nod. I need to see them and ensure all of them are safe.
