Dawning Skye

Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Stand

“I can’t wait to show ye what a real man can do...” Jacob stated as he looked at Skye’s face, then her breasts.

When Skye saw her opening, she barely had to move her hand. In an instant, she was grabbing the corner of the sack that had Maevis in it. She reached up and yanked down on Jacob’s left ear with her right hand as her left knee came into contact with his groin. As she pulled her knee back, Skye placed her foot back down on the floor with her leg extended behind her. This gave her stability as she sprang backwards with her other leg; taking the captive Maevis with her.

When Jacob fell to his knees in pain, the floor beneath him gave way, sending him plummeting to the bottom of a hole six-feet deep. Skye had compacted all the sides, but not the top foot and a half. In case he decided to try and climb out. She quickly went over to the edge, but only close enough to peer down.

Skye’s target lay on the ground with a giant chunk of floor leaning on him. She huffed from her adrenaline and efforts before nodding at her handiwork. She then turned on her heel, and headed over to her bed with Maevis.

As gently as she could, Skye pulled Maevis out of the sack and set her on the bed. Her hair had blood in it, and her breathing was shallow. Skye felt a sudden pain in her heart as she instinctively shifted her power from her Earth trait to her Shaman one. Her emotional state made it difficult to focus, and she knew this was a trait that required it.

Skye took a long, deep breath; attempting to to clear her mind. She focused on Maevis’ breathing, wishing it would go back to normal. An image of her first time seeing Maevis had randomly popped into her chaotic head. Skye focused on the picture in her mind’s eye as she put her left hand over the old fairy’s head and hair.

A light golden glow started to shine from Skye’s hand. The blood that had matted Maevis’ hair retreated back to the wound it’d come from. A strange cracking sound came from the wee fairy’s chest, and Skye surmised that it was broken ribs healing. The thought had made the glow from her hand fluctuate.

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Refocusing on the task at hand, Skye quickly finished. She’d just pulled her hand away when Maevis’ eyelids slowly began to open. She looked at Skye through blurred vision a moment before smiling at the lass. Her face instantly changed upon remembering what had happened. She tried to shoot straight up, but her body screamed where her freshly healed ribs were. She grunted through the pain; looking around for the bastard that had tried to take her.

Upon seeing the hole in the floor, Maevis turned back to Skye and gave her a quizzical look. The lass huffed before smirking as she said; “The bastard deserves to be six feet under, so that’s where I put him..”

Maevis grinned while shaking her head. The lass had basically made a very deep version of the hot spring; minus the water. Skye’d only seen Maevis do any serious magic the once, and she’d been controlling a huge buildup of water pressure at the time as well. She’d picked up the basics of it just from the single demonstration. The entire situation blew her mind, but what really surprised her was how Skye had handled it all herself.

As Maevis and Skye shared a small laugh in relief, Peggy burst through the door. She hadn’t seen the hole right away, but when she’d stepped forward to hand Skye her dress and things, she did. She’d dropped the box with everything on top to bring her hands up to her mouth in shock.

Slowly taking her hands away as she approached the hole, Peggy yelled; “WHY is there a bloody hole in the damn floor?! Holy shit, there’s a man-Jacob?! What the bloody hell is he doin’ here?!”

“Tryin’ to take Maevis and I.. But Maevis used her Earth magic to save us,” Skye replied with a nod to the old Fae.

“Oh I did, did I?” Maevis’ tone was playful; already understanding Skye’s explanation.

Skye hadn’t thought in through in the moment, but she was glad she’d used her Earth magic instead of her Water. If anyone asked how they’d caught Jacob, it would blow Skye’s cover if there’d been water everywhere with no one around with the trait. Or if Jacob would’ve been caught or died by drowning. Skye was still maintaining her connection to the bath tub water; just in case. However it’d broken once Felicia had walked through the doorway.

Skye immediately got up and helped the poor lass over to the bed. She’d hesitated when she saw Maevis, but when the cute wee fairy apologized to her for scaring her earlier, she’d felt better and sat down. The servant lass asked what all the noise was, so Skye quickly explained to her and Peggy what had just happened; leaving out certain details.

The old servant figured that Skye wasn’t telling the whole truth, but would ask later. While Peggy felt bad for Felicia, she didn’t think the lass needed to know such things about Skye. It wasn’t her place, and Peggy still wasn’t sure of the stupid girl’s loyalty. ‘If she was willin’ to play the whore to a man like Jacob in the first place, can she really be trusted?’

Peggy was lost in her head as the other three discussed what had happened. They hardly noticed the male servant pop his head in through the closet door. Peggy had told him and some others to empty the young lady’s tub on her way to get Skye’s shoes and hose. The three men filed into the room and stared into the hole in utter astonishment. One of them said something about informing the lord, and took off out of the room.

The other two stood next to the hole as they turned to look at their young lady with questioning expressions. Their looks only intensified upon seeing Maevis, who was now fluttering about in the air. Skye explained that Maevis had created the hole and saved her, but the two were too dumbstruck by the sight of a real fairy.

The timing of Maevis’ reveal had worked in their favor. Everyone would be too distracted by the fairy simply existing; no one would question what had happened. No matter what Jacob said. Especially since Maevis really did have Earth magic, and could easily prove it.

As far as Jacob knew, he just hadn’t hit Maevis hard enough, and that she’d been playing dead when he’d pulled her from the bag before. At least, that was the story Skye would tell. She knew she could trust Maevis to back her.

“Before ye say anything; aye, she be a real fairy.. Aye, Ima alright.. And lastly; we’ll be needin’ some shackles in case the bastard in the hole isn’t dead.. Someone also needs to send for me mother and the prince as well... Now stop being rude and get to it!” Skye yelled to shake the men from their shock.

The two servants almost ran into each other in their haste to get out the door. Skye had giggled when they’d temporarily gotten stuck in the doorway; trying to leave at the same time. Once through, their footsteps quickly faded with their distance. Peggy had shaken her head at their antics, saying something about them ‘lacking decorum’.

Skye turned to Felicia and said; “He’ll not be an issue any longer. Attempting to bride-nap the prince’s future wife is something Jacob won’t be able to buy his way out of.. Tidas will make sure of it.”

Felicia’s face held nothing but shock. Not just for the general situation, but also for the continuous kindness of her lady. She’d just nearly been kidnapped, and here her lady was; showing greater concern for a servant like her, than herself. It wasn’t common for for the upper class to truly care about the wellbeing of their servants. But the Moonstone family had always been good to their people.

Skye had always been a caring person. Felicia liked her from the moment she’d met her. Skye never looked down on, or treated anyone disrespectfully due to their station. The lass was a rarity in that regard..

When one was labeled a servant, it was like being deemed a little less than human to the people they served. Lady Skye was different. She had only ever judged a person based on their actions. Which had endeared her to all of their servants. Making most fiercely loyal.

While Felicia had slept with Jacob, it wasn’t as if she’d really had a choice in the matter. Servants didn’t say no to lords. She’d bragged about it hoping to get into Jacob’s good graces. The prospect of being a mistress was the best a woman of her low birth could hope for. And she knew Skye didn’t like Jacob in general. If taking the brunt of his appetites would spare her lady, Felicia was willing to give herself over. And the title of Mistress would’ve given her a far better life than what she could’ve ever expected to live.

Jacob Fowler’s desires had nearly been the death of her, however. His need for brutality was beyond frightening, and Felicia wasn’t sure she’d ever see any man as safe or sane again. He’d seemed so charming, but turned out to be so twisted and evil. The experience would haunt her the rest of her days..

While Felicia sat and thought, Skye and Maevis checked her. The girl probably shouldn’t even be moving around yet. The only reason she was up was because she’d heard loud noises and the ground had shook.

The sound of scrapping rocks made the four woman look over towards the hole. Jacob was standing at the edge; dirty and huffing from his efforts. He glared at Skye as he caught his breath and flipped a small dagger in the air repeatedly. It was what he’d used to carve out foot holds in the compacted sides of the pitfall.

His face was red with his efforts and anger as Jacob took a step towards the women, and threw the dagger at Skye. She was standing in front of Felicia, who was sitting on the bed. As soon as she’d seen Jacob’s foot move in their direction, Felicia had stood up. She took the spot in front of her lady, causing the dagger to land firmly within her chest with a thud...