Light Fae Academy Year Three
Nala Kingsley
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
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Chapter 1
Classes for our third and final year at Light Fae Academy will start in two days, and I am ready to burst out of my wings. Last year had been a bit crazy, even crazier than our first year, and I really hope things will calm down this year but also heat up in one certain aspect.
My love life.
My twin bursts into my room. Our parents insist that we live with them in the treehouse for the duration of the two-month hiatus between years at the academy. It's a bit annoying considering Mom breathes down our necks and tries to get us to do everything her way. She acts like just because we live under her roof, we have to obey her every rule, including a curfew. After living on campus for ten months, having such stringent rules to follow is no fun whatsoever.
“Guess what came?” Bay announces as she tosses an envelope at me.
It falls short, and I fly off my bed, where I was lounging, and snatch the envelope off the ground.
“About time,” I grumble. “We should’ve had our class list long before now.”
Bay shrugs and rips into her envelope.
I open mine more carefully. “Illumination! About time! I was so bummed I didn’t have it last year.”
“I have it too,” Bay says.
I slowly grin. “That’s awesome! Maybe if there’s a group project, we can be partners.”
“Maybe. I’ve noticed that the professors tend to assign partners instead of allowing us to pick.”
“I noticed that too. I do miss learning beside you.”
“You mean cheating off me.” Bay winks and nudges her shoulder into mine.
“Hey!” I protest. “I never cheated. If anything, you cheated off of me!”
“Never,” Bay says coolly.
I blink a few times and gape at her. “Never?” I ask suspiciously.
“You know I can’t lie.” Bay smirks.
I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “You honestly never cheated off of me?”
“Not for a test. You really think Mom wouldn’t have noticed if I had.”
“True.” I shrug. “No offense to Mom, and she did teach us a lot, but I’m so glad we’re going to the academy and that she isn’t homeschooling us anymore.”
“Mesmerization,” Bay says.
I flinch. “You have to take it?”
“You do.” She points to my schedule.
My eyes widen, and I swallow hard. “No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“I won’t take it.”
Bay makes a face. “Why not? Mesmerization would be great for you. You could learn to influence people with more than just your pretty face, wings, and voice.”
I shake my head emphatically. “It’s wrong.”
“It’s not wrong. It’s magic.”
“You can use magic for ill.”
My stomach twists and turns. I know all about how terrible magic can be. Last year had been a disaster. The year before had a dark spell too, but that hadn’t been from magic but drugs.
“How you use mesmerization can be for the light or for the dark,” Bay argues. “You know you won’t use it for the dark, so what’s the big deal?”
“I just… I’m not comfortable with the idea of using my magic to mesmerize a person to be under my influence enough to become my slave. It’s wrong. Always wrong.”
She shrugs. “I would take it in a heartbeat.” Her black translucent wings flutter as she hovers in place. “What do you think about our swapping a class? I’ll take your Mesmerization, and you can take my Oneirokinesis.”
“Oneirokinesis,” I murmur. “Dream infiltration. I have always wanted to take that.”
“See?” Bay beams. “I knew you would like that. Even if you don’t want to mesmerize people.”
“It’s different,” I protest. With dream infiltration, you can turn nightmares into pleasant dreams!”
“Like I said, I’m sure you can use mesmerization for the light.”
I shake my head and wave my hand. “It’s not happening. I’m going to drop it and take Oneirokinesis instead.”
“Just take my class,” she presses.
“Bay, your wings.”
She bites her lower lip and then nods. “Yeah, yeah. Light, clear wings. Dark, black wings.”
I hesitate. It’s been on the tip of my tongue all summer long to ask her why her wings changed color. Before, we were identical with our super long white hair, super long, purple eyes, and clear translucent wings. Over the past year, her wings have changed to be as dark as our dad’s.
“You aren’t dark,” I murmur.
“Yeah, well, what else do you have?”
“Healing.”
“Boring.”
She isn’t wrong.
“Nature,” I continue.
“Boring,” we both say, and we giggle.
“Shapeshifting should be fun.”
“I had that last year,” Bay says.
“You never even told me all of your courses last year,” I say. “Turn into something!”
“What do you have in mind?”
“A cat.”
“A cat? Come on, Rosemary.” Bay rolls her eyes. “Have a little imagination!”
“Fine. A dragon.”
Bay smacks her palm against her forehead. “Seriously? How about a real animal?”
“Why?” I whine. “You can’t turn into anything? Can you turn into a chair?”
“Why would I want people to sit on me? And besides, some people have sex on chairs. No thank you.”
“Well, that sounds uncomfortable.”
“Depends on the chair.” She winks.
“I do not want to know about your sex life,” I groan as I flop onto my bed before rolling over to eye her. “Can you only turn into real animals? Not inanimate?”
Bay grins and bats her eyelashes. “You’ll just have to take the course to see what you can and can’t do.”
“You’re no fun?”
"Oh, I'm plenty of fun." Bay's form shimmers, covered in an opaque clear cloud. When the cloud
