Enchanted Revenge by Theresa M. Jones

then you were in my face.”
    “Did it speak to you?”
    “What? The horse? I mean Unicorn…Ugh, The abada? Animals don’t talk.”
    “Just answer me. Did it say anything to you? In your head.”
    “No. I mean, when it looked at me I felt like I was flying, or floating at least. And I heard some singing, like the most beautiful sound you could imagine.” After saying the words out loud, I felt pretty ridiculous. But everything about this whole place was ridiculous. Everything was weird and different and it just brought into focus how alone I really was. I didn’t fit in back in the Mortal Realm, and I certainly didn’t fit in here in this crazy fairy world.
    He searched my eyes again, as if he was hunting for an answer to something. But then, it almost looked like he was in awe…of me. Which didn’t make sense. I was no one special. But when he looked at me like that, I felt special, important. Not alone. Unfortunately the spell broke as soon as he spoke to me.
    “Abadas are very rare. They rarely interact with any Fae, especially not one who hasn’t even received her magic yet.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a minute. “They can see the future. Had you been a little older, you would’ve been able to understand what he said to you. When they speak to us, it is only to tell us of the future and offer advice.” Then more to himself than to me, “I can only imagine what he said to you. What future he saw.”
    “It was beautiful,” I said, because the future stuff was too weird for me. And really, it was beautiful. “Those horns were so pretty. The same color as her eyes.”
    He nodded. “Yeah, they are always pretty. But all abadas are male. The females are unicorns.”
    “Unicorns are real too?” He chuckled at my surprise. Which only made me laugh as well, because when would I learn to not be surprised about anything in this place?
    “So, we have a good thirty miles left to walk today. You ready to start again?” He asked me after he stood up and gathered all the supplies back into the abscondita. My feet continued to scream at me, as soon as I stood on them, but I ignored them. This was only day two, out of who knows how many days left.
    As we began walking again, the silence hung heavy on us.
    “Why are you so quiet when we walk?” I finally asked. The sounds of my footsteps were really annoying. I felt so antsy, wanting to do something more than just walk through a freaking forest. And the quiet was just unnerving.
    “Because things are…Being back there…” He took a deep breath and held it in for a while before releasing it. He stopped walking and turned around to look at me. His eyes looked darker than jade, no longer bright and cheery. His face held a scowl so severe it rocked me to my core, making me very afraid of this fairy I really didn’t even know. And once again, his vein was bulging in his forehead and out the side of his neck.
    “I’ve been in the Mortal Realm for the last forty years trying to forget everything, and being there last night was hard for me. It brought up memories I’ve tried to forget. Brought up angers and passions so old I thought I had buried them decades ago.”
    The anger he projected only spiked my own anger. I was furious at everything. I hated those murderers. I hated being so alone. I hated being afraid and incapable. I hated the unknown and this whole stupid place. And all I could think of was why the hell did he want to yell at me? It wasn’t my fault.
    I welcomed my rage and directed it back at him.
    “Then why the hell are you here with me? Huh? Why trek around with me, not even a novice or whatever, just to come back here and rehash all those memories?” My anger was surging through my body, boiling my blood. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was being unfair. He was helping me when he didn’t have to, and without him I would be screwed. But in that moment, I didn’t care.
    “Because I know what it feels like!” He