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  Light Fae Academy

  Year One

  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

  Other Books By Nala Kinglsey

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  Chapter 1

  “I can’t believe we only have two days until we’re off to the academy!” I say cheerfully, my wings fluttering like mad.

  “You’re going to make your wings fall off,” Bay grumbles.

  I smile at my twin. Looking at her is like looking in the mirror. We have the same super long white hair, purple eyes, and clear translucent wings. Now that we’re eighteen, we’re finally old enough to attend Light Fae Academy, and I can’t be more excited.

  “Why aren’t you ecstatic? We used to talk all the time about going,” I complain.

  “We were four.”

  “We were a lot older than four!”

  “What’s the big deal?” she asks.

  I hesitate and then beam. “We need new clothes, don’t you think?”

  Just like I knew they would, her eyes light up. “Yes! Who knows? Maybe the boys there will actually be hot.”

  I laugh. So far, our education has been a little boring, actually. It's only been at home, and if I'm honest, it's painful. There's no way she could actually want to continue to spend more time with our parents. They're… a little insufferable at times.

  No. More like all the time.

  “You think there will be a lot of the fairies from our town going?” I ask.

  “Ugh.” Bay rolls her eyes. “I sure hope not. Let’s hurry up and go.”

  We take off and fly over to the Thunder Market. It’s always raining above the stores, but everywhere else is perfectly dry. Since the sun is always shining, there are rainbows all over the place. It’s beautiful.

  Not only are their clothing shops here, but there are potions, accessories, hats, shoes, restaurants… Anything and everything a fairy could want. It's rare that an elf or dwarf will show up. I've never seen an angel or demon before, but I'm actually friends with a witch. Her name is Winter. No surprise, her magic is all water-based, just like her parents. Some witches can do anything and everything, while others only seem to have one or two elemental powers. Us fairies? We have powers linked to nature and, of course, can fly.

  I follow into a clothing store that has slits in the back for wings.

  Immediately, Bay bypasses rack after rack and heads to the back, turning her nose up at almost everything along the way.

  “What do you think about this?” Bay asks, eyeing an extremely revealing black something or other. I’m not even sure what it is or how much it would cover.

  “If you came home in that, Dad would clip your wings.”

  “Yeah, well, if I’m wearing that, I wouldn’t be coming home. That’s kinda the whole point.”

  I stare at her. “Bay, have you…”

  “Have I what?” she asks as she turns aside and flutters over to another display.

  I trail behind her and lower my voice. “Have you ever…”

  “Spit it out, Rosemary. Stop being so passive all the time.”

  I narrow my eyes at her. Mom’s always getting on me to be more assertive, but if you ask me, I’m just fine the way I am. I mean, sure, there are times when I can’t quite say what I want as eloquently as I want, but asking for anything is hard. I like to handle anything and everything that I can. Asking for help just isn’t something I can do.

  But this isn't asking for help. It's a deeply personal question about a topic our parents haven't talked to us much at all.

  “Have you ever had sex?” I blurt out.

  Bay’s wings stop fluttering, and she slowly drifts to the ground, her feet touching lightly. “Why, Rosemary, do you finally want to have your cherry popped?”

  “Bay, shut up.” I roll my eyes.

  "No, no. It's a good thing. You should. Maybe then you'll loosen up a bit. I mean, we're eighteen, and the most you've done is, what? Have you ever been kissed?"

  “Yes,” I say testily.

  “With tongue?”

  “Yes.”

  “Have you been kissed here?” she asks as she flies over to me and touches my boob.

  “Bay!” I look around wildly to make sure no one saw her.

  She just throws back her head and laughs. “What about here? Have you been kissed here?” She grabs her crotch.

  I blink a few times. “Do… Do guys really kiss girls down there?”

  Bay doesn’t move. She just stares at me and then tilts her head to the side. “You really are that naïve. Yes, guys really do do that.”

  I really hate her condescending tone. Sometimes, I wonder how we’re related, let alone twins.

  "Well, if they want her to orgasm, they do," she continues. "Sometimes, their cocks just aren't enough."

  “You’re so crude.” I pause. “Wait. Have you had multiple partners?”

  “Not at the same time, at least not yet.” She winks at me.

  “Bay!”

  “Yes?”

  I'm shocked, but maybe I shouldn't be. We might look alike, but we sure don't act alike. She's always been so much more confident in herself than I am, and you know what? Now is the time that changes. Why not? We're going to the academy, and there, I can reinvent myself. I don't have to be the good one all the time. I can grow and become the fairy I'm meant to be.

  So I look over the clothes with a more critical eye with the aim of buying a new outfit for the school. Bay suggests a few items, but I know she’s only doing so for a laugh because she wouldn’t be caught flying in any of them.

  “Let’s try another shop,” I say.

  Bay shrugs. “Sure. There’s nothing good here.”

  She flies off, and I narrow my eyes at her. How many things did she try to get me to buy? And nothing here is good enough for her, but it’s good enough for me.

  Ugh.

  I follow her down the street, weaving above and below other people. Some of the stores don’t have entrances on the street level, only higher up.

  “Hello, ladies,” a distinctly male voice says from behind us.

  I whirl around, but Bay stops and slowly looks over her shoulder. Her white hair half-covers her face and gives her a mysterious air. Honestly, she looks perfect, almost like an angel, and she seems so posed that she looks fake.

  The male fairy looks to be a little older than us, and he smiles warmly at us both. “What are you two doing here?” he asks.

  “Shopping,” I supply. “I mean, isn’t that why everyone’s here?”


  Bay chuckles, and I feel foolish. “Some like to just fly about,” she says.

  “I do enjoy that,” he says. “Fly anywhere and everywhere. You never know what you’ll find.”

  “Or who,” Bay purrs.

  I feel a little left out of the conversation, so I clear my throat. "We're going to the academy in a few days."

  He blinks a few times. “You’re that young?” he asks, his eyebrows coming together tightly.

  “It’s our last year,” Bay says smoothly.

  I gape at her. How is she able to lie like that? Fae can only tell the truth!

  He smirks. “Gotcha.” His gaze returns to me, and I do my best to look older and more sophisticated. “Do you know what you want out of life?”

  “To do whatever I want,” I say, figuring that has to be the perfect response.

  “Or to do whoever I want,” Bay interjects.

  He laughs. "A fairy after my own heart. I'm off to fly away and see the world. Just here to catch one last meal with friends before I go off. Maybe I'll see your wings later."

  “Maybe.” Bay returns his smirk.

  “Maybe,” I echo, and I flitter my fingers in a wave as he takes off.

  Instantly, Bay’s expression falls into a devastating frown. “Honestly, Rosemary, can you learn how to flirt some? You’ll never have sex if you can’t.”

  I swallow hard and say nothing.

  “He wasn’t just flirting with me. He was flirting with both of us. I tried to give you a shot, but…” She shrugs. “He was cute.”

  “I guess.” I can’t even recall what he looked like, his hair or eye color.

  “I swear, it’s as if you aren’t interested in guys.”

  “I am! I just… I’m not you,” I finish lamely.

  “Just be yourself, okay?” Bay asks, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You’ll be happier that way. A virgin, yes, but a happy one.”

  She flies off.

  I sigh and opt to shop alone. Maybe she has a point, and I shouldn’t try to reinvent myself. For the most part, I am happy.

  But I do feel like I’m missing out on certain things, and to learn that Bay’s so far ahead of me makes me feel inadequate.

  “I’ll have my day to fly toward the sun,” I murmur to myself. “I will.”

  Chapter 2

  Two days later, I'm ready to burst out of my wings. I've changed into and out of so many outfits that my room looks like Bay's with clothes all over the place. Finally, I opt for jeans. I attached twin black with white dots belts near the button and zipper and have them dangling against my upper thigh and wrap around to attach in the back. My top is black, long-sleeved and off the shoulders, with ringed circles cutout along the rolled-down collar. On the bottom on either side are two more ringed circles, but they aren't cutouts. My mid-drift is showing, which is scandalous for me, but it's only just showing. Well, more than just a bare flash of skin, but not enough to make Dad furious. That wouldn’t do, for him to yell at me on my way flying out the door my first day of class.

  I opt to wear my hair down but feathered back above my ears. Satisfied with my appearance, I fly over to Bay’s room. “Well?” I ask, trying not to be nervous.

  She takes one look at me and turns away. She’s wearing a matching black bra and panty set, and I really hope she’s not planning on wearing just that to the first day at the academy.

  Bay flitters over to her bureau and then flies back over to me, tossing something my way. I catch it and gasp.

  “Are you sure, Bay?” I ask eagerly, not daring to believe she would let me wear this.

  “Go ahead.”

  “But you saved up for a year to buy it! You never wanted me to even breathe on it!” I hold up the stunning necklace. A gorgeous purple crescent hangs from the black cord, five crystals in the shape of beads on either side.

  “You can keep it,” Bay says casually.

  “Are you serious?” I shriek.

  “Is something wrong?” Mom calls from somewhere in the house.

  “I don’t think I’ll wear it again, so, yeah, you can have it,” Bay says. “It’s so damn infuriating, though! I have nothing to wear.”

  There are clothes articles literally everywhere in her room, on her bed, on the floor, on the sill of both arched windows, on her clothes rack, the knob of her door, on her desk, and hanging out of every drawer of her bureau as well as on top. Her closet door is open, and that’s not any better, considering there are clothes off the hangers, on the floor, and on the shelf above the hangers.

  “You’re welcome to borrow anything from me,” I say, even though I already know the answer.

  Bay just makes a face, sighs, and grabs a light purple dress. “Do you have scissors?”

  “Just a sec.”

  I fly back to my room, grab the scissors from my desk drawer, and return. She takes the scissors and cuts long strips into the skirt. Quickly, she puts the dress on and grabs a thick purple belt. Bay flitters to her mirror and tucks some of the slits and wraps them around the belt so that patches of her legs are visible. It completely transforms the dress from the one I have that makes us look like fairy princesses and turns her into some kind of fairy succubus.

  She runs her fingers through her hair. “I guess this’ll have to do,” she says dramatically.

  “You don’t like it?”

  “You know I’ve been wanting to color it for ages.”

  “Yes, but…”

  “We don’t have to match,” she says.

  “Oh, I know.”

  We haven’t worn matching outfits since we were wee little fairies. Even I didn’t care for that because no one could tell us apart, but Mom insisted. Eventually, I was painting one day, trying to infuse some magic into my artwork, and Bay came by. She said I couldn’t, and we fought, and paint got everywhere, including on ourselves. My light blue shirt became mostly white, whereas Bay got black all over hers.

  “Can we go now?” I ask.

  “Don’t worry. We won’t be late.” Bay rolls her eyes. “You do not want to be labeled a teacher’s pet already, do you? Teacher’s pets don’t get laid—Mom. Hi. What do you think?”

  I glance over to see Mom hovering in the doorway. Please don’t let her have heard Bay!

  “I think you should leave before your father sees you,” she says dryly.

  With short white hair and blue eyes, Mom looks more like our older sister than our mother. Dad has red eyes and black hair, his wings a translucent black color. Their combined eye coloring is why my twin and I have purple eyes.

  “We’re going,” Bay says, almost squealing, for once acting her age. I swear, ever since she turned ten, she’s been trying to act as if she’s at least five years older than she actually is. It annoys Mom to no end, and it irritates me too.

  Now, though, I understand at least a little. She’s trying to stretch her wings, and I want to too.

  I reach for Bay’s hand. She shoots past me, but Mom moves to block her. Bay sighs, holds out her hand, and lowers her head, which causes her hair to fall forward and cover her face.

  Mom insisted that we fly to school hand-in-hand, at least for the first day of school. I don’t want to either, if I’m honest, but I want Mom happy. It’s so much easier to have her happy than upset with me.

  We zoom out of the top of the trunk of our house. All of the fairies live in hollowed-out trees. Our magic keeps the tree alive and growing despite our intrusion.

  As soon as we’re far enough away that our parents can’t possibly see us, I release her hand.

  Bay zooms forward and twists around to see me, flying backward. “The light fairy doesn’t want to listen to Mom? How utterly shocking.”

  “Bay, stop. I don’t want to fight. I want today to be a good day.”

  “A good day? Or a fun day?” She waves at me and then takes off, heading toward the academy, but somehow, I have a feeling she might not go straight there.

  That’s okay. She can do what she wants, and I’ll do what
I want.

  It only takes me ten minutes to reach the academy. I could’ve been here in half the time, but I don’t want my hair to be all crazy and windblown.

  With stones and trees, turrets and arches, the buildings of the academy look like cottages and castles. Moss and flowers grow along the fence at the entrance and some of the buildings too.

  “Look how awestruck the newbie is,” a girl with blue hair says as she flies by.

  She and the boy beside her laugh.

  When he draws up short, she does too. He eyes me and then turns to the girl. “You would think she’s never gone to school before.”

  Flustered, I lift my nose into the air. “I haven’t been to school before.”

  They laugh all the more.

  “I mean, my parents, they…” I trail off. The fairies are flying away, still laughing, and I grimace.

  So far, today isn’t going the way I wanted it to at all, but that’s all right. The day hasn’t really started yet.

  Even though I’ve already memorized my schedule, I pull it out. Potions. Counterspells. The Magic of Music. Alchemy. Divination. I’m looking forward to all of them, and I really hope that next year, I can take Illumination. Healing would be a lot of fun too. I’ve shown some promise there. At least, Mom said I did, but maybe I really don’t. It’s hard to know how I measure up to others considering our parents have forced us under lock and key somewhat. Because Bay showed a tendency toward being a rebel from an early age? Not really, even if that is true. My parents and everyone in the nearby towns and cities live outside of the fairy courts. There’s a little less law and order, and that’s not something my parents wanted for their daughters. They’ve talked about relocating a hundred times, but I don’t think they ever will because once you taste freedom, it’s intoxicating. At least, that’s what Bay always says whenever I get worried that our parents might actually force us to move this time.