Mr. Faire Part Four (special preview)

“Is this true, Diamantaire?” His voice seethed like a simmering pot.

I nodded at him. “Yes, my friend,” I whispered. “I swear to you, I was only trying to help your sons! I simply wanted them to be happy and smile.”

Pan chuckled and lowered his hand down. “My, my, the innocence that you have.” He reached out and petted the top of my head between my horns. “Did I ask you to look after my blood?” He asked.

I looked up cautiously at him. “No, my dear friend.”

Pan sniffed and his smirk grew a little more wicked. “Did I ever tell you that my trees needed pruning?”

I shook my head. “No, my dear friend,” I whispered.

Pan clicked his tongue and nodded. “That is what I thought.” He grabbed one of my horns and snapped it off.

I cried out in pain. The agony was indescribable and I fell backwards, writhing on the ground. Pan stood over me and kicked me as hard as he possibly could.

“You do as I tell you!” He screamed at me. “That is your role! That is why I keep you here!” He kicked me again as I began to cry. “How pathetic you are!” He spat on me then tossed my horn aside. “Learn your lesson, Diamantaire. I named you. I gave you purpose. Do not disobey me again.”

He walked away, leaving me sniveling and whimpering on the ground. I shivered and convulsed as pain continued to ripple through my body and out of my broken heart.

“Let’s go,” I heard Puck whisper.

“We can’t,” Robin hissed softly. “It stood up for us.”

“Robin, don’t! We don’t know what that thing is!” Puck shouted after his brother.

Robin knelt down beside me and his small hand touched one of my arms. As I looked up at him, I saw the blood on his nose and the bruising under his eye. I reached up to touch him and he caught my hand in his. 

“Are you ok?” I whimpered.

Robin frowned down at me. “Why did you do that? Don’t you know who my dad is? You’re lucky he wasn’t mad today.”

“He’s my friend, he saved me,” I rose slowly from the ground. Puck had picked up my horn and was looking back at Robin and me.

“My dad isn’t friends with anybody,” Robin laughed. “The sooner you learn that, the better.” He then smiled at me, and for the first time, it was a truly kind smile. “I’m Robin, and that’s my baby brother, Puck.”

“I am not a baby!” Puck snapped.