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tumbled into a universe where pain seems to rule, and life itself feels like a fitful fever.
    Without warning I feel myself changing, evolving, leaving behind the girl I had been and becoming someone I don’t recognize. For many of us, that is a good thing—change, growing, opening up—but I am not so sure it is for me. I was all sunshine and light once—a butterfly flitting happily along. Now? Now, that butterfly is gone, probably never to return. No … no butterfly here.
    My life has never been simple, but it has always been stupendously happy. I am twenty years old—almost twenty-one—and lucky enough to have my mom’s (who is pinch-me beautiful) golden, wonderfully thick, long hair and my dad’s deep green eyes. I am about five feet five, which isn’t tall compared to my parents.
    I have always been surrounded by great friends and family—pampered, petted, and loved.
    Can’t look at my friends and family now—don’t want to hear them trying to make each other laugh in the midst of our tragedy. Don’t want to see them smile. Something inside me has broken out of its shell, and it is dark …
    I have found too often that matters are rarely as simple as they seem. That is probably because I have never believed that morals, rules, and lives are absolutes. They are definitely not black and white things—to me. I have always thought that the shades of gray dominate the world we live in. I have always felt that some laws needed bending—some righteous morals were too high to attain, some ethics unreasonable for the average man or woman to hold onto and still make it through life.
    My dad often told me that if I continued down such a lax and easy road, it would bring me into a world of confusion, heartache, and pain. So, for him, I tried to think in black and white. However, there are consequences to rigid beliefs, terrible consequences. Complications arise if you cannot bend …
    My dad paid the ultimate price for doing what he believed was right, true, and ethical! He didn’t play dirty. It was black and white for him, but you see, it wasn’t black and white for his wicked, evil, and unethical opponent. You can’t be that upstanding do-gooder when you face down evil, not if you want to win.
    My dad was a Druid high priest, but he was human. He was the best of all men that ever walked this earth, but being the best didn’t save him.
    Seeing in black and white didn’t come to his rescue, and it won’t come to mine. I am not even sure I see shades of gray any longer. It seems everything is clouded in black.
    I should tell you right up front: I am not quite human.
    I am Fae on my mother’s side, and the Fae in me alters my perception of human ethics.
    Fae see things ringed in forever. Right there—it changes everything. One more thing: my mom is a Daoine princess, which makes me a Daoine Royal.
    So, there you are. Not only am I Fae, but I am a Royal from the highest caste of Fae. That is what complicates matters for me now a whole lot. It never did before. My mom had been determined to keep us in the human world—to keep things simple. It was a good idea at the time, but no longer.
    My dad—definitely all human, but just a tad more than human, as the MacDaun line dated all the way back to the beginning, to the Treaty between Fae and Man. They were all Druid high priests. When a woman was born to MacDaun instead of a son, she took the MacDaun name and trained as a priestess. The Druids like the Fae honor the female.
    As unique as this tale may seem to you, I am here to tell you that it is not. What is unique is that I am telling you about it. These are secrets the Fae and Druids never disclose—but things have changed, and you need to know as much as you can.
    There are children of Fae/human unions walking all over the Earth. Many of them are movie stars and rock stars you adore. However, none of them are immortal like their one immortal parent—usually the males of the Fae. And never before my mother