Alyssa closed her eyes for a moment and let go of the world that was and the last fleeting image of Melbourne staring into her eyes after they had made love. She allowed the memories of her childhood to surface, and she was thankful for the training her father had given her.
Armor formed on her body, replacing the forest clothes she wore before, and it was unlike any armor the mortal realm could dream of manufacturing. It reminded her of a beetle’s carapace, yet smooth like metal, and encased her body naturally to allow ease of movement.
Her armor was silvery and black, but Mell once told her that every fairy’s armor came in its own colors. Even the helm protecting her face seemed so light and comfortable it might as well be another skin. Her family crest formed on the chest piece, and
