Twenty-Eight
Fae dressed in every color of the rainbow line the banks of the Neverending River. A little higher upstream, the Infinity Falls thunder down, creating a cloud of spray that reaches high into the air. I watch the spray and imagine all the places in our world where fae are gathering to say goodbye to their fallen loved ones.
This is my fourth celebration-of-life ceremony—the first three were for my mother, my father, and Reed—and it’s by far the largest. There are many who lost their lives in the past months. I’ve only been here with faeries before, but the mingling of races on the banks of this river is a testament to the way we came together to fight for our world.
Ryn lays a kiss on top of my head, and I lean against him for a while. Filigree wriggles in my pocket, then se
