"God above," Zyre's surprised whisper was delivered to her through the bond, correcting all her suspicions.
They were the Fae
The Fae.
Gwen's blood ran cold as she looked at the three figures. They were Fairies, no doubt about it. Their pointed ears and fangs were a dead giveaway.
The Fae were humanoid creatures, with slender and lithe bodies. Their skin had a slight silvery tinge to it. They were dressed in flowing garments, with hoods that hid their faces in shadow.
All three of them were taking- no absorbing the life out of a young first year. She had seen him before. He was a fire wielder and a Drake trooper from Rose's class.
Gwen felt a wave of nausea as she watched the scene unfold. The young boy was lying motionless on the ground, and the Fae were seemingly siphoning the life out of him.
She couldn't let this happen. She had to help him.
