Violet Storm

Violet Storm
Tuesday Morrigan
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Copyright ©2007 Tuesday Morrigan

I was sipping my Bloody Rose when I heard him. Nature had deemed that the cyclops race was gifted with incredible hearing to make up for their lack of 20/20 vision.

Thankfully I got perfect vision from my mother and perfect hearing from my father. I picked up on him and his friends because they were talking about me. It was like my ear had a homing device. Even though to everyone around me I was idly sipping my bright red, outrageously intoxicating drink, I was listening intently to every word he and his friends said.

"That's not funny, man," the white-haired male said. With the male's snow-colored hair and astounding features I knew he was a unicorn. The race was characterized with its pure, unadulterated beauty.

The tall, ebony-haired leprechaun beside the unicorn nudged him. "Seriously, man. She's kind of cute. Actually, she's kind of sexy," he whispered before sipping from his drink.

I smiled to myself. I was kind of sexy. Hell! I was damned sexy.

"For a mixture, you mean?" the unicorn said scornfully.

"I bet you a thousand cipros you can't get her to kiss you." I turned my head at that. I couldn't help it. The dark deep voice that had spoken had captured my attention with its first syllable. That and the fact that the man was willing to bet a thousand cipros on me.

Oh my gods! My eyes almost fell out of my head when I saw who had made the bet. He was an Elf, one of the former cherished races. And judging by his stance and the mark on his heavily muscled bicep, he came from the royal family of Elves. He could afford to pay a thousand cipros on a bet. He could afford to pay a million cipros on a bet. He was, after all, the best of the best.

I sighed and turned away. Any second now the unicorn would saunter up to me. Several hundred years ago, there had been an institutionalized class system for the OtherKin. Every race had been placed in the hierarchy. Those on top were cherished. Those on the bottom were not. And mixing between the races had not been allowed. Children deemed "breeds" or "mixtures" had been executed at birth.

Some felt that the old classist society was better than the new, liberated system. Obviously the unicorn felt that way. "I'll bet you five thousand cipros you can't get her to kiss you." Unicorn had said the words. I didn't dare turn to see whom he was speaking with. But somehow my body knew who was on the other end of the statement. I tightened up with fear.

"Please, don't take the bet. Please don't take the bet…" I muttered to myself a thousand times over.

Mira turned to me. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

I shook my head furiously. Please don't take the bet, I screamed inside.

"Deal," the dark deep voice said.