The penultimate chapter of Fey World will be on Literotica soon. We'll get to a preview in a moment but I wanted to take some time to reflect on it.

I have a confession: I wrote this story with no summary or outline until chapter 20. Eep! If it ever seems disjointed, that's why. The very first lines came to me while I was...sitting on the toilet. The idea of the last Viking fleeing from a monster and stumbling onto something magical hit me. Three mysteries in one, science fiction...I HAD to write it! I normally get this feeling, write a few lines, stop, do the summary and outline and character bios, but this time it just kept going.

It goes to show the summary and outline are not always vital when you're writing for fun. If I ever wanted to publish this I could fix any continuity errors in editing, easily. However at Chapter 20 it became clear from the way it was going that without a summary it would never end. I rather love this story and seriously, I could write it forever and ever. However we're inching up to 100,000 words so it's time to end it. So I wrote a summary and kept it in the document at the end as nothing more than a writing guide. One more chapter to go after this one!

Moral of the story for writers? Summaries really help, and it's never to late to create one. And now, for the readers, a sneak peek at Chapter 24 of Fey World:

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I’d been warned, but nothing prepared me for the magic of becoming Fey. The Fey gods temple was like the human, shining white marble in a clearing in the forest. Inside the circle of light flowers floated to the ground, whole flowers, not  just the petals of the human gods.

They’d let me wear my sword, it felt so good to have it on and know I could lift it. The ride over on horseback was feeing my first trip out since the birth. Through it all they’d heaped warnings on me, tales of other humans who had visited the temple and gone mad.

Now I understood. I felt it in me, magic. Before I felt it along my skin, inside me, but always an outside force. Now I was one with it, and I felt all of Fey. The Fey people, the animals, the entire kingdom…I was one with it.

I laughed and swung in a circle, realizing my hair was loose. The color was strange, like living flame and I stopped, holding the ends and staring.

“Oh.”

My husbands watched me. “Hannah?”

“Anni?” They asked in turn.

“I’m fine, but it feels so…this is how you feel all the time?”

They nodded.

I could only laugh. “It’s amazing, you’re amazing!”

“You looked good as a Fey…” Angoralt said, implying a but was about to come.

“But I prefer you as you are.”

I wished for a mirror and suddenly it was there in my hands. I was…glowing. I blushed and a rosy light hit the mirror. My eyes danced like a summer sky and my hair seemed to move like flame though it lay still.

“Oh, my.”

“You would have made an excellent Fey,” a woman’s voice said suddenly, more than one voice in chorus, actually.

I jumped and saw standing by us were three women. They were all tall and lovely, but seemed to have the same face at different ages. One was young and slim, one was mature and curvaceous, and the other was old and strong. They were dressed in gowns very much like mine, the colors split down the middle, reflecting the colors of the Seelie and Unseelie courts.

My husbands knelt and I followed suit, lowering my head. Something told me not to curtsy, just a feeling, and they murmured approval and bade me to rise.

I did and my husbands remained kneeling.

“I would look upon your face, child,” they said in unison.

Hands reached forward to my chin, raising it, though they were of an eye with me. Behind them three chairs appeared and after looking me over they sat, and I realized there were three different men behind them, each one of an age matching the one before him.

“My consorts. You are very brave child, and have weathered so much.”

This was not exactly a compliment and so I merely nodded.

“You are a woman worthy of being our doom.”

Without being given leave the kings’ heads snapped up and they rose, pressing to my sides. Facing gods with fathomless eternal eyes it did not balk at the protection.

“I am no one’s doom!”

“All things must pass,” the three said as one. “It is nothing to lament. Our times grows short on this plane, as do your human gods. Soon we must leave and this world will change.”

“So you consent to one, united Fey?” Elfgwyven asked, arm around my waist. Angoralt’s joined his and I felt their tension.

“Of course, child. We knew this was the path but only your bride could bring about this fate.”

“You didn’t tell us! Why!?!” Angoralt growled.

“If you had known what awaited you, the path would not have been the same. Do not questions me, I am your god!”

The anger around me was palpable, and I wriggled out from their grasp. “What is to come?”

Six empty black eyes swung to me, and I realized within each orb I could see the sky at night, endless and broad. It was the human sky, not the Fey.

“You are wise beyond your years. This is why you were chosen.”