A Faerie Secret

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Ariella, a 15-year-old girl, angered by her father, runs into the woods, and is able to see, and befriend a Faerie. What happens next is beyond her wildest imagination.

Submitted: October 03, 2014

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A Faerie Secret

Born to be together. Destined to be apart.
The tale of a girl who makes a decision that will change her life as she knows it, forever.
The tale of a father and a daughter.
A brother and a sister.
A first love.
A tale worth telling.

 

Part 1

I’m not like normal girls. I don’t enjoy sewing, or learning the names and meanings of flowers. Mother thinks it is unladylike of me to enjoy taking walks out in the big mysterious forest, where rumors of magick and danger are riddled into the bark of a tree. She also thinks a lady like me should not spend so much time reading and writing as I do. But somehow, my mother’s opinion does not bother me much. 

Ever since Calin was born, Mother ignored me. So I spent my time with Father, listening to his wise words and wondrous tales. He taught me to read and write. He taught me to be patient, to watch and learn. His love of the outdoors lives within me, I can feel it pulsing through my veins when I step into the murky green of the forest surrounding our castle walls. But there is one thing I never utter a word to anyone about. I can see and hear things, things no one else sees. 

My Mother locked me in my room for two weeks because she thought I was going mad, going on and on about magical creatures who talked to me. I was five at the time. Since then, I’ve never uttered a word of them to anyone. 

But I can still feel them around me, their eyes watching my every step, every breath, hearing every sigh, every heartbeat. The assurance that I am not alone comforts me and frightens me all the same. They are kind, lead me when I am lost, feed me when I am hungry. Yet, when I try to speak with them, they are gone. Disappearing in the blink of an eye, a flutter of wings, a soft breeze against my cheek. Faeries.

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“Adrielle, why are you so boring? Reading isn’t for girls,” Calin said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, and swordfighting is not for girls either, Calin.”

His frown made me smirk before going back to my book. The black hair he had inherited from Father glistened in the candle-light, the grey-green eyes staring at me, not lifting their gaze for a moment. I had meant to ask Father about it. Why Calin looked so much like our parents, and I did not have a single feature from them. 

I stood, placed my book carefully on the table, and started towards father’s office. 

“Where are you going, Adrielle?” Calin asked. I stopped at the door.

“To Father, I need to ask him something,” I looked over my shoulder before heading into the hallway.

“Oh,” he sounded disappointed, “okay.”

I left the room and walked through the murky halls.

As I neared, I heard hushed voices.

“Jeremiah, she must marry now! Otherwise we will never find a suitable husband.”

“No, Marissa, she’s only a girl,” Father’s voice complained.

“She is wild and reckless,” Mother hissed, “soon no one will want to marry her!”

“But, Marissa, she is too young!”

“Jeremiah, I want your bastard daughter out of my house!”

The sound of flesh against flesh as Father slapped her made me jump.

“You will not call her that,” the tone in his voice was a tone I had never heard before.

Footsteps towards the door alerted me that someone was coming. The door opened before I could hide and I stood before Marissa in stunned silence. For the first time in my life, I saw hatred in her eyes. Jealousy. 

Not the annoyance, anger or irritation that lingered in her eyes every time she looked my way, but actual hate. I shivered, and looked down at me feet. She scoffed at me and walked past without a word. I straightened my pale turquoise dress, and adjusted the corset that imprisoned my ribcage, before lifting my feet to walk into my Father’s office, careful not to show my slippers.

“Father?” I asked, and although I so wanted to be the lady that Mother, I mean, Marissa wanted me to be, my voice caught and I saw myself as a young girl standing scared and lonely in the dimly lit room.

“Yes, Adrielle, what is it?”

“Why did she call me a...a...a bastard?” The clump in my throat grew bigger.

“Adrielle, there is something you need to know,” he sighed, “Marissa is not your mother.”

“I heard that! I am very aware of that!” I screamed, “It’s the reason she has never once looked upon me with the love she has for Calin, why I bear no resemblance to her, or you for that matter!”

“Adrielle, I wanted to marry her, I did, but it was not possible, she would die if she were to be kept away from her world,”

“What do you mean, 'her world?!'”

“She said you would find out when the time was right.”

“What? What are you talking about Father? Who is my Mother?!”

“Go.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but I knew better. I had to dig my nails into my palms to keep from screaming at him, and I ran out, not caring whether Moth-, no, Marissa, saw or not. I would never call her Mother again, and I would never obey her command. I would be free from her grip. I ran through the halls, heading towards the east wing, which, after hours of searching, was where I had found the safest hidden tunnel that enabled me to get outside to the forest without any of my Father’s men seeing me. 

As I pushed the panel door in the wall, a summer breeze flowed through my hair, which had somehow loosened from it’s tight bun. I pulled it out, and let my hair hang in a braid, before unraveling that too. I stood with my hair almost to my hips, feeling the wind kiss my cheek, before wandering off to spread tales of unknown creatures. And then, I ran. My slippers broke beneath me, and I left them in tatters far behind without a second thought. 

The feel of the green grass through my toes made me sigh as I ran through the vast shades of green, the leaves rustling as I raced with the wind, the animals scattering long before I reached them, the eyes, watching. I burst into a thicket, and walked around in circles, trying to calm myself, before plopping down underneath a weeping willow. 

Somehow, the cage like arms of it made me feel safe inside it’s little cell where little sunlight reached the trunk of the tree. 

There was rustling, and soft breathing, but I ignored it. I did not care that They were watching. My whole life had been a lie. How would magical creatures help me? Suddenly, I heard something I had never heard a Faerie do. Whistling. I stood quickly, and started towards the noise. I pulled back the branches, and there he stood. A tall, beautiful stranger. 

His ivory skin looked luminescent against his blue-black hair. He stood there, in between two trees, the sun illuminating his body, as he stood there like an angel, in the light. He had reach towards a branch on one of the trees, and as he curled his fingers in his hand, red flowers bloomed from the branch.

“Hello?”

He turned around quickly, and I almost fainted. His hard, strong jaw matched fathers, and although father’s eyes were grey, this man’s silver eyes looked eerily like fathers. All his features were exaggerated. The black hair that shone blue, the porcelain white skin, the silver eyes, the square jaw. 

“Who are you?” he asked startled. A look of shock went over his face, and he stood in silence with his face contorted in a manner that was quite strange. His image flickered, as if he was a flame.

“Um, what are you doing?” I asked cautiously.

He gasped, “you can see me?”

“Well, of course, you’re standing right in front of me...”

“No no no no no, you aren’t supposed to be able to see me.”

“Well, I can.”

“Wait, are you of the Winter Fey?”

“No,” I laughed, “I’m very human.”

“Oh, you’re a Teller!”

“What’s that?” I was very confused.

“Teller’s. They lived many years ago, fae think they are all gone, but here you are, a Teller! They had the power to see the fae, and spread our teachings far and wide.”

“Hehe, okay, I am very confused now,” I looked him in the eye, “I am not a Teller, I am a normal human.”

“That’s impossible,” he said confidently, “I am a Faerie, and right now, I don’t want you to see me. Humans cannot see a Faerie who does not wish that human to see them.”

“So?”

“So, either you are Faerie, which you aren’t, or you’re a Teller.”

“Neither,” I said. Was he mad? 

“Well, who are you?”

“I don’t know,” I looked down and suddenly remembered my bare feet, “I mean, I do know my name, but, well, I don’t know who my mother is,” I admitted sadly.

“Really?” he said, “what happened?”

“Well, my father married another woman when I was small, so I always thought she was my mother, but she wasn’t,” I sighed, “I don’t know what happened to my mother. She had me and then she disappeared.”

“Wow,” he said, “I grew up without a father, so my mother, the Queen, raised me alone.”

“Don’t you have any siblings?” I said in dismay.
“No, my mother refused to marry after my father left, and when her brother died, she became Queen, and stopped waiting for my father to return completely.”

“What a tragic love story,” I couldn’t keep a tear from falling to my cheek.

“Yes, well, he’s probably dead now anyways,” his attempt at a nonchalant laugh was defective. 

I smiled sadly, casting my eyes down, pausing and looking him in the eyes again. 

“So you’re a Faerie, huh?”

His smile made me smile too, but then it froze, and his eyes widened. His breathing quickened, as if he just realised something.

“Oh god, I… I… I have to go! Human’s aren’t supposed to know Faeries exist!”

“Wait! But, I like you,” I said shyly, “ugh, I don’t know what I’m saying it’s just, I feel like I’ve known you from before, like it wasn’t a coincidence that we met here today, I think, it was fate. Destiny.”

He stopped, and turned slowly. 

“Can I trust you?”

“Your secret is safe with me,” I drew a cross just under my collarbone, “so far as anyone else knows, the Fae don’t exist,” I smiled gleefully up at him.

“Okay, but I must go, Mother will be wondering where I am,” he sighed, “it’s beginning to get dark.”

“Oh, yes, I must go as well,” I turned to leave when his voice stopped me.

“Wait, you can’t mean, walk alone in these woods?”
“Of course, why not?”
“It’s dark, it will be dangerous! Here, let me walk with you.”

“Very well,” I blushed before turning away.

We walked through the forest, undisturbed by the darkening night creeping onto us, as we talked about our similarities and differences, our likes and dislikes, until he stopped abruptly at the edge of the wood.

“I cannot go further,” he said, “it is forbidden.”

“Oh, okay, well then, good night….?” I was shocked that although I felt so close to this man, I did not know his name.

“Tyrin,” he chuckled, “and you?”
“Adrielle,” I said before turning away.

“Adrielle,” he whispered, “Good night Adrielle,”

“Shall we meet again?” I must have startled him.

“Same place, same time tomorrow?” he suggested.

“Yes! I will see you then! Goodbye Tyrin.”

“Goodbye.”.

...To be continued...


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