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.
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.
“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?!”
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. He was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen.
To Be Continued...