Well I got two pokes. *sniggers* And then found myself reluctant to put it up anyhow. silly me. Its a part of me I haven't revealed much of on my blog I guess. Soooo put yourself into a fantasy mind set, and enjoy. Or skip it if fantasy isn't your gig. Cause this is totally a foo-foo story.
This is written about one character who I have *just* begun to write a bit of. And another character who has lived in my head along time, but I haven't found the right place for her to live. And now your thinking I've lost it. Its okay, I didn't understand until two ladies led me to some facinating boards several years ago. *giggles*
Oh yes...and when I began to write Taylie....I had something *totally* different in mind for her...and had no connection between these two characters. And suddenly they just clicked together. And one thinks they can control what they write.
Beginnings and Endings
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” The blonde haired elf screamed over and over. The anger and grief she felt as she saw the dead bodies of both her parents and her husband overwhelmed her. She ran through the house frantically looking for her daughter, praying beyond some hope that she had been hidden, safe from whoever had done this terrible deed. As she ran she completely missed the fact that there was still someone in the house.
A bald man stood quietly beside a door admiring the view of the blonde elf. He nodded his head quietly to the two female slaves who stood beside them. “Bind her.” He spoke softly. The women frowned but quietly used their magic and did as they were told. Immediately Tres froze in mid scream. She could see, hear, feel, and speak but not move. “Leave us alone.” The man commanded to the blonde serfs. They quickly obliged they had no wish to see what was to take place.
As Maureen and Crystal left the room the screams grew louder and louder. The slaves sighed quietly. They had heard it before, they would hear it again and yet to protect their own children held hostage by this man they could do nothing. The blondes headed outside desperate to get away from the sound. As they walked into the yard they noticed a rose bush quivering. Maureen looked at Crystal with a question in her eye. Crystal bent down and peered through the bushes. “Hello?” She asked.
A small girl no older then three years old peered out of the bush. “Shhhhh!” She said holding her finger up. “Grandpa told me not to talk to strangers.”
Crystal got down on one knee. “Its okay sweetie, we won’t hurt you. But you’re not safe here. We must hide you better, while you have a chance.” Maureen shuddered. “We can’t, we’ll pay for it.” Crystal shook her head no in argument. “We must, we can help this one, and if we hurry no one will know.” Maureen sighed for Crystal was too softhearted. She turned her back. “You’re on your own with this.” She said. She wouldn’t reveal the secret, but she also wouldn’t help.
Crystal gestured to the little girl. “Come here sweetie, lets get you farther away, you’re not safe here.” The little girl shook in fear, but came to the woman assuming that only men were strangers. She crawled out of the rose bush and stood close to Crystal not willing to make eye contact.
Crystal bent down and picked up the girl. “I’m Crystal, lets get you out of here, fast.” She began running in the direction of the woods she could see. “Surely there must be a safe place in the woods.” She muttered to herself as she ran. “What’s your name honey?” She asked as she continued to move into the safety of the large cedar trees she saw in front of them.
The little girl whispered. “Taylie.” “What a pretty name, for a pretty little girl.” The blonde slave said whispering back. “Now where is a good place to hide?” She said looking around frantically. And then she saw it a large tree, or rather five large trees that had grown close together. In the middle was a dark hole that you couldn’t see unless you peered hard through the branches. She doubted her boss would be so thorough. “Climb in there Taylie, and pull the branches over your head. Don’t move until your mommy comes for you.” Crystal didn’t bother mentioning her mother might not come. She hoped someone was alive to take care of the winsome youngster. “Remember be very very quiet.”
Taylie nodded her head and burrowed into the tree. She had played hide and seek with her father before and was very good at it for one so young. She pulled branches over her head, and was soon fast asleep.
Time went on; the hairless man had left, the spell wore off. And a tortured and wounded female elf lay on her childhood bed unable to move. Tres had no tears left, no emotion left. She was just tired, and refusing to allow herself to feel. Hours, days, she had no idea how much time passed until one thought rose to Tres’ mind. Taylie “Taylie?” She spoke out loud in a whisper. “I must find her, if she’s still alive.”
This time however she wouldn’t shout. The man whoever he was might still be lingering. She opened her mind and used her telepathic abilities to see if she could sense any beings near-by. The house seemed empty. She continued to lay still. She was unsure if she could move or not. She was bleeding from many places. A moan escaped her lips as she struggled to sit up. She wanted to cry mommy. But her mother was dead in a nearby room. She struggled all the way up. “Must, move.” She said out loud. It made the silence around her deafening.
Once Tres stood up she began to think a bit better. She stumbled outside to the well and began to pump water. Soon her face was clean, and her wounds purified of the bald man germs. She needed bandages to wrap several spots. She needed a healer for some of the others. She had deep gashes from her neck down across her breasts. She found some moss her family often used for healing and packed it tightly on these wounds. It would stop the bleeding and keep things clean.
These rituals completed her worries about her child could no longer be abated. “Taylie? Taylie?” She called quietly, and then increasingly louder. “TAYLIE?” She was beginning to grow frantic praying that at least one member of her family was alive. If she’d lost her child…she couldn’t and wouldn’t allow herself to go there, or to even contemplate the thought.
In the meantime Taylie had had a long nap. She woke up confused as to where she was. “Daddy? Mommy?” she called under her bed of branches. Daddy and mommy didn’t answer. “DADDY? MOMMY? GRANDPA? GRANDMA? UNCLE SOREN?” She called loudly. And then she remembered. She was supposed to be quiet. Mommy was hurt, she was supposed to play hide and seek. But the game had gone on so long, and nobody had come. Taylie began to cry. She wanted her mommy, she wanted her blanky, and she was hungry.
Small fae began to flit around her. They could sense something was wrong, but were unable to communicate with the wee elf. One fae dropped a couple big berries in front of the little girl. Taylie grabbed them greedily and began to eat. They were good. “Tank you.” She said politely as her parents had taught her. “Do you know where my mommy is?” She asked. The fae just continued to swirl around and one dropped a couple more berries. “Your no good, no help.” The youngling said shaking her small finger at them. The fae didn’t like the anger and quickly flew off looking for something else to entertain them, one of them snatching Taylie’s hair ribbon away as it went.
“MOMMY!” The little girl screamed one last time. And then just melted into silence. There was no mommy, no daddy she was alone.
Meanwhile Tres was beginning to come to the same conclusion. There was no Taylie, no husband, no parents she was alone.
And the same small fae came and danced around her. One of the wee fae was flying around in the air doing air acrobatics with a swirling blue ribbon. Tres was not impressed with the company. “Go away, leave me alone.” She said angrily. The fae continued to prance around. The small one with the ribbon began to swirl the ribbon around Tres’ face. Tres stared at it. “That, that’s, my daughters.” She said. The fae began to bounce up in down with excitement. “Give that to me!” She demanded fiercely. The fae darted out of the blonde elves reach. Tres darted after her as quickly as her wounds would allow her to. “Come back with that, its mine!”
The fae continued to dance staying just out of the elves reach, and leading Tres consistently closer to Taylie. Tres was distraught enough that she didn’t realize what the fae were doing. Instead all she could see or hear was the grief of losing all of her family except her brother who was currently traveling some unheard of place.
And then all of a sudden there in front of her was Taylie. “TAYLIE!” Tres cried out with joy. “Oh, baby, your okay.” She said sweeping her daughter up in her arms and rocking her to herself. Taylie just held onto her mother for dear life. “Mommy, you was losted.” She said touching her mommy's tears. “Don’t do that again.” She said sternly.
Tres stared at her daughter with grief in her eyes. It wasn’t safe here. They couldn’t stay. She only knew the world her brother had gone to, not the actual place. And any minute the bald man and his lapdogs could return. “Baby, we’re going to need to leave soon.” She said thinking out loud. “Mommy didn’t want to be lost, I would have much rather been with you.”
Tres couldn’t think of the nightmares she would have for the rest of the life, she just needed to assure hers and her daughter’s safety. “First, first we need to say goodbye to grandma and grandpa and daddy. They have moved on.” She said hesitatingly searching for words to explain why the permanent fixtures in her daughter’s life were gone. She had none. “Sweetie, stay here for a bit, your safe here, mommy will be back.” Taylie nodded her head without truly understanding and longed for her blanky and her daddy in that order.
Tres quickly shifted into her other form that of a golden dragon. She then made her way above the trees and over the house that had been her home all of her life. She opened the bellows of fire in her lungs and began to torch the house. She had no time to bury her family, so instead she would give them burial by fire. In a moment of weakness she thought of hers and her daughters clothing, their special treasures, but shook her head and continued to flame. Things could be replaced, people could not. She had to run, she had to find her brother.
As the flames began to incinerate her house she heard the sound of someone coming. Panic mode set in she couldn’t be found. The magic that had been used against her was powerful. She had to flee. She had to run. If she had only stopped and looked around she would have noticed her brother coming back home. Instead she panicked and ran.
Her brother Soren was standing there not understanding. He was returning home with his bride. From his eyes it appeared his sister the golden dragon had lost her sanity and scorched his parents while they slept in their house. He burned with anger, and swore vengeance on his sister. “I will find her, and find out why.” He screamed with grief. “I will never become her, a dragon, capable of killing my own family.” He said as tears poured down his face.
Tres remained oblivious to this drama. She landed quickly beside her daughter snatching her up in her dragon claws as she had many other times and flying fast and far away. She had to find Soren; she had to find help. The only piece of information she had about where he went was it was a planet named Terra. She had no idea how big that planet was, but it was a start. She opened a portal and flew in her daughter still tight in her grasp.
The place she found was cold. The wind was blowing in a fierce gale. Snow and ice whipped around. Hold on Taylie; Tres sent telepathically to her daughter. It was a barren place, a few shrubby trees no obvious houses. Tres shuddered with cold and with fear. She couldn’t believe this was where her brother had gone. But her wounds were catching up with her, even in another form. She had to rest, she had to have a save haven for Taylie. She was fading fast. The strength to open another portal wasn’t in her.
She landed hard on the ground just barely avoiding hurting Taylie as she did. A moment later Tres lapsed into unconsciousness returning as she did to her elven form.
Taylie was crying again. It had been a long day she hadn’t eaten anything except those few berries, and now her mommy was not talking to her. She decided she had, had enough. It was time to go for help. The cold was daunting and she wasn’t wearing a coat. It had been mid-summer at home. If the fates had been against her she would have been dead in minutes. Fortunately for her however a barn was close by and she quite literally bumped into it. She made her way to the door and walked inside. “Soo-ee-ad.” She said trying to imitate her parents Suliad. “Soo-ee—ad?” She called out again.
A farmer who had been quietly milking his one cow jumped startled at the sound of the small voice. He soon found the maker of the small sound. “Hello, where did you come from?” He asked gently. Taylie smiled, she had found a nice man. But she didn’t understand any of his words. He spoke a language she had never heard. She tried to tell about her mother needing help. She babbled on and on. But the man just shook his head in puzzlement. “Your going to freeze out here, where’s your parents? You sure are a long way from nowhere for such a tiny little half pint.” He said talking on unsure what to do with the wee one. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up.” Taylie was safe and cared for. As the weeks went by she would wake up screaming from a nightmare. The people she would come to know, as parents would comfort her, and sing her back to sleep. The nightmare would fade and she would forget that she had come from another world. She would forget how her mother had saved her. The only thing she would have was a small ruby necklace she wore around her neck. It was a gift from her recently deceased biological grandmother.
Tres in the meantime wafted in and out of unconsciousness. She only stayed alive because of the hearty nature of her elven self. When she finally came to enough to begin to seek help she could remember nothing of whom she was, or how she’d gotten there. She had no recollection of family, no recollection of home, no recollection of her magic. She stumbled in the opposite direction her daughter had gone. Eventually her walking led her to an empty highway, where a not-so-nice trucker picked her up. The terror of a new life with no hope began.
And thus began two new lives. One would live a life of terror, the other a life of comfort. Do the two find each other? The answer for that is for another day.
Maybe I'll get her inspired to read on her own one way or another. *giggles* Now she's sounding out r-a-th-e-r. *sniggers*
I think I like my old camera better then my new one. *sigh* 
Rob is planning on using the daily lessons as part of the morning Bible ritual. Its fun to see family interactive worship. 
