“How dare you defy me!” Queen Muirgan
shrieked.
Quinn
found himself shackled to a jagged obsidian wall in a dark chamber… the Chamber
of Pain. He refused to cry out as Queen Muirgan drew a claw down his back
producing yet another spate of blood from him.
“Blessed be,
Muirgan, Queen of Flesh and Bone, Bearer of the Hands of Fire and Water. It
could not be helped, me beloved queen,” he choked out.
She seized a
handful of Quinn’s hair and wrenched his head back until his long neck became
an exposed line of flesh, his pulse beating against his skin like the wings of
a trapped hummingbird. “How do you do that,” she sneered.
“What ye mean to
ask, me queen?” He fought to keep his voice calm, to hide the fear she
instilled in him, for she would feed off it to fuel her rage.
“Pay due respect
when I cause you pain.”
“I live to serve
ye, me queen.”
She released her
hold on his hair and pushed his head away. The abrupt movement caused his front
to connect with the sharp protrusions of the obsidian wall. They sliced into
his skin and rendered his chest and stomach a red ruin to match his back.
“You never fail to
say whatever I wish to hear, and you manage to fill it with enough truth that
you aren’t forsworn by the Host. I absolutely hate that about you!”
He winced and
rested his forehead against the jagged wall. He’d worked hard to be worthy of
her love and approval and, despite his efforts and centuries at Court, he’d
never won her over. Or developed skin thick enough to tolerate her criticism.
He could bear her physical torture, but her verbal and emotional abuse shredded
and scarred his very essence. With his neck no longer hyperextended, his
voice was steadier. “Forgive me, me queen. I beg ye, tell me what I have done
to displease ye this time.”
She stalked around
him, the many layers of her gown slithering across the floor. “How dare you
ignore me when I call!”
“It could not be
helped, me queen. Ye ask me to watch over the lad. I be doin’ it when ye
call.”
She wrenched his
head back again causing his spine to bow, and he knew she could snap his neck
with little more effort. It wouldn’t kill him, but he didn’t want to spend the
rest of his life paralyzed from the neck down. He’d seen what his queen did
with damaged fae. She kept them as nothing more than toys to torture, storing
them in a great silver vault only to pull them out when the mood struck her. He
would allow himself to fade before he became a victim of her cruelty any more
than he already was.
“You were to do
nothing more than protect him! Now, you have not only exposed us, but you have
enchanted him! An act so forbidden that, but for me, you would spend the next
millennium in the Darkling Court!” Her shriek pierced his ears as her claws
pierced one of his wings and drew down on the delicate veil, leaving it in
tatters.
This time he did
cry out as blood ran. “I did not, me queen! I swear it!”
She canted her
head and leered at him, a buzzard eyeing its carrion before plucking the orbs
of its eyes out and swallowing them whole. “You wouldn’t swear such a thing,
lest it be true.” Her voice was now a smooth, low contralto.
“Ye know I cannot
lie, me beloved queen,” he panted through the pain.
Her fist tightened
in his hair. “Tell me what you did!” she shrieked and shook his head.
She used force enough he thought his neck
would snap, and he didn’t want to tell her anything. Not for fear of what she
would do to him, but for fear of what she would do to Merry.
She pulled back
and down, bowing his spine to the point he was nearly folded in half. “Tell me,”
she growled.
“The enchantment
be his,” he choked out, defeated.
She righted him,
the whiplash velocity of the movement sending daggers of pain dancing through
his essence, and he thought he might pass out.
She grasped his
hair and turned his head so he faced her, her fiery red eyes gone dead as a
winter sky with disbelief. Without glamour to give her beauty, she was hideous
in her natural state, and she didn’t wear surprise well. “Are you trying to
tell me that he bears a showing of magick?” she hissed.
“Aye,” Quinn
breathed in defeat.
A small laugh
escaped her, the high-pitched titter leaving a sickening dread in Quinn’s
veins.
“And you have
been enchanted by him? A half human, no less?”
Quinn closed his
eyes and swallowed hard. “Aye, me queen.”
She abruptly
released him and danced around the chamber, her cackle long and loud.
The manacles that
held Quinn prisoner fell away, and he dropped to the floor, landing hard on his
hands and knees as pain seared every fiber of his being. He thought to get to
his feet, and then thought better of it. To rise without permission would only
earn him more punishment. He kept his head bowed, his long red hair a
convenient curtain to hide his pained expression.
“You have always
been so bloody weak!” Without warning, her slippered foot connected with the
side of his head and he went sprawling onto the floor. “Get up!” she shrieked.
He willed himself
to stand as he fought pain and the fiery sting of
his shredded wing. He dared not meet her eyes. His bare foot slipped in blood pooled
on the floor and he caught himself against the wall, tearing a serrated wound
in the palm of his hand.
“What else does
the boy show?”
“Naught more as of
yet, me queen.”
She put a clawed
fingertip to his chin and slowly lifted his face. He had no choice but to meet
her eyes. “You speak true, my weakling.”
He wasn’t weak. In
fact, he was far more powerful than she. If only she knew his lifelong desire
for her love and approval was all that kept him from slaying her. “I do, me queen.”
She released his
chin, her sharp claw slicing skin as it left him. Warm blood trickled down his
throat to pool in the hollow of his neck. “All the more reason to protect him.
Stay with him all hours of the sun and moon from now on.”
Being away from
the mound denied him the eidos of Fairy, and the very essence that kept him
alive. She’d sent him away so often over the past century it was all he could
do to last enough hours in a day to protect Merry without beginning to
fade. “Ye know I cannot, me queen.”
“You will!” she
shrieked.
Her water magick
filled the air and he began to drown, as if water was truly filling his lungs. “Great
Mother, I beg ye. Please do not punish me for something ye have done to me!”
Her magick ebbed,
a wicked wave withdrawing from his battered essence, and he gasped and gulped
air as fast as he could.
“Ah, yes,
sometimes I forget myself,” she said through a cackle.
Quinn tried to
stand erect but didn’t have the strength.
“Very well. I
return your ability to heal yourself.”
“Thank ye, me queen,
but ye know I still cannot be far from Fairy for more than a few hour.”
“Ifreann na fola!” she swore. “How
in the name of Goddess and Consort did I bear a worthless fae?”
He winced again.
She wouldn’t deign to call him her son. “If I may be so bold, me beloved queen?”
“What?”
“Return the lad’s
mother to ‘im.”
She advanced on
him now, rage large in her fiery red eyes. “How dare you question me!” She
slapped him hard.
His face ignited
in pain and he willed himself not to strike back. “Ye stripped she of every
magick she possess, and she be weak as a new born bantling. She be harmless, me
queen.”
“This is why you
will never be king! She betrayed us!”
“She did not, me queen.
She fell in love.”
“With a human!”
Quinn couldn’t
respond without running the risk of imprisonment in the Chamber of Pain for
centuries. “Very well, me queen. I stay with the lad and return once daily.”
“Listen, and
listen well, my weakling fae. If anything happens to that boy, I will consign
you to the Fountain of Terror until you fade!”
“I take ye meanin’,
me beloved queen.”
Her cloak spilled
around her like black water as she turned and went to the antiquated wooden
door and opened it. “Clean him up and see that he is gone by dawn!” she
ordered.
A flurry of
demi-fae entered the chamber and swarmed Quinn, lifting him into the air, and
carrying him from the chamber.
~*~
Merry touched
fingertips to the blood-stained blanket. A fraction of a second before Quinn vanished,
Merry thought he saw wings. Clear as glass with a hint of green to match Quinn’s
eyes, they were beautiful and looked utterly frail. Merry shuddered as he remembered
the blood that had splashed them and dripped from their tips.
Merry had called for
Quinn, his desperate pleas loud in his mind, but he'd received no response.
Adrenaline had flooded his body and left him feeling wired and weak at the same
time. He didn’t know what had happened, but whatever it was, it left Quinn
severely wounded.
Bewildered and
wholly afraid for Quinn, Merry rose from the bed. There was no way to explain
the blood to his dad, so he had to wash the blanket. His hands shook like
newborn leaves as he stripped it from the bed and was disheartened to find that
blood had seeped through it to the sheets. He stripped those only to find that
it had also seeped into the mattress cover. He stripped that too and was
relieved to find it hadn’t seeped into the mattress. His dad would be furious
if he saw it and, no matter the excuse Merry invented, his dad would know he
was lying. After all, no one in their right mind would believe he knew a real
fairy, much less that the real fairy had been attacked by an invisible force in
his bedroom.
He carried the
linen to their stackable washer and dryer in the closet and threw the mattress
cover and sheets in first. They took less time to dry and would be done by the
time the blanket was washed. He added soap to the washer, made sure he pushed
the right buttons, and the machine began to fill with water.
He then went to
the kitchen and looked out the window at the backyard. The mist was gone, and
the sun shined bright in the sky. Until now, he hadn’t noticed the plethora of
flowers in bloom. Their backyard had suddenly become a riot of color. Except
for one tree stump near the edge of the yard still shrouded in mist.
Interesting.
“Send me a sign,
Quinn. A thought. A smoke signal. Anything to let me know you’re okay,” he
whispered to the window.
He had no idea how
long he’d stood there, but next he knew the washer buzzed letting him know its
duty was complete. He went to the machine and transferred the load to the dryer,
then loaded the blanket and soap, and set both machines to task.
He returned to the
window. He didn’t know what he hoped to see, but wanted—no, needed—to know Quinn was okay. Nothing
appeared. No sign came to him. Not so much as a whisper on the breeze.
Over the course of
the next two hours, Merry finished laundry, watched the sun set, and remade his
bed. It was then that he noticed Quinn’s T-shirt on the floor. He picked it up
and sat on the bed. Bringing it to his face, he breathed Quinn’s scent in. It
was unique, like nothing he’d smelled before, a rich aroma of new buds and
spring grass, and something he thought to be lemon. Who knew a guy could smell
like flowers and still be cool? He breathed in deeply one more time before
folding the shirt neatly and placing it beneath his pillow.
He thought about
eating, but food didn’t interest him. He thought about homework, but that interested
him even less. He needed to know what had happened. He needed to know Quinn was
okay. He decided to put on a hoodie and head to the backyard to wait for Quinn
to return.
~*~
“Go to him, Sadb.
Tell him I be all right,” Quinn urged.
The tiny demi-fae
flitted about dressing his wounds with floral salve. “But he be human, sire.”
Quinn rolled onto
his side with a stifled groan. “He won’t hurt ye, lass. Now, go on with ye.”
Her buzzing wings
slowed, and she put angry hands on her hips as she hovered over his head. “It
be forbidden for demi-fae to speak to a human!”
“Ye be part of me
guard, Sadb. Ye be in me service. Be nothing to forgive. Simply let ‘im know I
be all right and I see ‘im on the morrow.”
She pursed her
lips and tapped her foot angrily on the air. “Naught more?”
Quinn tried to
offer a reassuring smile, but his pain was too great. “Naught more.”
“Ye swear it?”
“I swear it, me lady.”
She smiled then,
pleased by the formal address, and Quinn knew he’d won her over.
~*~
It was midnight
and Merry had twice fallen asleep where he sat on the tree stump. He sighed as
he grudgingly surrendered to the notion that Quinn wouldn’t return tonight. He
stood and stretched, and a large moth flew at his face. He waved it away,
knocking it gently aside as he turned to go to the house.
“Meriadoc
McDaniel, do ye not have a beagán
beag of respect for we demi-fae?” a tiny voice shouted.
Wondeful development, Cody! You've got me hook, line, and sinker now wanting to understand more. I love the little trail of truth you're letting us follow. Can't wait for the next installment!
ReplyDeleteLOL. Glad you're enjoying the story, Shira! It's always great to see you here!
DeleteTalk about suspense, this is highly addictive even more so than chocolate!!! EPIC, written with a true understanding of human emotions and heartfelt desires, just beautiful...I NEED chapter 10 NOW sighs and raids the cupboard for chocolate.
ReplyDeleteLOL. I'll share my pink M&M's with you, Jane! Stay tuned! More to come!
DeleteWow! I stumbled on this by accident and have become addicted. Great story that toys with your emotions. I love the magick and the relationship between the mystical and the human. I can't wait for more! Thank you so much for sharing your talents. You are a true artist.
ReplyDeleteAwww, thank you so much for the compliments, Nativson. Glad you found Fairy and dropped by. It's great to see you here and welcome to the Fairy "family!" Stay tuned for more to come! :D
DeleteOne chapter at a time is killin' me! I love the demi-fae, and thank goodness Quinn has his ability to heal again!
ReplyDeleteGaw, Kerry! I can only write so fast! The little demi-fae is/are adorable... mostly. Thanks for keeping up with the story and it's always great to see you here!
DeleteI have fallen in love with the characters of this piece. There is so much more going on in it than you first realize. It is a wonderful story that I look forward to each time a new piece is posted.
ReplyDeleteEach chapter is a breath of life for these characters and their unique setting. I await the next chapter with patience and gratitude that you are posting them.
Thank you so much, Damian! I'm so glad that you're enjoying the story. There is a lot more going on than meets the eye and even I don't know what will happen from week to week. Thank you so much for dropping by and for reading Fairy.
DeleteAnother great chapter, Cody! I have so many questions…..
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sandy! All questions welcome!
DeleteAh, Cody, some of my favorite stories are about the Sidhe. I can add this serial to the list. I just love the way you write. :-) <3
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the high compliments, Moni! I'm so glad you stopped by to read Fairy! It's fantastic to see you here!
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