Far Away (Gypsy Fairy Tale Book Two)

By Dana Michelle Burnett

I heard the sliding action of the gun as he chambered a round. The rest of the group raised their weapons and took aim.
I closed my eyes. I knew there was no magic to save me this time. This was it. This was the end. It was all for nothing...It didn’t matter how hard I tried...It didn’t matter...It was over...
I held my breath and just waited to die.

Harmony Jacobson’s life changed forever when the Irish Travellers and Kieran came to Corydon Indiana. Now that they are gone, she tries to rebuild her life, but the ancient war between the Tuatha De Danann and the Mileans pulls her right back into Kieran’s magical world.

Can she get to Kieran in time? Has she put her trust in the wrong person yet again?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dana Michelle Burnett
• Release date: Aug 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301837786

Dana Michelle Burnett

Dana Michelle Burnett spent most of her life writing short stories and sharing them with family and friends. Over the years, her work was published in numerous commercial and literary magazines including Just Labs, Mindprints: A Literary Journal, Foliate Oak, and many more. Her short story John Lennon and the Chicken Holocaust was include in The Best of Foliate Oak 2006. Dana Michelle's Spiritus Series introduced the idea of a ghostly romance and became a Kindle bestselling series. She's an avid reader of anything dark and romantic. Dana Michelle lives in Southern Indiana with her dancing diva daughter and an assortment of pets. Dana Michelle loves connecting with her readers. You can find her at:

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Far Away

Gypsy Fairy Tale Book Two

Dana Michelle Burnett

Copyright © 2013 by Dana Michelle Burnett

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Dedication

A huge thanks to Kristin Crawford for her endless support for my work. She has the difficult job of being the first reader of all my new work and I am so thankful to her for her honesty and for avoiding hostile red pens.

Preface

I heard the sliding action of the gun as he chambered a round. The rest of the group raised their weapons and took aim.

I closed my eyes. I knew there was no magic to save me this time. This was it. This was the end. It was all for nothing...It didn’t matter how hard I tried...It didn’t matter...It was over...

I held my breath and just waited to die.

Chapter 1

It was the same dream again, it was always the same, but part of me wanted to believe that it would be different this time.

Just as before, the house was dark and still except for the solitary lamp in the living room lighting the sickbed. I could just make out the withered body under the sheets and my grandmother sitting in the chair, watching over this person like some sort of sentinel.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her. She was alive... So close that I could almost reach out and touch her. I missed her. I wanted to go over to her and crawl into her lap like I did when I was little and have her tell me that everything was going to be okay.

Grandma?

She didn't seem to hear me. She just reached out and touched the ashen face of the old man on the bed. Was this my grandfather? Why would he be in my dreams? He was dead and buried long before I was born.

I called to her again, louder this time, but again nothing. As if I hadn't done all of this many times in previous dreams, I clung to the wall, moving closer, but wishing I could just escape. Why wasn't she answering me? Why wouldn’t she look at me?

I watched as she lowered her face into her hands. I could tell she was saying a prayer of some sort, but I couldn't hear her words over the beating of my own heart. Why was this so terrifying?

Crouching down against the wall across from her, I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to force myself to calm down.

I’ll wake up in a minute and all of this will be gone... I'll be safe in my room... And all of this will be gone...

I looked at my grandmother, wishing I could somehow pull her through back to the land of the living with me. Why did she have to be gone? I didn’t want her to be dead; I wanted her to be with me.

I miss you so much... I have so much to tell you...Why did you have to die?

I heard her then, whispering softly into her fingers, but it was not a prayer, but an equally heartfelt plea for a miracle.

Niall, she said. Where are you? I need you... I need you...

No sooner were the words out of her mouth when I began to feel it.

It was nothing at first, just a cold chills going up my spine, but then it got stronger, pressing up against the house and making the floorboards creak.

I looked over my shoulder to the window, but there was nothing there but a thick gray mist. I stared at the swirling cloud and knew... The Tuatha de Danann were close...That meant Kieran was close.

When I turned back to my grandmother, Niall was standing next to her. I scrambled back against the wall. How did he get there? I didn't even hear him come in. Was he alone? Where were the other members of his family?

Niall stood next to her, dressed in black as always, with his dark head bowed.

Ah, Rosemary, he said softly without looking up. It has been too long.

My grandmother's face softened, Do you even recognize this old woman?

You will always be young and beautiful to me, he said as he met her eyes.

So you forgive me then? She asked as she took the hand of the old man in the bed.

Niall didn't let his eyes move from her face, it made me think that he was trying to memorize every detail. There is nothing to forgive.

They fell silent as the old man struggled to breathe. The longest time they just stood there, next to each other, so close that their shoulders almost touched. It was so simple, innocent really, but so intimate that almost felt guilty watching them.

I crouched there, trying to figure out how to move without them seeing me, but knowing it didn't matter because it was just a dream.

It’s just a dream...It doesn’t matter if they do see me...Because it’s just a dream...

I was just about to make my move when Niall spoke again. His voice was so soft and so sad that it pulled at my heart.

So tell me then, he said in that delightful accident. Why have you brought me here?

My grandmother looked down at the thin hands that she held between both of hers. She ran her thumb over the ropy veins, even from where I was, I could tell that her eyes misted over. She didn’t seem to want to answer, but she seemed to need something from him very badly.

I know that I have no right to ask you for anything, she said as if ashamed. But I want you to heal him.

Niall looked down at the sleeping man in the bed and then back to my grandmother, shaking his head.

I cannot, he said simply.

Please Niall, she begged, not even trying to hide her desperation. Do not punish him for my mistake.

He flinched, almost wincing at her words. There was something unfinished between them; I could hear it in the way that they spoke to each other. It was a raw and open wound that bled a little with every word they said.

It was hardly a mistake, he choked out as if the words were being ripped from his throat. I can see the happy life that he gave you.

Then please, save him.

Rosemary love, I cannot.

My grandmother let go of the old man's hand and turned to clutch at Niall’s coat almost shaking him, I'm begging you, do this for me. If you ever loved me, you will do this for me.

Niall stood his ground, but his face went ashen. He reached up and pried her hands from his jacket. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought for a moment that I saw a few tears on his cheeks.

I will always love you, he said in a tight voice. But this I cannot do.

But if you love me –

Rosemary, I will always love you, more than you will ever understand, he said. But there is nothing that I can do.

I watched as my grandmother turned and looked down at the feeble man in the bed, all hope leaving her face.

She sighed and blinked back the tears, So he will die?

Niall didn't look down to the bed; he focused all of his attention on her, watching her face.

Didn’t she see it? Couldn’t she see how much he loved her?

Yes, he said softly. I would guess that he will be gone by morning and his suffering will be over.

My grandmother sucked in her breath and