Faer Sorrow

By A.S. Wilshire

Three distinct races of Faer had colonized nearly every corner of Lamerion in the millennia that they had lived in peace with the other forms of life that thrived on the land. The most common race of Faer were the Atilles Faer who were characterized by two broad triangular wings and who lived in all corners of Lamerion. The wingless Satran Faer were both smaller and less numerous than the Atilles Faer and had settled primarily in the south in small farming villages with Faer of their own kind. The tallest and the rarest race of Faer, a race known as Feenin and identified by four long elliptical wings, had once been found throughout much of Lamerion yet now they dwell in small numbers in only a few villages with the Atilles and Satran Faer.
The spreading of Goblins and Trolls and Thyride had forced many Faer and animals to leave their homes and seek safety elsewhere. Forests and lakes became devoid of all animals. Some villages saw the slaughter of all inhabitants while other settlements were simply abandoned. Lives were ended too soon as evil and darkness spread across the land. The six Goddesses that nurtured Lamerion grieved even as They tried to aid the beings that They cherished. The Goddesses brought together representatives from all three races of Faer and guided them as they fought to bring the Faer of Lamerion together to fight their enemies and to win back the land.
Victory and tragedy and love and sorrow followed the chosen group as they traveled across Lamerion at the behest of the Goddesses. They touched all whom they met for their love and dedication toward one another regardless of race had not been seen or experienced for many generations. From them other Faer learned to see strength and substance in those around them and began to follow the example set before them by the family that loved beyond the bounds of race...

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.S. Wilshire
• Release date: Feb 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310680618

A.S. Wilshire

A.S Wilshire lives in western Colorado with her daughter and spends much of her free time with her family. Her love of the written word began in her preteen years and now, whenever possible, she immerses herself in the world that she has created, filled with the characters that she loves.

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Chapter 1

The Goddesses of Lamerion each have the power to create life and the power to destroy life. Together the six Goddesses must work diligently to ensure that the delicate balance of night and day, of water and air, of plant and animal, remains secure. Life in all forms can only be sustained through the cooperation of Beings who have the ability to annihilate the very essence of Lamerion should They so choose. The choice to cherish Their charge and thus enable life to thrive upon the land was made long ago due to a form of strength greater than even Their own.

Three races of Faer inhabit Lamerion and owe their millions of years of existence to the Goddesses that nurture the land of their birth. Few fully understood the significance of the duties that the Goddesses assumed that allowed the Faer to survive as a people yet all revered the Goddesses nonetheless as they coexisted with the other forms of life that thrived for millions of years in Lamerion.

Dark and evil creatures began to appear in Lamerion and Goddess and Fae alike grieved as They watched what was once good and fair become evil and foul. For hundreds of years They watched and tried to compensate as Bekchers and Goblins and Trolls terrorized Lamerion until They feared that all would be lost.

Then a Fae was born with an evil heart such as had never before existed within any of the three races of Faer. As Jolten grew and his illness began to dominate his heart he began to influence the very balance of life and death that the Goddesses had worked to stabilize. The evil that Jolten spread across Lamerion set in motion events that would lead to the creation of a unique and powerful group of Faer.

The Goddesses charged a carefully chosen group of Faer—Feenin, Atilles, and Satran all—with the task of protecting a babe whose destiny it was to unite the Faer of Lamerion. Dangerous journeys, improbable victories, and life-alerting decisions quickly drew the chosen few close and strengthened the bonds that would forever bind them together. A powerful web of love grew between the Faer until a family that would never be surpassed was created.

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Winter grass, barren orchards, and plowed farmland stretched across the land below, surrounding a small village for leagues in nearly every direction. The Prince of Lamerion, a Feenin Fae with brown hair and brown eyes, detected no danger that might threaten his companions who rested upon the land below. Four long elliptical wings beat steadily to allow the Fae to remain in his chosen position as he surveyed the land surrounding South Kinyard in southern Lamerion. One of the Prince’s companions, an uncommonly large Satran male by the name of Ninlow, had been born and raised in the village and it had been his suggestion that had prompted Prince Balan to fly high into the air to ensure that their last few miles of travel would be without the danger that had thus far dominated their lives for many months.

The way is clear, Balan announced as he rejoined his companions a short time later. The Feenin male lowered his wings behind him as he walked forward to join the three other males of his family. Two were of the wingless Satran race while the other could be identified by his two broad triangular wings as being of the Atilles race. I saw very little activity in the village itself which I find odd at this time of day.

It’s getting late in the day, Sir, Ninlow replied quietly. Ninlow’s disheveled hair was a slightly lighter shade of brown than the Prince’s hair and his blue-grey eyes were uneasy as he met the Prince’s gaze. Ninlow was only a few inches shorter than the Prince whereas the other Satran male, Giden, was more than a half-foot shorter as was more typical of their race. Most would be preparing for supper.

Supper sounds good, Giden whispered and lowered his light blue eyes to the twisted hand at his navel even as it was hidden by his sleeve. His overlong black hair blew gently around his handsome face and lent an air of vulnerability to the malformed Fae’s appearance. I’m sorry.

Do not be sorry, love, Tahlir, the fourth male of their family, comforted his young friend and new love. The Atilles male carefully wrapped the malformed Fae into his arms. We are all hungry.

Let us go, Ryann, a lovely Atilles maiden with golden hair and blue eyes, called pleadingly. Ryann sat on the ground with a Feenin babe, who had been gifted to the Faer of Lamerion by the Goddesses and whom she had taken as her own daughter, sitting on one thigh and a black-haired Satran maiden’s head resting on the other. Aelikka needs milk and Linna needs care. Why are you four still concerned if Balan said that the way was clear?

There is no reason for us to hesitate any further. Tahlir, their official leader since the family had come together at the White Palace in Syte Valley in the spring, reluctantly released Giden and approached the maidens to meet pain-filled brown eyes. We are almost there, Linna.

Are you certain that you can walk, my love? Ryann quickly got to her feet with Aelikka in her arms as the other Atilles Fae removed Linna’s weight from her lap.

It is not far, sweet lady, Ninlow answered and limped toward his wife. Love had bloomed quickly between the pair since their first meeting and while the match was wholly unique, the Atilles female, the large Satran male, and the Feenin babe had formed an extraordinary family that was the envy of many. Ninlow pressed a loving kiss to waiting lips and then turned toward the Atilles male. Tahlir, I should be the one to carry Linna.

Do not be absurd, Ninlow, Tahlir argued with a frown. You are in no condition to take on any additional weight. The punctures from the wolf’s bite are not nearly healed enough for you to consider such a foolhardy idea.

You are a son of the King and Queen, Ninlow replied stonily and forcibly removed the Satran maiden from the Atilles male’s arms. "I can’t walk into South Kinyard behind you with my arms empty while you carry Linna. I can’t, Tahlir."

I wish that we could live in the wilds at all times. Balan reluctantly released two of the satchels that he carried to Giden. I am beginning to loathe other Faer nearly as much as I loathe Thyride.

Come, Brother, Tahlir said compassionately and clasped Balan on the shoulder as the family of travelers resumed their journey to reunite with their missing sisters. Let us discover what mischief Salisa has caused in South Kinyard.

Although much of their six hundred mile journey had been completed in flight, it had been Ninlow’s suggestion that they cross the last few miles on foot. The primary reason had been to avoid frightening the Faer of South Kinyard yet it had been the secondary excuse that had convinced the older Faer. Ninlow had been raised with a strict sense of propriety and the thought of being carried into the village of his birth by the Prince or by the adopted son of the King and Queen had horrified the large Satran male. While months spent traveling and residing with both winged males had greatly reduced Ninlow’s shy subservience in private, the large Satran male continued to show them the proper respect whenever they encountered other Faer.

Less than an hour later the small family was within sight of the Satran Faer that inhabited South Kinyard. The few males on guard duty alerted the rest of the villagers when the family was spotted and they were greeted loudly as they entered the village. Ryann, Giden, and Ninlow were careful to remain a few feet behind the two oldest males and Ryann released her precious daughter from her carrier to hold Aelikka on her left hip. Both she and her husband kept Giden between them in moral support and to lend the malformed Fae a sense of protection. Giden kept his cloak in place with his strong right hand in an attempt to hide his malformed body yet there was little that he could do to hide the wooden prosthetic that could be seen beneath the length of his leggings and his cloak.

Balan’s eyes searched the crowd gathered around him for the small Satran maiden that had stolen his heart nearly six months before. A lifelong friend to Ninlow, Salisa was a young maiden not yet of age that the Prince had unwisely fallen in love with during their short association fulfilling their missions for the Goddesses. Less than a week before the small maiden had been informed that her dear mother was ill and would not live much longer. In an act of great bravery and selflessness their last family member, Shanlin, had escorted Salisa back to South Kinyard so that the small maiden could say her final farewells to her mother.

Ninlow! A blond elderly Fae stepped out of the stammering throng to greet his eldest son. The love of a father for his son overcame his sense of propriety and Hescal ignored the Prince entirely. Ai, it is good to see you, my son!

Father! Ninlow smiled warmly and also forgot his manners for a moment at seeing his beloved parent again after many months of travel. Both Satran males reached out and clasped one another’s shoulders in greeting as a hug would have been difficult with Linna being held in Ninlow’s left arm.

You must be Ryann, Hescal’s blue eyes were warm and welcoming as they met the surprised brown eyes of the maiden in his son’s arms. We have heard many wonderful things about you.

I am not Ryann, Sir, Linna said politely and then turned her face toward the blushing male holding her. Her arm around the broad shoulders lifted and her hand smacked the back of Ninlow’s head. Did I not mention this possibility? Give me to Tahlir, Ninlow.

Uh, F-Father, Ninlow stammered and almost dropped Linna as he clumsily placed the Satran maiden into a laughing Tahlir’s arms. Linna teasingly yanked on a handful of the Atilles male’s shoulder-length, nearly black hair. Ninlow then turned to Ryann and accepted the hand already expecting his and pulled his wife closer to his father for a proper introduction. T-This is Ryann, Father, my beautiful wife. We have taken Aelikka as our daughter. Ryann, sweet lady, this is my father, Hescal.

All eyes were on the large Satran male and his family and a shocked wave of whispers traveled through the crowd. Hescal quickly recovered from his shock and pressed a kiss to his new daughter’s hand and then introduced her to his younger son as Lutor appeared at his side.

A high-pitched squeal announced the arrival of Salisa and Hescal quickly stepped to the side as a flash of brown raced past him and launched itself at Ninlow. The two old friends held one another tightly before the sound of someone clearing their throat broke them apart. Both wiped tears from their cheeks and then Salisa was set onto her feet to warmly greet the rest of her adoptive family.

Balan’s heart ached as he watched his young love hug Giden and Ryann and kiss Aelikka while sobs of grief and of happiness escaped her mouth. Her short copper-colored curls danced in the wind and a few soft strands became caught in the moisture on her cheeks.

It did not escape the Prince’s notice that the small maiden wore a plain beige tunic and brown calf-length breeches and not the finer clothing that the Queen had ordered made for Salisa in Syte Valley. Then Salisa was standing in front of Tahlir and kissed Linna’s cheek and then pressed their faces together for a moment before releasing the injured maiden. Balan could hardly believe his eyes as the young maiden then suddenly reached up and slapped the much larger and older male Fae.

You dropped my Ninlow, Tahlir!

Salisa, do not hit Tahlir, Balan scolded quietly while his lifelong friend merely stared at Salisa in shock.

Aye, My Lord Prince, Salisa replied overly-politely and then promptly kicked the Atilles male in the shin.

Put me down before you drop me! Linna cried when Tahlir tilted dangerously to the side as a grunt of pain left his mouth.

"Honey!" Salisa suddenly launched herself at the Prince with a wail.

Balan easily caught the small maid and held her tightly, closing his eyes. The Prince ignored those around him who scolded Salisa and apologized for her behavior. Salisa’s face turned into Balan’s neck and the Feenin male felt the warmth of her tears on his skin. Salisa sobbed for many minutes and then willfully calmed herself as she remembered something important that she had to tell the Prince. Her hand lifted to shield her words as she whispered into the Prince’s pointed ear with many hiccoughs and shaky pronunciations. Balan had just managed to decipher the Satran maiden’s words when she wiggled to be let down and then turned toward the crowd with a glare.

Balan immediately locked his hardening stare on the Fae that Salisa was staring accusingly at. The Chieftain and Elders began to speak over one another as they all tried to explain their decision to the royal in their midst. Balan quickly pieced together the story yet it did not ease his heart much to recognize the leniency that they had in truth shown to his exiled cousin. Salisa disappeared into the crowd as Tahlir, Giden, Ninlow, and Ryann aligned themselves at Balan’s side.

Shanlin has been residing on this side of the Onoik Mountains for more than a half century, Balan intoned regally once he was able to do so. Centuries spent in training at his father’s side allowed the Prince to easily divulge only what he wished to without lying outright. She has been our traveling companion for many months now. I thank you for taking the time to consider the situation and not immediately executing my cousin. I would like to see her now, if you please.

Here she is! Salisa called loudly.

Balan lifted his head and looked over the heads of the Satran Faer in front of him to see his young love and his cousin standing together in front of a dilapidated cabin at the other end of the village. The Prince was astonished to see that Shanlin’s cloak was not arranged to hide her damaged wings and that her hood did not shield the scars that covered her face. Some were the result of a fire while many of the others her own brother had inflicted upon her. The lovely auburn hair that was nearly always braided now hung loose in soft waves down her back and over her shoulders. The sunlight upon the red-brown strands set fire to Shanlin’s hair and Balan was at once thrilled and terrified at seeing his cousin as she stood now with the much smaller Salisa. It had been nearly a century since he had seen his exiled cousin reveal herself to an entire village of Faer.

This is not the welcome that I wished for you to have, My Lord, Jorlet, the Chieftain of South Kinyard, said with some distress. Balan courteously returned his attention to the older Fae. This is not at all proper and I apologize—

I would appreciate it if we could forgo the proprieties at the moment, Balan interrupted firmly and spread his wings as his family stepped back. We are hungry and tired and have wounded among us. Take my companions to our lodgings.

Balan did not wait for a reply before he launched himself into the air and flew over the villagers to meet Salisa and Shanlin. The three of them were being watched closely yet the Prince did not care as he wrapped his arms around Shanlin in a tight hug, closing his eyes. The heavily scarred Feenin maiden returned the embrace while assuring Balan that she was well and unharmed. After the customary three seconds Shanlin attempted to pull away yet the male did not ease his hold and Shanlin ceased trying to break the embrace and returned the hug with equal strength.

Salisa watched with tears in her eyes as Balan and Shanlin greeted one another so warmly. Her own heart bleeding and torn, Salisa looked away from the touching sight and found that she was being summoned. With weary steps Salisa left the company of her adopted family and approached the older male that she had known all of her life and that she had threatened to kill mere days before.

Will you please tell Ninlow that I won’t hurt you? I want to spend more time with you, Fleech whispered when the small maiden was close enough.

I can try, Fleech. Salisa dropped her head to watch her toes swivel in the dust of the road.

It breaks my heart to see you like this. Fleech reached out and captured both of Salisa’s hands in his own. Join Mother and I for supper tonight. Please?

I want to see her, Salisa whispered and raised tear-filled eyes to the male. Will you take me?

Of course I will, the male responded and turned to lead Salisa away only to find his path blocked by a familiar body. His confidence deserted him and he reluctantly lifted his eyes and greeted the other male. Ninlow.

Fleech, Ninlow replied without any warmth. I will take Salisa now.

She asked me to—

I would like to say my own farewells to Mother Hannela, Ninlow interrupted and caught Salisa as she leapt into his arms with a cry of grief. Her family will take care of her now, Fleech.

The younger male turned his head and found himself surrounded by all of the newcomers. Ninlow had always intimidated Fleech yet the sight of four winged Faer, one of whom being the Prince of Lamerion, towering over him was truly terrifying. Excusing himself with as much dignity as he could feign, Fleech quickly made his escape.

Ninlow led the way to the burial grounds with his dearest friend sobbing uncontrollably in his arms. Tahlir supported him on one side and Balan lent his strength and stability to Giden. Ryann wept openly with Salisa and Shanlin moved to the older maiden’s side to lend her arm to the shorter female. Cloaks were drawn close without words needing to be spoken and hoods cast shadows over their faces as the small family sought privacy, sitting close together at Hannela’s fresh grave.

She passed away not five minutes after our arrival, Shanlin rasped in a voice that had been damaged by fire and smoke and then again by the dagger of another Fae. I wish that I had been hale and that we could have arrived sooner.

I know that you did the best that you could, Linna comforted the Feenin maiden and offered her hand in mutual support. I am certain that Salisa knows as well.

M-Mother? Salisa stammered through her tears and all eyes turned toward the small maiden. Tahlir and Linna feared for Salisa’s sanity as they listened to the youngest of them, save the babe, speak to the freshly turned soil. I-I w-want you… you t-to m-meet t-the r-rest of m-my n-new f-f-fam… family. T-Tahlir and G-Giden and L-Linna… and R-Ryann, N-Ninlow’s beautiful w-wife. T-This is Ael-Aelikka, t-their daughter. And P-Prince B-Balan, Mother. A-Aye, P-Prince Balan t-too. Isn’t h-he hands-some?

Pain and sorrow consumed the small family and many wiped tears from their faces as Salisa and Ninlow spoke to the departed and the others paid their respects. More than an hour passed before Tahlir convinced them to return to the village as the sun began to sink into the west.

Back in the village Ninlow’s loud gasp of horror and his sudden halt drew the attention of all of his companions and Salisa began to sob more harshly. The large Satran male was staring at the empty space between two cabins farther down the road and his companions followed his gaze curiously.

What is it, my love? Ryann asked in concern and pressed herself more closely to the two friends.

"How could… What could have…?"

It’s gone! Salisa wailed painfully.

I saved the door, Hescal said sorrowfully as he joined them with Lutor clutching his hand. I knew that the two of you would want me to keep it for you.

A cabin is missing, Linna said quietly to the members of her family who remained confused. It is my guess that it was Salisa’s home as a Faeling.

I’ve been asked to show you to the cabin that you’ll be staying in, Your Highness. Hescal bowed his head to the Prince. The rest of you can stay—

We stay together, Balan interrupted regally. If a large enough cabin is not available we will sleep under the stars.

Aye, My Lord. Hescal frowned yet dipped his head in respect again.

Tahlir will need assistance in tending to the wounded. Balan looked down at the small Faeling who looked very similar to the larger male that the Prince had come to love as a brother. Will you summon the healer, Lutor?

Aye, My Lord! Lutor bowed quickly and then quickly departed on his mission.

Hescal began to lead them in the opposite direction and Balan’s hand on Ninlow’s shoulder directed the younger male to follow his father. Within moments of Balan’s decree the village of South Kinyard erupted into motion and the small family slowed their steps to allow the villagers time to ready the cabin for their occupancy. Cots, washtubs, buckets of water, and food were removed from one small cabin and taken into a larger one at the opposite end of the village.

Tahlir, with Linna in his arms, followed Ninlow through the crowd of Satran Faer to their newest home and tried not to laugh at Balan’s offense as the Prince realized that the smaller cabin had been intended for the use of the rest of them while he had been expected to stay in the larger cabin alone.

An older Satran male with brown hair and green eyes arrived at the cabin at nearly the same moment as the family and introduced himself to them as Naul, the healer of South Kinyard. The Atilles male shifted his mind to that of a healer and walked toward one of cots in the main chamber and set Linna gently atop the bedding while the other healer placed a pillow beneath the maiden’s calf.

It had healed for two weeks before it was reinjured, Tahlir began explaining and sat at the edge of Linna’s cot while the other healer took the stool. During that same attack I lost my healing bag and once it was found again the next day, many of my supplies were missing or ruined. I have tried to splint it yet as you can see from the swelling and discoloration, it requires different treatment.

Are you concerned with amp—

Do not use that word, Tahlir interrupted and turned his head to see if Giden was listening. Thankfully the malformed Fae was speaking with Shanlin while he ate at the table and did not seem to be listening to the healers. Nay, that is not a concern at this time. My greatest concern is the possibility of having to re-break the bones to set them correctly.

This is a very serious injury, Naul said quietly. It will require a great deal of time. Would you have us see to it first, My Lord, or after all of the other injuries have been tended?

Let us see to it last and call me ‘Tahlir,’ Naul, Tahlir answered and met Linna’s pained eyes. Would you sleep, Linna?

I would prefer to do so. Linna nodded. As you know I have not been free of the pain enough to get a sufficient amount of rest.

I have something for you then. Naul smiled kindly and pulled a small jug from the basket at his feet.

A few minutes later Tahlir was in one of the bedchambers with Shanlin, washing and wrapping the still fractured ribs. A thorough examination was performed and the healer was thankful that no further damage seemed to have occurred during the Feenin maiden’s time away from their family. In the second bedchamber Balan settled onto the bed with Salisa in his arms and listened as his young love cried for all that she had lost. Ninlow’s leg was being tended to in the main chamber as he sat in a hot bath with his left calf free of the water.

You have done very well for yourself, young Ninlow, Naul said in the manner of an elder whom had known one for over a century.

Uh…, Ninlow tried in response.

Your wife is the loveliest maiden that I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes upon.

I am the one that has done very well for herself. Ryann appeared behind Ninlow and knelt to wrap her arms around the strong shoulders. Her face was close to her husband’s as she whispered into a pointed ear too quietly to be heard by the Satran healer. Yet Ninlow’s blush revealed enough to the healer and Naul chuckled softly.

Naul? Ninlow whispered after he had shooed his wife away playfully.

Aye?

Do you know what took Mother Hannela?

Oh, Ninlow, you do not want to hear about that, Naul dismissed Ninlow’s question and pushed himself to his feet. Who else needs attention before we see about that broken foot?

I can see to Giden, Sir, Ninlow said as he noticed Tahlir frowning from the doorway to the bedchamber. Finished with his bath Ninlow rose to his feet and stepped out of the washtub. If you’re up to it Linna has waited long enough. Sweet lady? Are you going to take a bath with Aelikka?

As Ninlow saw to filling another of the three washtubs that they had been provided with heated water for his wife and daughter, Tahlir and Naul began tying Linna’s sleeping body to the cot and setting out the supplies that they would need. Giden finished his meal and then used the tub that Ninlow had once the layer of dirt and oil had been skimmed off of the top of the water. Shanlin sat at the table and prepared herself a plate yet ate little as worry and fatigue wore on her heart.

The sound of snapping bone was loud in the quiet cabin. Giden started violently and Ryann’s gasp contained a note of horror. Balan and Salisa appeared and the Prince was forced to hold Salisa back when the maiden tried to rush to Linna’s side. Shanlin left the table and knelt to comfort Giden in his bath.

The pain brought Linna out of her tonic-induced sleep and Ninlow reluctantly responded to Tahlir’s call and did what he could to comfort the Satran warrior. The two healers continued with their task and Linna’s screams of agony and fear tore at many already-sore hearts as the sleeping draught made it difficult for the normally taciturn maiden to understand what was happening to her.

Tahlir was unspeakably grateful when Linna lost consciousness. As a healer of nearly two centuries the Atilles male was accustomed to distancing himself from his patients yet of late he had noticed that the task was becoming increasingly difficult with those that he now called family as his patients.

Young Ninlow, Naul said in a tired voice once they had finished splinting and bandaging Linna’s right foot a long time later, would you be so kind as to give your friend this tonic, please?

Aye, Sir, Ninlow rasped and accepted the small clay jar.

The ropes holding Linna immobile were released and Ninlow lifted the maid’s head and shoulders before beginning the process of coaxing the medicine into the unconscious Linna’s mouth. Tahlir accepted an invitation to visit Naul in the following days to replenish his healing supplies and then walked the older male to the door. Shanlin then relinquished Giden’s hand to Tahlir and returned to the table while Ryann and Aelikka left their bath.

Will she be all right, Tahlir? Salisa asked from Balan’s lap at the table. The small maiden sniffed at a dried slice of apple before lifting it over her shoulder and feeding it to the Prince. I’ve never heard Linna scream like that.

You know that I will do all that I can to see her healed, little one, Tahlir answered softly without taking his eyes from Giden’s face.

I have decided that you and Giden will share the bed, Brother. Balan fed Salisa a piece of chicken from his fork. A cot will not be comfortable for Giden and there is no room for you both to share one.

You and Salisa—, Giden began with a blush and looked away from Tahlir to frown at the Prince.

I’ve been sleeping in the dirt. Salisa smiled sadly. I’ll be all right on a cot, brother-mine.

They did not give you a bed, Shanlin? Balan asked dangerously.

I had a bed, Shanlin rasped slowly. You are mistaken if you believe that Salisa was in my company at night. They allowed her to visit me for only a few hours each day.

I saw the impressions at the grave site. Tahlir met Salisa’s grief-filled eyes. Who was with you, little one?

Fleech stayed with me, Salisa said then inhaled shakily as Ninlow’s angry growl filled the chamber. He followed me and watched over me while I slept. He didn’t hurt me, Ninlow, and he asked me to tell you that he won’t hurt me.

Salisa—

I’m not a Faeling anymore, dear, Salisa whispered as tears began to trail down her cheeks yet again. Tahlir aided Giden from the bath and both males joined them quietly. You can tell me why you hate him so much.

"That is not something that I will ever tell you. Ninlow frowned darkly at his friend and his hard tone demanded Salisa’s acceptance. Eat your supper."

Ninlow, Ryann said put her hand on her husband’s shoulder, Aelikka needs some milk, my love.

I will find some for her. Ninlow kissed Ryann softly before leaving the cabin.

I did not halt him for you clearly wished him gone. Tahlir handed his love a tunic and a pair of leggings that had been made specifically for Giden. What is it, Ryann?

Salisa, there was a maiden that was glaring at me, Ryann said with a worried frown. I could feel her eyes on me for every minute that we were within sight of the villagers.

Did she have long black hair and brown eyes?

Aye, she did.

That’s Meesah, Salisa revealed quietly. She was—

Ninlow’s lover, I remember, Ryann finished softly. That certainly explains why she looked as if she wished to harm me. I would also wish to harm a maiden that took Ninlow from my arms.

I could exile her to live with Jolten, Balan offered with a serious expression. I believe that she is also the maiden that convinced you that you would not make a proper wife, little one.

She was only saying what everyone was thinking. Salisa set down her fork.

You would defend her? Shanlin asked incredulously.

It is to be expected, Sister, Ryann answered evenly. Salisa must have believed that there was something exceptional about Meesah if the Fae that Salisa loved above all others found her… company pleasing.

She told me that I was all alone now, Salisa whispered as tears began to leave her eyes more quickly. She told me that I didn’t have a family and she said that when you all leave for home I’ll have nowhere to live and no one to love me.

Salisa, we will not cease to be a family when our missions for the Goddesses are completed, Tahlir said earnestly and reached across the table to touch the small maiden’s hand. We will not cease loving you any more than you will cease loving us. You will always be welcome in the homes of us all.

Do you promise, Tahlir? Salisa asked desperately and clutched the healer’s hand in both of hers. You will not forget to love me? Do you promise?

I promise, Tahlir whispered as the door opened and Ninlow returned. I will never forget.

What is happening? Ninlow asked worriedly as the chamber fell ominously silent.

Balan is considering exiling your old lover, Shanlin answered calmly and resumed her meal.

"What?" Ninlow gapped at the Feenin maiden then at the others in turn.

She seems extraordinarily unpleasant. Tahlir grinned roguishly. Yet perhaps another punishment would be more satisfying for us.

Such as what? Ryann asked eagerly and then sat back and cleared her expression when Ninlow looked at her in shock.

The first thing that we must do is parade you, Ryann, through the village as often as possible, Tahlir replied and wrapped one arm around Giden’s waist now that the younger male was dressed. At times with Ninlow, yet alone as well.

What is the second thing? Balan asked warily and watched as his longtime friend smirked wickedly.

The second thing? Tahlir’s eyes found and held Salisa’s miserable gaze. The second thing that we must do is show Meesah how very wrong that she has been all of these years.

How are you going to do that, Tahlir? Salisa whispered with a note of defeat in her voice.

I believe that I will have little to do with it, Tahlir sobered and shook his head slowly. Perhaps we should continue this discussion in the morning, little one. Are you ready for bed?

I can wash the dishes, Salisa stood from Balan’s lap and began to gather the dishware only for Shanlin to halt her.

You need to take a bath, Salisa, Shanlin stated evenly and took the dishes from Salisa. Balan also needs one, if you will both pardon me for saying so.

You haven’t had a proper bath since I did either, Shanlin, Salisa argued yet dutifully walked over to the washtub near the fire and began to skim the filth from the water. When she was done she set the cloth on the hearth and looked at her companions at the table. I should let Balan bathe first, right?

Ryann, Ninlow whispered and gestured toward the larger of the two bedchambers. Ryann nodded and gathered Aelikka before they excused themselves for bed. Good night, Ninlow whispered and kissed Salisa before nodding his head to the rest of the Faer. Good night.

"Get some rest, Ninlow, Tahlir teased gently and then joined Salisa at the washtub. Perhaps we can allow Balan to bathe while you and I refill the buckets, little one. I would also like a bath before I sleep on clean bedding."

Only a few minutes later the two had left the cabin and Tahlir walked beside the small maiden as she carried a bucket that slapped against her knees almost rhythmically. Tahlir waited until they had reached the well and he was certain that they were alone before he spoke of the issue foremost in his mind.

Linna told me about her dream, Salisa, Tahlir said quietly as he hauled the first bucket of water from the well.

She wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, Salisa pouted.

When I consider all that you have said and done in the last months I cannot but think that you believe the same as Linna.

Fleech asked me to marry him, Salisa revealed to her friend and then gasped as the full pail that the Atilles male was holding fell from his gifted hands and spilled onto the ground.

What did you tell him? Tahlir demanded with a frown.

I told him that I didn’t think that I was old enough. Salisa bent over and picked up the dropped bucket. I was really thinking that he deserved a wife that could at least cook and clean for him yet I didn’t want to say that.

What would you have said had you been of age?

I probably would have told him that I would be a terrible wife. Salisa hugged herself as Tahlir returned to his chore of filling the pails. I couldn’t tell him that I would be dead soon, could I?

You do not know that, little one, Tahlir said almost harshly and turned to place the filled bucket on the ground. Some water sloshed over the sides with the violence of his movements. Not all that we see in dreams comes to be and not all that comes was seen.

Oh, Tahlir, Salisa said with a tone of pity. You know better than that.

Salisa—

I always dream from my eyes, Tahlir, Salisa interrupted softly. "Always. It took me a while to realize it yet now I know. It’s not me, not this Salisa, who is sitting on Balan’s lap."

You cannot live as if you are expecting to die, Tahlir frowned in sorrow as the maiden’s eyes welled up with tears again.

We all die, Tahlir, Salisa rasped and wiped at her cheeks before stepping forward and picking up one of the filled buckets.

Salisa. Tahlir put his hands on Salisa’s shoulders and willed the small maiden to look at him. "Even should it come to be you do not know when. If that dream does in fact take place at Aelikka’s wedding that still gives us an entire century or more before that tragedy comes to pass. Please cease this talk of your death. I cannot tolerate it and I know that it breaks the hearts of the others as well. The Prince, I know, cannot hear much more."

Does Balan know? About the dream I mean.

Nay, he does not know. Nor do the others.

Good, Salisa breathed in relief and stepped back out of Tahlir’s hold. No one else needs to know, Tahlir.

I agree, Tahlir said then hurriedly filled the last pail from the well. Salisa?

Aye?

Have you considered making an attempt to gain those things that you fear that you will never have rather than dwell on the loss that has not yet happened?

What do you mean?

The drawing that you made in Berlitch, Tahlir clarified and lifted two of the filled pails while Salisa still held the smallest one. It seemed to be a list of the things that you will not have in your life. Such as the wedding wreath that you painstakingly sketched.

"Are you saying that I should marry Fleech? Salisa stumbled and spilled half of the bucket’s contents onto her breeches. Blast it!"

Watch your language, little one, Tahlir scolded kindly and took the maiden’s pail into his right hand with the other that he carried. I am not suggesting that you wed Fleech, specifically.

Who else would I marry? Salisa frowned in confusion. I’m only ninety-seven and no one else has asked.

Perhaps there is one within our family who would be honored to accept your proposal.

Are you saying that I should be the one to ask? Salisa’s eyes widened impossibly in shock and growing enthusiasm. I’m allowed to do that?

Aye, you are allowed to do that, Tahlir answered with a chuckle.

Even though I am only ninety-seven?

Aye.

Oh, Salisa whispered and then opened the door to their cabin for the healer. Tahlir headed directly to the hearth while Salisa darted to Giden’s side. The small maiden was suddenly overcome with excitement and placed herself onto the malformed Fae’s lap, only just fitting between a strong chest and the edge of the table. Giden?

Aye? Giden replied with an uncertain expression as the small maiden began to bounce on his lap.

Giden, will you… Well, I don’t know the proper words, so I’ll just say it. All right?

All right.

Giden, will you be my husband? Salisa gushed with delight and ignored the gasps and the sloshing of water and the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. I think that I want to get married before I die and if you do marry me then you can still marry Tahlir later after I’m dead.

That is the worst marriage offer that I have ever heard. Linna’s voice was harsh with thirst and slurred with sleep.

Salisa! Tahlir growled in irritation and strode quickly to the younger Faer and then pulled Salisa off of Giden’s lap. I did not have Giden in mind when I made the suggestion.

You? Salisa’s eyes widened in surprise.

Take a moment and think, Salisa. Tahlir ran both hands through his nearly black hair in frustration. Neither Giden nor I could consummate the union. Therefore it would not be binding.

Oh, Salisa whispered and frowned thoughtfully for many silent minutes. The maiden then turned toward the cot that held the other Satran maiden. Will you be my… My wife? Or am I the wife? Would I be the husband since I’m the one that asked?

What are you doing, Salisa? Linna asked around a yawn and then blinked her eyes rapidly in an effort to focus on the younger maid. You cannot simply ask every Fae in a chamber to wed you. That is not how such is done.

Is that a ‘nay’? Salisa whispered in growing dismay.

Aye, that is a nay. Linna pushed herself up onto one elbow and looked at the healer. I feel feverish, Tahlir.

Take your bath, Salisa, Shanlin suggested emotionlessly while Tahlir immediately went to Linna’s side. Giden quickly followed the healer to escape Salisa whom he normally adored.

Salisa reluctantly obeyed after Shanlin’s expression warned her not to ask the Feenin maiden for her hand when Salisa opened her mouth to ask that very question. Salisa was frowning in confusion and hurt when she began to disrobe at Balan’s bath. Still occupied with her thoughts Salisa again cleared the filth from the water before wiping off her bare feet. Balan merely moved his legs to accommodate the young maiden that had often occupied his baths and watched the expressive face warily as Salisa placed herself between his legs and leaned back against his chest.

Salisa? Balan whispered a short time later and allowed the noise from Linna’s bedside to disguise his words.

Hmm?

What are you thinking?

I’m thinking that Tahlir can be very confusing sometimes, Salisa answered and wiggled before turning her head to look at the Prince behind her. What are you thinking about?

I was thinking that I hope that Linna and Ninlow heal quickly so that we may continue our journey, Balan lied and looked away from the searching green-gold eyes to the blaze in the hearth. I am also thinking that I am deeply sorry for your loss yet also that I am very happy to have you with us again.

I’m very happy that you all finally came too, honey, Salisa whispered and sat up to find the washing cloth and the soap. We should wash so that Shanlin and Tahlir can have a bath before they go to sleep.

A short time later Tahlir and Giden retired to the bedchamber once Linna had been tended to and the healer had washed himself. The moment that the door closed behind the two males Shanlin barred the cabin door and the shutters in the main chamber. The Feenin maiden blew out the few candles that they had used and then hesitantly disrobed for her own bath.

Perched contentedly atop Balan’s body Salisa wiggled into a comfortable position and sighed as the Prince’s arms wrapped tightly around her back. Salisa smiled and then sighed and then began to cry yet again. Safe within the arms of the Prince, Salisa mourned openly and Balan silently grieved with the small maiden that habitually crushed his heart without realizing that she had done so.

Chapter 2

Salisa finished the small portion of food that she had served herself for breakfast and had gathered the small basket of dirty clothing into her arms before any could stop her. Ryann was quick to gather a small washtub and soap before pressing a kiss to Ninlow’s lips and Aelikka’s hair and then following the young maid. The plan that the family had concocted was simple and devious and one of the safer strategies that they had formulated in the last months.

Ryann spread her wings once outside of the cabin and lifted into the air so that she could locate Salisa from above. It was not difficult to locate the running maiden and Ryann followed the impulsive Salisa to the well where two other young maidens were attending to their laundering.

Salisa, love, Ryann scolded lightly as she landed beside the young maiden with a warm smile, you did not wait for me.

I’m sorry, Ryann. Salisa ducked her head and carefully set the basket of clothing down before beginning to lower the bucket into the well.

I am Ryann of Canlin Hills. I am Ninlow’s wife, the Atilles maiden said to the others and set up the washtub.

A pleasure, the other blond maiden at the well said politely. I am Eddieca and this is Meesah.

Well met, Ryann nodded to both elegantly and ignored the glare that the black-haired maiden was aiming at her. Ryann walked gracefully over to join Salisa and aided the smaller maiden in pulling the filled bucket to the surface. You must begin eating again, little sister. You could have done this by yourself only two weeks ago.

Thank you, Salisa said breathlessly as Ryann hefted the bucket and poured it into their washtub. I did get stronger fighting all of those Goblins and Thyride, didn’t I?

You certainly did. Salisa, love, Ryann said gently as the younger maiden picked up a handful of Balan’s clothing, please remember to search Prince Balan’s clothing for any hidden weapons before you place them into the water.

He only hides the one flat dagger beneath his leggings, Salisa replied knowledgably and began to shove the bundle into the tub. An unkind snicker caused a blush to climb her cheeks and Salisa’s hands stilled while her face rose uncertainly to her friend.

Leave the light tunics out, Ryann suggested kindly. The jerkins and leggings can be washed together, however. They are made of the finest cloth, as the clothing that Queen Bainnah had made for you is. They will not be harmed should they share a tub of water.

Salisa’s smile was filled with love and gratitude as she looked up at the Atilles maiden before returning to her self-appointed task. The other maidens began to gossip yet Salisa and Ryann ignored them as the older maiden patiently taught Salisa how to launder clothing.

Sudden silence from Meesah and Eddieca a short time later garnered their attention and Ryann lifted her head alertly before laughing melodiously. Salisa stared at her friend for a moment before turning her own head to see what had caused the lovely maiden to react in such a way.

Oh, Salisa gasped and stared as Balan stalked toward them with only a bath sheet around his waist. The entire village seemed to have gone silent as the Satran Faer stared in disbelief yet the Prince’s steps were relaxed and confident.

Salisa, my love? Balan said with a warm smile as he crossed the last few yards to the maidens. It seems as though you have in your possession the only clean pair of leggings that I currently have with me.

The only ones? Salisa feigned surprise and stood when the Prince’s hand under her elbow drew her to her feet.

May I have them? Balan stepped closer until he had overstepped the bounds of propriety and lowered his voice to an intimate whisper that could still be heard by others near enough.

They’re still wet, Salisa frowned in distress then looked at Balan’s naked chest. A large bruise had formed over the Prince’s heart and Salisa forgot where they were and who watched them. A small hand lifted and gently traced the purple mark. What happened, honey? I didn’t see it last night.

It is from my broken heart, little one. It shattered when I returned to find you gone.

Don’t be silly, Balan. Salisa planted her hands on her hips to frown up at the tall Feenin male. Does Tahlir know that you have this? Has he seen it? What happened, truly?

I have missed you deeply, Balan whispered before he lowered his head and pressed a soft, slow kiss to Salisa’s mouth before the maiden could completely abandon their plan. Salisa voiced a tiny mewl when the kiss ended a few moments later. Can I have my leggings, love?

They’re still wet yet if you insist…, Salisa’s voice trailed off as she turned to retrieve the Prince’s leggings.

Balan met Ryann’s eyes as he slipped into his leggings beneath the shelter of the bath sheet. The Atilles maiden was smiling and her eyes danced with hidden glee and it occurred to the Prince that his old friend was enjoying this charade an extraordinary amount. Balan then turned his attention back to Salisa as the maiden stood immobile in front of him with a look of disappointment on her face.

What is it, love? Balan turned the delicate face toward his with gentle fingers.

Oh, Balan, I’m sorry, Salisa replied nearly inaudibly. Only the superior abilities of the Feenin race allowed the Prince to hear the soft words. I forgot what I’m supposed—

I would announce our relationship to every Fae in Lamerion, Balan vowed gallantly to continue their farce and to lead Salisa. Inwardly Balan gloried at the reactions of the Faer around them yet outwardly his only concern was for Salisa. I am not ashamed to be your lover, Salisa, and I hope that you are not ashamed of the same.

"Nay, of course I’m not ashamed, Salisa said quickly and unconsciously reached out to fiddle with the bath sheet while her eyes were held captive by Balan’s. I just don’t want to be an embarrassment to you. I know that I’m—"

Balan chuckled as the bath sheet fell from his hips and hung from Salisa’s small hand to the ground. Green-gold eyes already wide in earnest concern doubled in size until Balan could withhold his amusement no longer and lifted the maiden with a joyful laugh. Salisa’s knees easily gripped his hips and her arms slid naturally around his neck. It was clear to all who watched that such a position had occurred enough times between the two that there was no fumbling or uncertainty left.

Well, Ryann said lightly, at least he had already donned his leggings.

Blast it, Salisa cursed without heat and laid her head down on a warm, broad shoulder. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Will I ever stop doing embarrassing things?

I certainly hope not, Balan chuckled and splayed his hands across the maiden’s narrow back. It is only one of many hundreds of things that I love about you.

Come, Balan, Ryann said with a brilliant smile, put Salisa down. You have your leggings and we need to finish the wash so that the rest of our family can have clean clothing to wear as well.

Don’t say it. Salisa lifted her head and glared at the Prince from only inches away. You can’t help do the washing here. Ninlow would die of shame and you don’t want that, do you?

Of course not, my love, Balan replied and kissed Salisa again before he lowered the small maiden to her feet. I will leave you two to your task yet do not tarry here. I have not seen you in nearly three weeks and that loss must be addressed.

All right, Salisa said and kissed the Prince’s chest before turning and dropping to her knees beside the washtub.

Here, Brother, Ryann called before the Feenin male could leave them to return to the cabin. The Atilles maiden gathered the clothing that they had already washed and held them up to the Prince. Balan accepted the wet clothing with a chuckle. Give these to Shanlin and ask her to hang them up to dry, please.

Aye, Lady Ryann, Balan said with a deep bow and a warm smile.

Making the choice to fly to the cabin and therefore avoid the stares and possible attempts at conversation, Balan spread his wings and leapt into the air. The journey was a short one and it was only moments later that the Prince was entering their cabin with the armload of wet clothing. Together he and Shanlin hung the garments to dry while Tahlir and Ninlow argued about the Satran male’s ability to help. Thankfully the chore was completed just as Ninlow won the argument and the Feenin Faer laughed kindly at Ninlow’s affront.

It is not a difficult chore, Ninlow, Balan said and slipped out of his wet leggings to don the dry pair that he had been wearing before his journey to the well.

Whether it’s hard or not isn’t the issue, Sir, Ninlow argued. As long as I can stand up I should be the one to do it. Not you. I can’t believe that Ryann would ask you to bring them here!

Calm yourself, Ninlow, Shanlin rasped and frowned at the male. What is done cannot be undone. Lie down and rest. We cannot remain here overlong if we are to assist Lady Narie with the Trolls.

We need to discuss our plans for that mission, Tahlir said and sat down at the table with Giden. The Atilles male accepted Giden’s right hand and linked their fingers together. Yet I would wait for Ryann to return and for Linna to wake for there is something that I would like to tell you all first.

Is everything all right, Tahlir? Giden asked worriedly.

Aye, love, Tahlir whispered and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the malformed Fae’s lips.

We all need our hair trimmed, Balan said as he finished tying the laces on his jerkin beneath his wings. Perhaps that is something that we can begin while we wait for the others to join us.

You will not, Tahlir interrupted Ninlow before the large Satran male could even begin speaking. I am serious about resting that leg, Ninlow. We need you as hale as possible before we depart South Kinyard.

Are you not wearing a tunic beneath your jerkin? Shanlin asked her cousin curiously as she combed the knots from her hair. We may be far enough south not to be concerned with snow, yet it is still the beginning of Hahdence and a bit chilly.

Ai, Cousin, Balan whispered.

I am sorry, Balan, Shanlin replied with a frown. I did not intend to remind you of my own limitations. I imagine that you are not the least bit chilled.

Come, Sister, Tahlir