The Curse of the Blessed

By C A Tarington

Lady Maela Llewelyn loves her family and her land. Every year she sees her people growing weaker and sicker as the kingdom demands more and more resources from them. All the while, she hides inside her a magical power in fear she will be taken away by the High Holy Council.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C Tarkington
• Release date: Aug 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9798218079024

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Chapter one

The sun never shines in Adaria. That was the common saying, but of course, it wasn’t true. The sun made an appearance in Mae’s homeland as much as anywhere else in Gelardia. She supposed there were more shadows in Adaria than others as most of the area was covered in dense trees. Trees that produced fruit and nuts to feed the rest of the kingdom. Trees that grew tall and strong and provided good wood for homes, shops, and barns in all lands.

Mae looked out her bedroom window and smiled slightly as the sun peeked out of a cloud. It looked like it would be a nice autumn day in Adaria and a perfect day to celebrate the end of harvest time. It also meant she would have a rare break from her daily schedule. She had already slept later than usual since her assistant had not woken her up with the sun.

Thinking she might for once be in a light mood, something within reminded her why she always felt as if an enormous weight rested on her chest. The thing from within ran through her, begging to be released, wondering why she would not let it go. Her stomach churned as she moved her fingers around, feeling them tingle. Without the early morning exercises she put herself through almost daily, she had awoken with pent-up energy.

She watched the wind shake the trees outside her window, calling her to come outside and play. She wished she could wave her hand and make the breeze move to her will. She had an urge to throw open her window and float down, letting the wind carry her to the forest behind her house. The pull was so strong and real she reached out her hand towards the window as she heard the door open, and the young woman who assisted her walked into the room.

You are up early, said Enid as she laid a dark red dress on the bed. I thought you would sleep a bit later due to not having to rise as usual.

Mae put her hand down and flexed her fingers. She needed to control herself, push down her curse deep. Though it threatened to consume her like always, she took her customary three deep breaths and willed her stomach to settle. Turning to Enid, she managed a smile. It is a big day, and I need to be down to the orchards directly after breakfast, said Mae as she sat down at her vanity. Aurulia knows it will take you long enough to do something with this hair and stuff me in whatever dress you have brought.

Enid laughed. There is no need to invoke the name of the goddess. It will take little effort on my part. I’m thinking something simple for today since you will be in the orchards all morning, and your mother sent a dress she said would be very comfortable as well as presentable when your uncle and the other priests come.

Mae sighed. I doubt my mother and I have the same ideas of comfort, but I am sure it will be manageable no matter what it is. Go on, Enid, do your best.

Mae sat as still as she could as Enid braided her hair with a red ribbon to match her dress, pulling it up so it rested on top of her head. She stood so Enid could clothe her, and she was surprised that her dress was not too tight or heavy.

Is this new? asked Mae.

Enid nodded. Your mother had it done for the season. I believe she had many gowns made for you. She sat me down and had a chat with me, saying you would be out in public much in the future here and in other lands.

Mae looked at the back of her dress in the mirror. I thought perhaps I would have one more year before mother paraded me around the young men, but I suppose the quicker I am gone, the sooner she can stop worrying about me.

Enid adjusted the shoulders of Mae’s dress. Your mother cares for you very much, my lady. I am sure whatever her actions, she is only thinking of your future.

Mae nodded. I know you are right. I can’t imagine how much fear she lives in with me under her roof. Mae fidgeted with her skirt. She must hardly know where to start to find me a husband, not knowing who might be trusted in living with my secret.

Enid walked in front of her and took her hand. I believe the only fear she faces is in losing you. She only wants you safe and settled.

Mae wondered for the millionth time why the goddess Aurulia had cursed her. I need to eat so I can be on my way. The wagons will be leaving at any time.

Shall I call for your horse, or even the carriage, my lady? asked Enid.

Mae shook her head. It looks to be a pleasant day, so I will walk. Mother might want the carriage later when my uncle arrives.

Then I believe you are ready, my lady. You look lovely, as always.

Mae straightened to her full height as she smoothed down her dress. She never fretted much over her looks as there wasn’t anything to think about. She was too tall and wide to be called lovely by anyone. She didn’t think her face or hair was objectionable, but she was much different than the other dainty women of her sphere, including her mother. While she may have inherited her mother’s dark hair and light blue eyes, she, unfortunately, was built like her father. He called her sturdy and said she was from good Llewelyn stock.

I hope you will be able to enjoy some of the day, Enid. I will need some help to dress for the ball tonight, but I can manage to undress myself.

There is always some fun to be found downstairs or in the village. I can probably sneak away for a few hours. Do not worry about me, my lady. I find enough amusements in my life.

Mae grinned. Such as with the carpenter's apprentice. How old is Floyd now, nineteen?

Almost twenty, said Enid with a smile of her own, And about ready to set up his own shop.

And perhaps be able to take a wife in a year or so, said Mae. I will miss seeing you every day, but it will bring me great joy to see you settled and in love.

Enid laughed. You have gone much further with your musing than either he or I have, my lady. I foresee serving you for many years to come.

I hope not.

Mae walked from her room and hurried downstairs to the smaller dining parlor. She found her mother sitting at the table, drinking some tea and looking over a letter. Her mother glanced up and smiled, putting her teacup down.

You look enchanting, Mae. I knew that dress would look well on you, and I like how Enid has done your hair. Perhaps she can do something like it with a bit more flair for the ball tonight.

Mae sat down next to her mother, marveling at how effortlessly beautiful she always appeared. I hope you did not spend a great deal of money buying me this dress or any other gowns, mother.

Your father left plenty to see you kept up as a lady of this house should be. You haven’t had new things in a few years, and I believe you may have grown a little lately.

Mae sighed as she poured some tea. I have to stop at some point.

Do not sigh so loudly, Mae. It is unbecoming. Your father was tall, and so was the former Lady Llewelyn. She was quite commanding, and you remind me of her.

I barely remember grandmother, said Mae as she put some food on her plate.

She traveled much after her husband died, and your father started running the house. It helped me not be questioned as the lady of the manor, and I appreciated her discretion. She did come back and see us after you were born. Her mother smiled fully. The first time she held you, she said you would be a force. I believe she was right.

Mae rested her chin on her hand as she ate a bit of toast. She would much rather live a quiet life that benefitted her land and family than be any kind of force. She hated the unsettled feeling that filled her at all times, making her hands tingle and her legs twitch. Keeping her curse inside was difficult, and she had spent night after night praying to the goddess to take it away.

Will you go straight to the orchard after breakfast? I think you are too late to spend your morning as you usually do. said her mother taking Mae out of her thoughts.

Yes, said Mae as she sat up. I hope to be there not too long after the wagons arrive so I can announce the end of the short day and ring the bell. It is tradition, after all. Due to the holiday, I thought to give myself a small break.

You should take breaks more often, my darling. I know your father kept you at it when you were younger, but surely now that you are almost a grown young lady, you could let some of them go. I never did see the wisdom in teaching you how to use a sword.

Father said it is wise for every young lady to know how to defend herself. I enjoy it and the morning rides I take. Mae lowered her voice. They help me feel more settled.

Her mother made a quiet noise. Well, I’m glad you took a break today and that you will be the one to represent the family at the orchard. Perhaps your brother will be old enough to manage it next year. I’d like to wait until he can string more than three words together.

Mae laughed. He is barely three, but I do think he is extraordinarily smart. I am sure he will be able to say at least a few of the ceremonial words by next fall. I will work night and day with him so he can.

You always do have better luck with him than me. I will bring him this year. As soon as your uncle arrives, we will make our way to the orchards.

Mae nodded and went back to her breakfast. She ate too quickly, earning a few gentle admonishments from her mother that she would make herself sick. Once she was done, Mae excused herself. Her mother stood up and took her hand, leaning over to kiss her cheek. You are a blessing to the house and me. I hope you know how proud your father was of you. I am proud of you as well, Maela.

I know, mother. I hope I can continue to make you proud. I know I have caused you too much worry.

None of it is your fault, my dear, said her mother. You didn’t ask for it; none of us did.

Mae left the house, throwing on her dark cloak before walking out the door. She stepped out into the cool but partially sunny fall day and breathed deeply before walking towards the path that would take her past the village into the orchards. The smell of autumn was everywhere: dying leaves, damp ground, and crip air. As she walked, she couldn’t help but feel content, surrounded by the familiarity and beauty of her land.

The hills extended in both directions, covered in trees of varying colors. Soon all the yellow, green, and red leaves would fall, and she would be able to see the great river from her room, even catching the silhouettes of the mountains of Morven in the distance. Adaria may have been known as the least of the lands in her kingdom, but Mae could not imagine a place more lovely.

My lady, how fortunate I was able to catch you on your way this morning. Now, I can accompany you to the start of the festival, said a young man as he appeared out of the tree line. His voice was rich and low, teasing her, showing he was in a good mood. He gracefully slid next to her, falling into perfect step.

Were you watching for me, Felix, and what is with this, my lady business?

I was walking from my home to the orchard and happened to come upon you, my lady, and when you are dressed so, I cannot help but refer to you formally. You do look rather fetching today.

Mae rolled her eyes. And what would Sibill think of you talking so to me?

I doubt it would bother her at all since she hasn’t spoken to me in two weeks. I believe she is much engaged with Lord Kavan at the moment, said Felix with a huff.

Her mother does have some ideas about that match, but I don’t think you have to worry about it. Whatever happens, I will not be some momentary entertainment for you or a way for you to obtain your lady’s jealousy.

Felix took her hand and put it on his arm. I am only being friendly, my lady. You and I have always been great friends.

I suppose we have, but I can do without your unnecessary flirtations or any false proclamations of my beauty.

Felix shook his head. Why do you assume they are false? You do look very well this morning. Is this a new dress?

My mother has had several made for me. I believe she has plans for me to find a connection soon.

Surely not, said Felix as he pulled her closer. You aren’t even eighteen yet. You have plenty of time to find a husband if you wish. There is no reason to force it.

You can’t blame my mother for wanting me to be settled soon. She only wants me to be safe. I imagine some lower lord in an out-of-the-way place would do very well, said Mae quietly.

Have you had more issues lately? I thought you had it under control, said Felix as he looked around and spoke softly.

I have not had to let my magic loose, but I can feel it building up inside me. My dreams have been strange lately when I do manage to fall asleep. I try to keep myself busy with the schedule my father set for me, horseback riding, sword play, studying kingdom history, and everything else. It’s not helping like it used to.

Perhaps in a few days, you and I could ride to the river, and you could release just a bit. I am sure no one would see us out there.

Mae shook her head. It is too risky. It is better if I try to bury it deep inside, and maybe, one day, it will disappear altogether. If anyone were to see me and tell the wrong person- Felix, I don’t want to be taken away.

I wouldn't let them. We would run away somewhere deep into the forest, maybe make it to the sea. We could sneak onto a ship and leave the kingdom altogether.

Mae laughed slightly. You could never leave your duty behind or Sibill. No matter who she is speaking with at the moment, you know she will choose you in the end.

Then I will convince her to go with us. She will not want to lose you either. My brother can take up the lordship.

Your brother isn’t even twelve. Besides, we are speaking of something that will never happen. I will find a way to keep this under control. No one will ever know what I am.

Felix put his free hand over hers that rested on his arm. You speak as if you are something unnatural, and I want you to know you are not. You are wonderful, just as you are. It is not your fault you have this ability or even that it is treated such. You are not to blame for the kingdom losing almost all its magic.

Mae grunted in frustration. Why do the priests continue to let the Callagans rule? The kingdom has long been hurting under their leadership. Once magic was in everything, and many had the ability. Since they took over the throne, nothing good has happened.

You know the answer to your question. Too many in power support them. It would take an act of the goddess to displace them, answered Felix.

"And all the while, they take advantage of our people and land. They take more than their fair share of our harvest and cut down our trees, leaving our people barely enough to survive. They expect more and more food and wood for the city and the surrounding lands but take no account of how long it takes trees to grow or the toll the work has on the people.

Did you hear about the Woods? Tom died of his fever two nights ago, and it is not looking good for the baby. My mother sent the village healer last week, but he could do nothing. He said Tom was too weak to fight it off. He is doing all he can for the baby. Poor Susan.

Felix sighed. It's awful. There are tales like it all over the village and beyond, and I am sure it will only get worse with the coming winter. I believe our village has enough food to make it through the season, but I hear closer to the center of Adaria, there is a concern of scarcity.

My mother knows and is seeing what can be spared from our harvest after the palace takes their share. Does the king have no love for our people, his people? I know we live the furthest away from his padded throne as possible, but our land is still important.

And what do you plan to do about it, Lady Maela Llewelyn? Will you take your cause to the king?

I would if I had any authority, said Mae fiercely, But the leadership of my family and this land falls to my three-year-old brother. Perhaps I can find a way to marry and settle close by so I can help him. I can take him to the city one day, and we can appear before the king to save our people. Maybe we could form our own forces and go to the city one day. We have more numbers than any other in the land.

We do, agreed Felix, but they are simple farmers and harvesters who have no wish to fight. They only want a quiet existence doing what they know. They are not warriors, Mae.

But the way things are going, what they live for will be taken from them eventually. The king will bleed the land dry, and our people will perish with it. One day, we will have to fight for our way of life, Felix, and I am afraid that time is coming sooner than you think.

I will not argue with you as you might be right, but today is not the day to discuss it or think about it. You must appear as a calm, beautiful lady of Llewelyn. You look the part, now put on your mask and play the role.

They walked on to the orchard, entering the trees to watch their people work for the rest of the morning until Mae would ring the bell and announce the end of the harvest. As they moved through the trees, many greeted them with bows as they carried bowls and sacks of fruit. Mae looked up to see some of the young ones climbing into the trees to ensure they got every apple, pear, or nut. Mae and Felix laughed together as they walked amongst those working, picking some fruit themselves and placing them in waiting bags and bowls.

Mae bit into an apple as she grinned at something ridiculous Felix said when she heard a scream. It was piercing, the scream of someone terrified. It sounded like a young child. She dropped her apple and looked at Felix before picking up her skirts and running toward the noise. The yelling continued, and she stopped when she looked up at a tall tree to see a young girl dangling from a half-broken branch near the top.

Mae looked at the thick trunk, wondering if she could climb the tree, but knew it would be impossible for her to reach as high as the child even if she made it up to some of the lower branches. She heard the sounds of others running their way as the limb the girl hung from started to separate from the tree. Felix called out Mae’s name, but she continued to look up at the frightened child.

The sounds of those gathering came closer and closer, and the limb completely broke from the tree. The young girl gave a muffled yelp as though too shocked and scared to process what was happening. Mae didn’t hesitate as something took over her whole being, making her feel as though she was flooded with power. She raised her hands as the magic within her broke free, and the feeling of warmth enveloped her. Everything around her seemed to pause, the child in mid-air with the large branch at her side.

Mae pushed forward her hands, and she could see the energy she released surround the child. Mae lowered her hands, bringing the girl slowly down to the earth, where she landed on her feet, staring up at Mae in a mixture of fear and wonder. Mae stood with her hands out as she stared at the child, realization hitting her at what she had done.

Mae, said Felix uncertainly as he gently grabbed her arm.

She turned to look at him when someone else caught her eye. Her mother stood to her right, holding Mae’s brother in her arms. Next to her mother were her uncle and two other priests, all staring at her. Her mother looked on the verge of tears. Her uncle slowly shook his head as the other two priests narrowed their eyes and exchanged glances.

Chapter two

Mae felt paralyzed as she stared at her mother, who looked like she was about to cry. A group of workers came upon the scene, one woman running forward to grab the small girl.

What happened, Sarah? asked the woman as she took the child’s hand.

The girl fell from one of the low branches, said Mae’s uncle, moving towards Mae. Lady Maela was able to catch the child before she hit the ground. I don’t believe either was injured.

The woman turned around and looked at Mae before bowing before her and taking her hand. My lady, I cannot thank you enough for helping my daughter.

It was nothing, said Mae breathlessly.

We will all need to move along outside the orchard, said Mae’s uncle. It is time to announce the end of the harvest. Her uncle looked down at Mae. You will need to ring the bell, my lady, and say the words."

Mae swallowed hard and nodded as her uncle looked over her shoulder. Lord Havish, will you escort Lady Maela to the bell.

Felix nodded. Of course, High Holy One. He took Mae’s hand. Come along, my lady; you must do your duty.

Mae looked at her mother, who was holding her brother tightly as she muttered to herself. Felix gently pulled her, and Mae started to walk with him.

Felix, I know I shouldn’t have done it, said Mae quietly. I just couldn’t let that girl be harmed.

Shush, said Felix. I know why you did it. You don’t need to explain. Just keep quiet and trust your uncle to take care of it. No one saw beyond your family, the priests, and me. Let us hope the priests will listen to your uncle.

They made it to the bell, and Felix let go of her arm, standing behind her as her mother emerged from the trees, whispering to her uncle. Mae took a deep breath and tried to appear calm and collected as her mother walked toward her. Her uncle nodded to her mother before joining the priests who stood to the side close to the trees.

Mother, I’m sorry, Mae said softly as her mother stood beside her and put Mae’s brother down.

We will not discuss this here, whispered her mother. I don’t think there is anything to say. When you are finished, you will go to your room and stay there until the ball tonight.

Mother, began Mae, but her mother cut her off with a shake of her head.

It is time, Mae. Do your duty, urged her mother as she put a smile on her face.

Mae watched as many workers gathered around her. Her uncle walked over to stand on her free side. He looked out over the crowd calmly, even giving Mae a small, reassuring smile. Mae gathered herself and grabbed the cord of the large bell.

Our people have worked hard. Their efforts have proven fruitful as the harvest is plentiful. We thank the goddess, Aurulia, for these gifts. We ask for safe passage through the winter.

May she grant what you have asked, said her uncle loudly before Mae rang the bell three times.

The workers cheered as more and more emerged from the trees with large bowls and sacks of fruits and nuts. Barrels of warm mulled wine on the carts sent from Mae’s estate were pulled out, and many mugs were filled to be passed around. Mae watched them all revel in merriment for a moment before her uncle touched her arm.

You need to go home and prepare for tonight. I will come to see you before the ball. There are things we need to discuss.

She looked at him and nodded. I didn’t mean….

You haven’t done anything wrong, Mae, said her uncle. You cannot help how the goddess made you, but there are certain responsibilities that come with your gifts and position.

Gifts? asked Mae. What gifts?

We will discuss it later tonight. Go home and rest. I will see that your mother and brother make it back safely.

Mae wanted to say more, but her uncle turned away, obviously dismissing her. She looked at her mother, who was holding her brother’s hand as she greeted some lower lords who had wandered over to the celebrations. Deciding she had no other choice, Mae hurriedly walked from the area toward the house.

Mae, wait, said Felix as he jogged after her, catching her on the main path to her home.

I must do as I am told, and apparently, I have been dismissed to the house for the rest of the day. I have embarrassed my family again.

You have embarrassed no one. Your uncle and mother only want to keep you safe. I am sure they are having you rest while they take care of everything. It will be just like the times before, reassured Felix.

It won’t, said Mae adamantly as they continued to walk. Did you see the looks on those priests' faces? It was like they had won a commendation from the king. I am sure they will come and drag me off to Brighan to do the goddess knows what with me. Perhaps they will sell me to the highest bidder to perform tasks for some high lord in the city. Maybe I will be put on display in the palace for esteemed guests like some kind of jester. Perhaps, I will be lucky, and they will only study me for a time until they do away with me, knowing I cannot be unleashed on society.

Don’t talk like that; don’t even think that way, said Felix. The truth is we don’t know what they do with people like you as there aren’t many left, and families never hear from their loved ones once they are taken. It won’t matter, though, because your uncle is a High Priest of the temple of Aurulia. He can smooth this over quickly. He will pay the other priests off or promise them promotions to keep quiet. Nothing will come of this; you will see.

Don’t be naïve, Felix. It wasn’t just my uncle this time. There were two other priests with him, and while they might not be as highly placed as my uncle, they must still be of the palace temple. Their words can make it to the Highest One.

Your uncle will not rest until he can find a way to keep you safe. He has too much respect for the memory of your father to do any less, said Felix.

I know he will do all he can to protect me, but he cannot ignore who he is or who he serves. He is on the High Holy Council and serves the goddess. If word of my powers gets out to those he answers to, he cannot help me.

I refuse to hear this, said Felix. All will be fine. We will laugh about this next week at the Simmons ball. Sibill will tell you how silly you are.

Mae stopped as she came to the gate of her home. She turned to Felix. You can say all these comforting things, but you know they aren’t true. I have gone too far this time. I shouldn’t have done it, but I couldn’t let that girl be hurt. I couldn’t even stop myself if I tried.

Felix took her hand. You are too good, Mae. You always have been. I can’t see how you did anything wrong or that you ever have.

You should go. I’m not sure you should even talk to me at this point, said Mae. Go home and try to get Sibill to speak with you. Tell her what happened so you both can avoid me from now on.

She won’t do it, and neither will I. I will go to Sibill, and we will think of something if needed. I still think your uncle will set everything right, but we will prepare if the worst happens. We won’t abandon you.

Mae smiled slightly. And I could never let either of you suffer because of me. She took a deep breath and squeezed his hand. Perhaps, I am just being dramatic. I am sure you are right in that my uncle will smooth it over. You should go speak with Sibill but only to tell her how you feel about her. Do not leave any doubt, so she has no need to entertain any other lords or visitors.

He kissed her hand gently. It will be fine, Mae. I know it will. Do not worry. I will see you tonight, and you will save me a dance.

Mae nodded. Of course, the second, for your first is always taken.

He let go of her hand and walked away before turning back. If you need me or if something happens, please come to me or send for me. I meant it when I said I would never abandon you. I would do anything for you, Mae.

I would do the same for you, Felix.

She watched him walk off before going to her home. She took off her cloak and handed it to a waiting servant without saying a word. Walking up to her room, she shut the door behind her and looked around. She almost fell upon the bed and cried, but what good would it do? She could hear her father’s voice in her head saying a Llewelyn is strong. A Llewelyn must be because we lead a great land, and a land is only as strong as the one who leads it.

She looked towards her vanity and wardrobe, thinking it would be easy to throw a few things in a bag and run to the stables. She could have her horse saddled and be gone within an hour. She could ride deep into the forest and never look back. Her mother would no longer have to deal with the dread and shame of having such a daughter. She could raise the next lord without the shadow of an unnatural girl hanging over the house.

Mae had almost determined to do it when she glanced out her large window. She moved over to it and looked out over Adaria. The trees were at their peak color, and she could see a few people walking over one of the rare barren hills, leading a herd of goats in the distance. She could not abandon her land or her people.

She could not bear to leave her mother. Mae knew her mother loved her, and though if Mae left, her mother would no longer have to fear Mae’s supernatural power being discovered, she would constantly worry over where Mae could have gone. If Mae ran away, her mother would spend resources and money to find her. Mae would have to stay where she was and face the consequences, whatever they may be.

Mae thought of her little brother. She wasn’t sure she had ever loved anyone as much as she did him. Little Lord Jonathan was named after their father. He would have much to live into, filling the role left by the previous lord. To think of never seeing him again was too much. She had promised her dying father she would watch out for him.

Mae walked close to her vanity and stripped off her pretty dress. She went to her dresser and pulled out the one pair of pants she owned, putting them on before throwing on a rough shirt. Mae glanced in the mirror and noticed the contrast between her elegant, braided hair and her strange clothes. Her mother hated it when she dressed like this, but her father had allowed it for her exercises when he was alive, so her mother never forbid it.

Mae grabbed her sword hidden behind her wardrobe and ran downstairs, past the parlor and dining hall to the side door close to the kitchens. A few servants watched her as she swiftly ran by, but none said anything. The stable boy put his hand on his hips and cocked his head as she passed the stables. She only raised a hand in recognition before continuing to the field that lay before the barren orchard behind her house. It had been left to rest for two years, hoping it would