A Fairy Kills
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Chapter 1
A Fairy Kills
“Redhaired fairy form so bright,
Redhead fairy so firm and light,
Yellow dress so fitting exactly right.”
Book 1, set 1
Taylenel dove through the ash leaves trying to find her, the bright part of his spirit seeking light. He twisted in the air searching all around the ash with its rough bark. “Clarisa,” he called hearing his voice calling her name thrilled him to no end. He dove to land on a leaf so green. Taylenel served the green in the forest and his wings echoed this. Clarisa served the yellow and her wings echoed that. This yellow fairy he now searched for.
There, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her peering over an ash leaf. A slight giggle escaped her lips and although her hand went to her mouth it seemed to be too late. Her lover's head turned slightly. He did a twist and a backflip but had she already flitted away, now he could follow her laughter. This he did and righteously. Just behind her almost touching her feet. Soaring, twisting, and finally, she pulled up to face him. Taylenel rose to bring his body close, barely separate. Their body heat shared so close they were.
“Do you love me,” she asked with a hint of mischief in her eye.
“More than a bee loves honey,” he said with his hands on her hips. She touched her lips to his, brushing them gently, as gently as a feather touch caressing the skin.
Then she dropped, falling from his grasp, seizing, and teasing his unbridled passion. Taylenel hovered looking down still his nostrils being filled with the scent of her fragrance like hyacinth blossoms. He watched her fall then fell into a dive as she curled and then dove headfirst into another dive toward the ground. He followed her close again through the ash and yew. He followed through the fern gully, followed at top speed as she playfully slowed to twist and hover letting him catch up. He took off raising above to look down at her upturned and beautiful face.
Then it happened.
The net came from nowhere to trap and engulf her. Fear took her as her spirit became entangled in the coarse mesh. A club came from nowhere, Taylenel saw the hideous goblin face sneering as the club hit him and he felt nothing but empty blackness.
*****
When he came to, he saw the broken stems of the ferns dripping dew in tiny droplets. He followed the rough trail the goblins made as they had clumsily made their way through the brush and undergrowth. Until he came to the edge of the fey forest. There he found the footprints of five creatures.
How did they get past the borders? How did they break the seal? How long had he been unconscious?
Fear and dread gave him speed as he flew straight and true. Not noticing the twist and turns to the fey court.
The fey court was being held and was full as the fairies sat on the branches and leaves surrounding the yew glade and the throne. Red, blue, Jade, azure and scarlet fairies by the ten-score sat in the court but Taylenel noticed none. Instead, he landed right in front of the throne.
“My queen.” Taylenel fell to one knee in homage. “I need Quiet Sleeper, the sword forged by the elves in the north.”
Queen Lensa Elrieth of the line of Transodor sat on her throne with her yew and ruby scepter dressed in gossamer skirt and robes. “Why do you interrupt my court, good fairy? And what could be of such importance as to warrant the elvish blade Quiet Sleeper?”
“They have taken Clarisa,” he pleaded, rising to his feet. “They have taken my love and my life.”
“Who fairy," Queen Lensa filled her voice with compassion. “Who has taken your love and your life. Who has taken your heart?”
“The goblins! The goblins have! How did they get through the barrier, how did they get through the seal?”
“I don’t know. I have no idea.” The queen summoned her advisor, a small mouse. He chittered that he would talk to the seal. “What will you do with Quiet Sleeper? Fairies don’t kill. Will you lose your innocence for your love.?”
“I must have her back,” Taylenel said taking a step forward. “I will take it if I must!”
“No,” Lensa said finally. “Come, I’ll give it to you.”
Across the glade, they walked with purpose and speed. The doors opened in the base of the yew and they stepped through to be met by glow globes that lit the chambers.
The sword in its scabbard hung over the plate of silver to keep the moisture away. Blue silver made up the scabbard and blue silver wire wrapped the hilt. A diamond capped it off.
“Only one fairy has ever used this blade, against goblins, too. Served the elvish lords who made this for us. I give it to you.”
As quick as the blade was offered a burning itch to end the goblins who took his Clarrisa filled him. He took the hilt and spun in the air then dove forward out the door.
*****
At the edge of the fairy wood, he found the trail, broken grass stems he followed for what seemed forever. His focus narrowed to just the trail. When he reached the cave, he almost entered without realizing the trail ended in dirt. The sky was bright, but the sunlight meant little. Taylenel flew to the side of the cave entrance and flew to the top to hang upside down. The surprise must be on his side he knew. He saw nothing so he dropped down and into the cave he went, the sunlight meant nothing in the cave as he left it behind. He made his way slowly and cautiously along the wall until he came to a stone wall with a door set in it. The door was ajar allowing him to slip into the room.
A cot with a trunk at the foot occupied the west wall but a mildew smell came from the mattress. A broken lamp occupied the center of a wooden table.
No Clarissa. No Goblins.
He slipped out to continue down the hallway. When he came to the next opening, he found it contained a couple of fire pits, over one hung a small cauldron with a rancid smell, and over the other, on a spit sat a hunk of indistinguishable meat.
No Clarissa. No goblins.
Down the tunnel, it turned on itself and he found a lighted room. He flew up to the top of the entrance to see three goblins standing over a table with a lantern set on it. The lantern lit the room and in the shadows at the side of the cave sat two bunks where two more goblins lay sleeping.
He could not see the tabletop but knew Clarissa lay there, he knew that was where his heart lay. He closed his imagination and let his rage build quietly and he became calculating. He measured the distance and planned to strike the middle goblin first.
Forward he flew with Quiet Sleeping at his side. Straight as an arrow he flew at the middle goblin's neck. He sliced once, leaving only a slight cut and blood trail but it seemed enough to put the goblin down and asleep. It crumbled.
The other two attacked as soon as he flew by. They yelled in anger and grabbed their clubs to start swinging. Taylenel darted to the left to avoid a club swing.
Swinging again the goblin missed again.
Another swing.
Another miss.
Taylenel dove and put another down with a small cut.
Taylenel dove away from the club welder to fly in the face of one getting up. He threw his hands up at the thing coming into his face and the green fairy sliced, again just a small cut. That goblin fell, too.
The other goblin stood groggily and Taylenel flew at him but dodged up causing the club to hit him in the face, the club the other goblin wielded. The goblin's face became filled with blood.
Swing.
Miss.
Taylenel flitted aside as the club came down and as the hand fell he darted in to slice that hand with tiny cuts.
That goblin fell.
So did the other, blinded with pain.
A mewing came from behind him, and he turned to fly over to the place where Clarissa lay tied and cut. Her wings lay beside her and razor cuts covered her naked body. Over her legs, stomach, and tiny breasts.
“I knew you would come,” she said softly, a sweet, weak whisper barely heard.
The green fairy touched and caressed her forehead to wipe the pain-filled sweat away. “I had no option, hearts choice.” Taylenel smiled down at the sweet face of his yellow fairy with the pink eyes. “Are you in pain, love I can end the pain?”
“No,” Clarissa whispered. “No pain just numb. It’s all gone now; I’ll never fly with you again. I loved our play in the air. Our turnings and twists.”
“No sweet,” Taylenel whispered in her ear, softly. “We’ll never fly together. The magic in a fairy’s wings takes more to heal than even the Queen can do, I think. She has power but not that much.”
Taylenel stood and placed the blade at her side, slowly, easily, and painlessly he made a tiny cut in her naked side. She slept. Eyes just closed.
Cool, icy became his spirit.
He walked to the edge of the table and looked down at the first goblin he put to sleep, he would not awake. Neither would the rest.
*****
The green fairy that was Taylenel landed in the middle of the court to set himself before the queen. Now mid-morning, as the court woke, he lay the body of his love down at the queen’s feet. The mice on either side chittered.
Queen Lensa Elrieth rose and took a step down. “And what do you bring me good fairy?” she asked. “Do you bring me your love so I might enjoy her beauty? She is beautiful. What is your name?”
“My name is Taylenel and I cannot cry.”
“You are my champion, Taylenel. I will ask you to do things I cannot ask others to do. Do you accept this role?”
“Yes, my Queen."
She placed her scepter on his black-haired head and then on both shoulders.
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