Saturday, 5 December 2015

Faerytale Poem and Short Story

Hello Everyone,

I am happy to say that I completed my fifty thousand word challenge for National Novel Writing Month. The final book Arabella: A love Story; which I posted a few chapters from last month, will be available in print and as an E-book next year.
Within the collection of poems that I released in 2014; Poems For All Occasions, there is a fantasy poem titled Forbidden Love. This year I decided to write a short story based upon my poem. Here is Forbidden Love, followed by the short story; Thorn in a Faerytale. I hope that you enjoy reading them.

Forbidden Love

There once was a Faery who rode a Unicorn,
Who once met a Warrior by the name of Thorn,
He was built with muscle from head to toe,
And was captured by the Faery’s sunshine glow,
But they couldn’t be together by magic law,
Even though each other they dearly did adore,
They asked a Goddess to break this law,
But she only replied,‘this would lead to war,'
So the Warrior and Faery decided to part,
Holding one and other in each-others heart,
The Faery had immortal beauty but the Warrior grew with age,
And began to reach his life’s final stage,
The law was then dropped and the Faery flew to his side,
Only to discover her only love had died.

Thorn in a Faerytale

Faeries aren’t supposed to show themselves to humans. They are to stay miniature in their size, buzzing around like flies through the daytime, granting wishes to children. But at night, they like to sneak out and go riding in the enchanted forest.

One night, a Faery was riding her unicorn through the forest, like she would most nights; enjoying the electric dragonflies glide by and the moon shine down onto the lake, illuminating every ripple of water; when she came across a warrior leaning against the great oak tree. He had long blonde locks and tight muscles. There was no denying that his gaze immediately fell upon the faery and the unicorn, yet she still tried to gallop away. The warrior threw a dagger in front of the unicorn, so they would come to a halt. She panicked, this was the first time a faery had ever been seen, and they were never taught what to do under this circumstance at Fae School. The warrior grabbed the Faery from behind pulling the Faery and her unicorn apart.

The warrior whisked the Faery away and after that day nothing was the same. The warrior and Faery fell in love, even though they knew it was forbidden, they knew it was true.

On the Faery’s return into the enchanted forest, the Faery decided to call upon the goddess mother nature. She had been taught that the goddess was everywhere, in everything, bringing life to all. The faery had never seen the goddess before, but she believed that the goddess existed. She had to convince the goddess of her love for the warrior and his love for her.

After a while the goddess appeared, not in form but the Faery could feel her in the wind, she could sense her in the floating leaves that blew from the trees and she could see her in the ripples of the lake. The faery asked the goddess to drop the law, so that she and the warrior could be together for the duration of his human life. The goddess gave only one response as a violent gust of wind blew the Faery away.
The Faery flew back into the forest, she knew that she had angered the goddess and wished to make amends.

‘I am sorry,’ said the Faery.

With no further response from the goddess the Faery spoke again.

‘My love for the warrior will never die but he will, and when he does so will my heart.’

The goddess presented herself in the centre of the lake.

‘Faery I hear your sadness, but I am afraid what you ask is impossible, it will only lead to war between the realms. I cannot grant your request.’

With that the Faery cried a single tear leaving a patch of the forest frozen in youth, before returning back to her kingdom.

The warrior tried to find the Faery but she had left no trace of herself behind, therefor he moved on with his life.

When the Faery arrived home she was called in for questioning by the Faery council. The council interrogated the faery on her attachment to the human warrior. The faery could have lied, telling council it was nothing that she was kidnapped, but she couldn’t. The faery wanted to remember her love for the warrior, even if that meant her wings being clipped. The faery handed over her wand and bent forward ready for her wings clipping. The council were merciful to the faery and let her keep her wings, only confiscating her wand. The council then asked if the Faery had anything to say on the matter, in which the Faery nodded before she spoke.

‘My heart will never belong to another and when he dies so will I.’

The Faery council shook their heads before banishing the Faery from entering the enchanted forest for fifty whole years. The faery was ordered to be locked in the ivory tower, a place where no magic can be used. Even though the Faery got to keep her wings and was shown mercy with her punishment of fifty years in the ivory tower, her heart was still full of sadness.

Fifty long years passed by as the Faery almost went mad. After ten years she started to forget the warriors’ face, his touch on her skin and his lips tasting hers. She suffered the pain of all those long years knowing that when she was finally set free, he could already be dead. Yet something inside the faery gave her hope. Maybe it was a small glow of belief or her love that had not faded since they were parted.

The moment the Faery was set free, she returned to her chambers at the kingdom to pack up her belongings and leave the kingdom forever. On entering the faery’s chambers she overheard kisses coming from behind a curtain. The faery pulled the curtain back with anger, if she could not be happy why should someone else? Stood in front of her were another faery and a human man. The faery felt sympathetic to the two, as she knew what would become of them when the faery council found out. On seeing the Faery, the other Faery with the man gasped in shock, as she noticed the faery from the council meeting fifty years ago.

‘I’m sorry for what happened to you; I bet you were relived to find out that the goddess dropped the law.’

‘Dropped the law?’ the Faery asked.

‘Yes only a few years after your sentence had been passed, the goddess found other faeries falling in love with humans and so she decided to drop the law.’

There was only one thing the Faery could think of at that moment in time, it was a human saying that she had heard in the past, life really is, she thought.

The Faery gathered her belongings, grabbed her unicorn from the stables and rode as fast as she could. She rode out of the kingdom, through the enchanted forest and into the human realm.

She found the warrior through magic. As she peered through the frozen window she saw an old man laid in his bed. The faery flew through the window to his side. He looked a lot older but she still knew that it was him. Although he was now four times her age, she didn’t care; her love was still as strong as it was fifty years before. She stroked the side of his face, it was cold. He shivered as he opened his eyes to see her one last time before he passed away.

The Faery shook him, she tried every ounce of magic that she was capable of but nothing worked. Her warrior had died. A rustle came from the window, followed by a gentle breeze and the figure of a lady made of ice, the goddess.

‘You have to believe, to believe is the most powerful force that lies within us, if you believe in the love you had, he can never die. It’s the same with faeries, if no one believes in you, you die but if they really believe you live.’

The Faery held the warriors hand and kissed his frozen lips one last time. As the contours of her lips touched his, she really believed in their love. She believed he was the only one for her. She believed they could be together at last. She believed with every ounce of certainty that she had inside of her. She believed so much that he began to kiss her back.

As the warrior rose, rejuvenated with youth he held her tight in his arms. The faery cried a single tear that fell upon the warrior. They had wasted one lifetime but the faery would not waste another. With that single tear and the Faery’s belief, the Faery and the warrior lived happily together, forever in immortality.

If you ever have doubts in the future, remember the story of the Faery and the warrior. To believe is the strongest magic of all.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

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