Today, the Irish music will play and my crock pot will fill our home with the smell of salty meat and soft, yellow cabbage, and carrots. I might have to pick up a loaf of soda bread if there’s no time to make one but there will be more butter. I might not dye everything green but I’m on the hunt for cans of green beer for my husband.
My mind turned back in time to a story set in Ireland that I started years ago on this very day. There were
Fae warriors and a prince who used to visit the gate keeper’s family on the nights of the full moon during the summer. The prince never seemed to age as the years moved forward in the human world and a granddaughter was born. As she grew older his visits during the summers lasted longer until she had to go away for college.
There was something she knew that her family wasn’t telling her about their cottage on the lake. Her grandmother’s stories filled her head with all kinds of other worldly legends. She never forgot the eyes of her Fae prince that were filled with moonlight.
Now, that her grandmother passed away, she stood on the docks looking at forest on the other side. Her nana’s journal and letter didn’t make sense. How could she be the new gatekeeper, the secret keeper of the Fae prince? A prince? She shook her head. Maybe her nana was lost in her stories and couldn’t tell the difference before she passed away.
“Hello, Cara.”
She spun around to familiar voice. His skin glittered in the moonlight, and those eyes. He was still the same young man she remembered. His clothes looked like they spun of the night sky and fairy lights. The gold crown at the top of his head was new. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The air shifted around him and started to loose any sense of time.
“I’ve been waiting for you to return.” His voice was soft, low. He sounded like a prince.
For a moment, she believed as he stood there. Everything nana told her was true. She suddenly saw her nana there. “Now, I know you’re fond of our prince but he doesn’t belong in this world Cara. Humans and Fae just don’t go together like the raisins and sugar in my pudding. I’m sorry to say, you can’t be together.”
Something inside her grew sad and she looked down at the dock. She lost herself for a second. Cold fingers made her chin tingle as he lifted her head back up. His eyes whirled like spinning stars.
“You are my keeper now. You hold my secrets in this world.” His stare went right through her and she shivered. He laughed and dropped his hand.
She didn’t want him to let go. “Wha – what do you mean?” Her head titled up at him as she traced over his squared jaw.
His eyes smiled down at her. “You know what I mean. You feel this place, like your grandmother. You believed her stories when you were a child. Don’t tell me you stopped?”
He believed something about that she didn’t understand. How did she get so lost from that girl? Her eyes blinked. She was lost. All those years at school, and she still didn’t know what she wanted to be when she grew up. Her eyes locked with his. Until now. She was her grandmother’s daughter.
“Good.” That smile of his convinced her she never lost the truth.
She did belong here with him.
To be continued…
That’s my old story, picked back up this week as we travel back through our own writing.
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