We Need Your Help!

Alatatriel sat in her cave grooming Rani, her wolf when she heard voices outside.

"Where the heck are we?!" said one she could not place.

"An old...OLD alliance"

"Oh gee I'll bet you can't guess who that is" said Rani sarcasicaly.

Alatariel rolled her eyes, by the sound of it, Keeva was outside and she was with... a human by the smell of it. She licked her lips, and Rani stood at the ready, hackles raised and teeth bared.

Alatariel rose to her feet, to 'welcome' her guests.
Keeva walked in, hands at shoulder hight in surrender, "Now listen to me" she said, slowly approaching Alatariel, Rani growled, but Keeva contiued,

"We need your help! Trust me if I had a choice I wouldn't be here!"

'What kind of help?' Alatariel wondered.

"I would think it was obvious, what kind of help. I am now subject to a mortal being, he is my charge and I need to get him home. You were the only person I thought could help me." Keeva said, reminding Alatariel of the nymph's power to read minds. Keeva continued, "We were attacked our way here, by Ankou's men. They had the star."

Alatariel sighed, she had had encounters with Ankou personaly, and he wasn't a pleasant person.

"Where is this 'mortal' you speak of?" she asked. Keeva turned around and beckoned him in, he was around 15 or 16 years old.
"This is Eirnin." Keeva said.
Alatariel's eyes widened and Rani's mouth opened to show sharp blood stained teeth.
Eirnin backed away, terror convulsed his features.
Keeva stepped in front of him, "Back off Alatariel! He's mine under Amberlia's law! I need you to help me keep him safe!"

Alatariel sighed, "Amberlia's law? Well not much I can do about that can I?" she gave a wicked smile to Eirnin then added, "Ankou's men will never leave him alone. when Ankou sets his mind on something, he gets it."

Keeva nodded, "Just help us. Please?!"

Alatariel looked at her for a long time, "Only Amberlia can save him." she said finally.
Keeva frowned in mid-thought, "but we don't know where she is!" she exclaimed.
Alatariel smiled, "But I know someone who does. Her name is Ika, she lives in the Gamonspar forest."
Rani still had the look of feral animality staring at Eirnin hungrily.
Keeva stepped forward, "you will not harm him in the journey, or any other time, and I will not talk to you. Deal?" she asked Alatariel, who nodded.
They walked out of the cave and towards the forest, but soon they came to a....

A Fork in the Road

OR

A Cloaked Figure

We Know You're in there!

‘Emberielle!’
The mental call breaks my concentration. I open my eyes just in time to see the floating ball of flame sputter and die. ‘Hmph. Seriously annoyed now.’
‘Emberielle, we know you’re in there somewhere… You can’t ignore us forever!’
‘No but I could have tried if you weren’t so persistent.’ They were annoying me but they sounded out of breath, which usually meant they were in trouble and had been running, or they were losing patience with me. Either way it was time to acknowledge their existence or tell them to go away.
'Who are you, and what do you want?' I asked.
'We are the party of Keeva, Alatariel with Rani, Ika, and the human Eirnin. We wish to speak to Emberielle Starsong, daughter of the Amber Lady. It is of great importance!' it sounded like Keeva.
'Where are you?' I called back.
'By the river. HURRY!' They were in desperate need of my help.
I ran toward the nearby river, terrified at what (or who) I would find that tortured my friends. “ALATARIEL! KEEVA! IKA! Where are you?” This out loud.
“Over here. Help!”
I rounded the corner and saw a terrifying sight. A HUGE sea serpent poised to bite over my friends. 'Get away from the water you idiots!'
'We tried that! We’re not stupid! It lunged at our every obvious move! And something about it makes our magyks not work!' Alatariel was annoyed at her terror, I could tell. Rani was no where to be seen, maybe the monstrous serpent had a magyk that caused all our magyk to fail, including Rani, Alatariel’s spirit.
'I will try to help.' I didn’t know how I could, though.
'Hurry!'
I feel the tingle of the Magyk coursing through my fingers. My fire flies out hitting the creature in the eyes. The shriek that followed was so loud I was incapacitated. My legs fell out from under me. As my head hit the ground I saw the creature turn and look at me. It turned, smiled and lunged.
“STOP!” the voice was not one I recognized.
The serpent fell, it’s large head slammed to the ground beside my legs with an empty thud. It got up more pissed off than before.
Eirnin, for that was the boy’s name, calmly walked over to the snake. He climbed up its scales.
I had a weird nagging question of whether it felt the slight weight of the 16-year-old boy. It probably didn’t. ☺
He climbed up and whispered in the creature’s ear. Even with my superior hearing I could not hear what he said.
The scaly leviathan hissed and slid into the water. Just in time Eirnin slid off and jumped to the ground.
“Well then, now that thta's over with, what did you have in mind when you came looking for me?” I would not waste any time getting these nuisances off my unwilling hands.
"A simple thank you would be more than sufficient, you know." Keeva was irked by my ingratitude.
“We need help disguising Eirnin. Ankou wants him.” Keeva liked the Irish boy. I could tell by the way she emphasized his name. She could hear my thoughts and heard it when I called him boy. ‘So what, if I like him? I can like who I wish to like.’ She hated me now.
‘Never said you couldn’t like Eirnin, he’s just not my type.’
‘Okay. I just like him and don’t want another person to like him. Especially a goddess daughter.’
‘Okay. I’ll help.’
‘Thank you.’
“I will help him.” Keeva smiles at me, gratitude written obviously across her features. “Eirnin, come here. As a human have you ever had a blood transfusion?”
He answered without delay. “Yes. It was for a gash in my leg that wouldn’t stop bleeding.” He was proud of this.
“Okay, that’s pretty much what we’re going to do to save you. I will cut the side of your neck, then I will cause some of my magyk to flow into you. Does that sound okay?” my thoughts were only, 'It better!'
“Yeah, sure.” Good he wasn't a chicken.
I walked over and, using my nail, scratched the surface of his neck. I placed my hand over the cut. I felt the magyk well up inside of me. Slowly, gently I transferred the tingle from my hand to his blood stream. Not too fast or it would come out as a burst of flame, killing him instantly. Too slow and it would only heal the wound, which would be of no use.
“What does it feel like?” I had never had the transfusion, the only faerie in the world.
“Like when my arm or leg falls asleep. A kind of tingle.” that wasn't helpful.
“Okay it’s done. Use the power to close your cut. Ease it out slowly. Like when you try to eat the tender inside of a grass-blade.” only thing I knew of that could describe it.
“I don’t do that anymore, but okay.”
He healed the cut perfectly. The scar left behind was in the shape of the snake. The boy would control snakes as his power.

***

The next morning the group awoke to Eirnin’s disappearance. Now that he was fey he would only need protection from himself. He would be okay.

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The Discovery

Keeva stepped out of her pool and froze, as a pair of very green, very human eyes caught and held her gaze. For a moment she was transfixed, but then, the cool, calculating part of her mind took over.
‘Did I come to the mortal world?’ She thought. No she didn’t think so… but there was a human, right there in front of her gawking like a little kid at the zoo.
‘Then how did he get here?’ she wondered. Well that didn’t matter now, he was here and he was her responsibility.
She sized him up, then asking, very calmly considering her situation, “What is your name?”
“It- it’s uh, Eirnin” he replied.
'Nice Irish accent', she couldn’t help but notice. “How did you get here, Eirnin?”
“I think I walked through a hill.”
“What?”
“I was walking along the highway. I turned to go up to my house, and bam-zam I was here in this forest.”
‘Great.’ She thought. ‘More tears between the world, and in Ireland no less? Don’t they have enough tears?’ She gave Eirnin a once over; he was about 5’2” with short brown hair and very green eyes. They seemed to go on forever, a sure sign of magyk or at least magykal tolerance. That wasn’t so weird to have an Irish boy with magykal tints, what with so many tears in the veil between the realms, Keeva reminded herself.
“Well, I suppose we’d better go.” Keeva said abruptly.
“Go where?” asked Eirnin.
“One of the nearest portals so I can send you back to the mortal world.”
“Go? I’m not leaving my life was horrible back home, this is my chance at a fresh start!”
“Look, under the laws of Amberlia, which is by the way where you are as well as our goddess, you are my charge. The law says that the first person to see a mortal is responsible for them; if the human unknowingly break the law, their dava-sheimas (one who is responsible for them) must pay a fine. I don’t want to be responsible for some 15-year-old kid…”
“I’m 16!”
“Whatever! Point is I don’t want to be in charge of you, so you’re going the portal, whether you like it or not!”
I'm not going.”
“You can move or I can move you.”
He sized up her slight, African form, and snorted, “Like you could!”
Keeva reached out with her magyk to the winds above. She grabbed three strands, brought them down, and wrapped them around Eirnin’s shoulders, his waist where his hands were, and around his ankles. They lifted him up and followed Keeva as she started toward the near-by portal.
Eirnin raved about how un-fair this was, then settling for telling her how bad his life at home had been. How his mother had died when he was 12, which had caused his father to become an alcoholic, thus forcing the care of his two sisters into his responsibilities list, as massive as it already was. His father was emotionally and physically abusive whenever he did something wrong, and even sometimes when he didn’t. When his sisters had run away six months ago he had received such a beating he had been put in the Emergency Room.
‘Whatever that is.’ Keeva thought. She was beginning to feel sorry for him, but she still didn’t want to be responsible for him. She didn’t want to send him back to that either. She could give him the supplies he would need to survive in his world of course, but she was still unsure…


Should she:
Take him to the portal ☹ OR Let him stay ☺

This story part is written by Mykalad {www.scaryfeariesamberlia.blogspot.com} one of the best writers ever known!!!!