Faerie Wishes

Faerie Wishes

By Valerie Bowen

Written by: Valerie Bowen

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Copyright 2011 Valerie Bowen

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Faerie Wishes

By Valerie Bowen

Disclosure:

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Author: Valerie Bowen

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Cover Photo:

Jeanna Hahn Ross

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DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to my daughter Janeice, and my son Matthew. Without them my life would have been very boring.

Special Thanks

I would like to give special thanks to the following individuals that have helped me in more ways than they could possibly imagine.

Holly Hood: For mentoring me, and taking time away from her own writing to answer all my questions. I f you would like to contact Holly with questions or comments please use the following information: email is WinglessSeries@yahoo.com and her blog where you can find all sorts of information about Holly’s current projects and available books: http://winglessreapers.blogspot.com/

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Table of Contents

Prologue:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7:

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Chapter 12:

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

Chapter 17:

Chapter 18:

Prologue

The fae are mystical creatures living in a realm that is completely invisible to the human eye. Although the fae possess the magic to cross realms they rarely make contact with humans. When contact is made either by accident or on purpose, the human does not possess the ability to see them in any other form than human.

Humans will never have the ability see the faerie’s wings or any other feature that is hereditary to the fae. Although there have been very few humans that have been given the gift to gaze upon the fae without their glamour and are able to see the features the fae possess. If the individuals that were granted the gift of seeing the fae, and ever spoke of the creatures living in the forest, they were categorized as dreamers.

Chapter One

Talia Saturnfrost would be considered to be a rather small faerie with big dreams. She stands approximately five foot one; she has very long dark chestnut hair and deep green eyes. Her flawless skin looks as if were fabricated of the finest porcelain. Although she was over a thousand years old, to the untrained human eye she appeared to be about eighteen years old.

Talia has grown extremely bored living in the deep forest of Maine; she wanted the one thing she has always dreamed about, she wanted to be human. For as long as she cared to remember all she desired was to make a wish and be transformed from fae to .human. She dreamed of getting married just as humans do and she would have children just like a human.

Pipe dreams. her sisters would say, Humans are the ones that dream of becoming fae not the other way around. What fae would ever give up eternity to be a short lived human? They harassed her constantly. They told her to get her head out of the stars and enjoy her existence. Talia was beginning to understand their reasoning…that is until the day she wondered to the stream at the edge of her forest home.

As the events unraveled they initiated a whole new way of thinking for Talia. It was a few human months ago when she first spied him sitting on a large boulder in the small clearing on the opposite side of the stream from where she stood. The human male appeared to be about twenty five. By her estimation he was approximately six feet tall with very dark hair that shimmered whenever the sun’s rays were cast upon his head. The male’s muscular body appeared to be heaving with heavy sobs. She continued to watch the man as he sat alone on the large boulder. His head was bowed and his hands were trembling uncontrollably. He stared down at a small flimsy item in his hands. After a few long moments he raised his head and wiped his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. The male stared straight ahead not really holding anything in his gaze. The male’s face was red and his eyes were wet from the many tears he shed.

Talia stared at the handsome human with great fascination. She approached the stream’s bank, while keeping her eyes fixed on the male. She noticed he was tearing apart the item he held in his hand. Suddenly he slid off the boulder; knelt on the ground, and began to dig a hole in the moist soil beside the boulder. Once he was satisfied the depth of the hole was deep enough, he dropped the destroyed item into the hole and buried the pieces. When he had finished replacing the soil, he patted the ground firmly and drew a cross on the makeshift burial site. He closed his eyes, hung his head and continued to sob.

Talia continued to watch the man as if she had been enchanted in some obscured way. She wondered if this demonstration was some strange human ritual she had heard of but had never personally witnessed. When the man was completely satisfied with his burial chore he rose to his feet and walked to the stream’s bank. He knelt down and washed his soiled hands in the cool water of the stream. He sat back on his heels and gazed across the stream. He thought he spied someone watching him. He scrubbed his wet hands over his face and re-examined the opposite side of the stream. He didn’t see a thing; slowly he rose to his feet, and remounted the boulder. He continued his examination of the opposite bank wondering if his mind had been playing tricks on him, or if there truly was a young woman watching him. After a few long moments he noticed her, she was a striking woman. She was barely five foot tall with long dark hair and her flawless skin had the appearance of porcelain. He held his eyes glued to her, not daring to move or utter a word out of fear he would startle the young woman. His eyes locked on hers for the briefest moment.

Talia realized she had unwisely shown herself; abruptly she lifted her cloak and retreated to the shadows of the trees. She continued to watch the man from her cloaked position as he continued to stare in her direction. She was in complete awe of the handsome male. She began to feel a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach as she scrutinized his every movement.

Talia revisited the stream everyday with high hopes of seeing the handsome human again. She always based her visits upon the sun and the position it was in the sky the first time she had watched him. Every day she silently waited cloaked in the shadows of the forest, and each day he failed to show. She felt the undeniable urge to see the male once again. Finally on the fourth day she heard the sharp snap of a twig coming from the opposite side of the stream. She turned her head, and watched him as he walked out of the tree line and approach the boulder. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a light blue tee shirt; his dark hair shimmered in the bright sunlight. Talia thought he was more handsome than she remembered. He quickly climbed the huge rock, and sat down. He stared in her direction. She watched him as he removed the top from a clear plastic bottle he had been carrying. He brought the bottle to his lips and tilted it spilling its contents into his mouth. She watched with delighted fascination as the muscles in his neck moved with every swallow of the clear liquid. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, replaced the top and laid the bottle on the rock beside him. He continued to gaze in her direction. He said in a loud but careful tone, I hope you’re there, I would hate to think I am spending my time on an imaginary woman. He waited for a response, when nothing came he said, I know you’re over there I can feel you watching me.

Every muscle in her body tensed as she listened to his words. She wondered if it was actually possible for a human to sense the presence of the faerie. Talia thought for a long moment, she wondered what she could do to make him aware she was actually there without showing herself to him again. She smiled as the answer passed through her mind and she acted on it.

Talia caused a light breeze to brush across the human’s handsome face. She witnessed him taking in a deep breath as he inhaled the aroma of a flower he couldn’t recognize. The fragrance was more alluring than the sweetest flower he had ever smelled. He thought it was as if the aroma was sent directly from a flowerbed in heaven. He kept his eyes focused on the opposite bank, Did you smell that? The breeze has the undeniable scent of flowers. He paused a brief moment and asked in a louder tone, Tell me did you smell it?

Talia approached the stream being extremely careful to remain hidden behind the safety of her cloak. She couldn’t pry her eyes away from his handsome face. Gently she nudged a small stone into the shallow water of the stream with the hope he would notice where she had advanced. His eyes darted toward the water; he watched the small ripples as they rolled and faded to the water’s undisturbed surface. He peered back toward the tree line, If you don’t mind, I would really love to be able to see you again. If you’re shy I can just sit here and wait until you’re ready to show yourself to me. I’ll be back every day at this time with the hope that sooner or later you’ll trust me enough to come out from your hiding place. He leaned back on his elbows keeping his eyes glued to the opposite side of the stream. Here’s a question for you. What are you doing so deep in the forest? Are you lost? Do you live in this remote area?

Talia really wanted to show herself to him, but she was very apprehensive of all humans. She wanted him to stay…no she needed him to stay just so she could stare at him. She wasn’t certain he would ever come back once he realized she was fae. She sent another breeze toward him. He inhaled deeply and smiled. He exclaimed, If that’s the way you smell…ah…well I like it. I like it a lot.

Talia sent a whisper on the wind containing one word, Name?

He sat up straight; he twisted his head from side to side as he tried to find her lurking in the forest. He said loudly, My name is Cayden. He inquired, What’s your name if you don’t mind me asking?

A soft breeze passed by his ear, he heard a whisper, Talia.

Cayden quickly slid off the boulder and approached the stream; he shaded his eyes with his cupped hands. Where are you? Won’t you at least come out so I can see you?

She watched him as he strained his eyes searching for her. Talia became very nervous, she didn’t know if she could trust herself to remain hidden, so she decided she had to leave. She sent one more word his way, Bye.

He yelled in the direction he thought the sound had originated, I’ll be back tomorrow! Please, come back tomorrow!

Talia needed to get away from Cayden as quickly as possible before she lost all control and showed herself to him. She summoned a breeze that quickly carried her very deep into the forest.

She couldn’t concentrate on anything for the rest of the day; all she could think about was Cayden and his handsome face. No matter how hard she tried to push him out of her head, his image would always slam back in as if she was being hit with a two ton boulder. He was on her mind every second of every minute for the rest of the day. She even dreamed about him that night. Although the fae don’t require sleep they do spend many hours daydreaming or night dreaming in Talia’s case. When she jerked out of her dreaming trance the sun was up. She could hardly wait until the sun was in the position for her to lay her eyes on him again. She decided during her daydreaming or night dreaming or whatever you’d call it, today was the day she was going to show herself to him. She wanted him to have the opportunity to see her just like she sees him. Talia prayed to the Blessed Mother of the fae for his acceptance.

As she slowly approached the stream she noticed he was already sitting on the boulder. Talia lowered her cloak and was now completely visible to him. She remained on the opposite side of the stream; she wasn’t entirely ready for close contact with the male.

He noticed her immediately; Talia had definitely been the woman he had stolen a glance of previously. He immediately slid off the boulder and approached the stream. He said with a very shaky voice, as a matter of fact it was so shaky you’d swear he had swallowed a goat, You came, he cleared his throat, I was beginning to think I had imagined everything.

Cayden kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, he stepped into the cold shallow water of the stream. Talia began to panic, and quickly took a step back toward the safety of the forest. He slowly took one more step forward keeping his eyes locked on hers. She again took another step back. Cayden stopped, and she relaxed. He stepped back one pace, she stepped forward one pace. He smiled, Okay, I get it; you don’t want me to get any closer than I already am. That’s fine, how about if I just sit on the bank? Will that be alright with you? He turned and stepped onto the bank. He sat cross legged on the thick green grass keeping his eyes on hers.

Talia scrutinized his every movement as if she was trying to etch his image on the back of her skull; she sat in the grass on opposite bank, placed her hands on her lap, she said softly, Hello Cayden.

He looked stunned as he listened to her almost musical voice; he was in awe of her. He said, Talia?

She smiled, "I am elated