Faer Dreams

Chapter 1

Few creatures would be so daring as to travel in Lamerion during the hours of darkness. A fox late in returning to its den, perhaps a rabbit driven too far from its burrow; even mice and owls rarely leave their homes in these dark times. Deer bed down in the bracken at dusk and do not dare to move unless faced with certain discovery. All other animals follow their lead and find a safe place to hide until the sun once more forces evil to retreat into their own dark residences.

To travel at night meant to chance an encounter with evil and one’s own death. There is no safety now so far from the King and Queen’s Palace cradled in fertile Syte Valley and surrounded by the vast Sangor Forest. In the west one risks a deadly meeting with Flying Goblins or Water Goblins; in the east the danger rises with the presence of Mountain Goblins. The south is now controlled by dim-witted Trolls who live only to torture and eat any living creature that they can get their huge hands on.

In the north, beyond the protective peaks of the Onoik Mountains, dwells an evil more dire than the Goblins and Trolls recruited for the army destroying the land. Once a respected Feenin Fae, Lord Jolten had become lost in his twisted desires and more than a century before had been exiled to the barren lands north of the Onoik Mountains. Corrupted into evil Thyride, Jolten and his followers live and plot and deceive far in the north and the evil that he has welcomed into his heart has turned all beauty to dreadful terror and destruction.

Yet it is not Lord Jolten that threatened the lonely soul racing through the open fields in southern Lamerion. Long black hair streamed out behind her as Neelora, a healer and Atilles Fae devoted to the pursuit of knowledge, ran with every ounce of speed that she could summon with a precious bundle held against her chest. She journeyed from Hidten Glen, alone and unprotected, on the night of no moon in a desperate bid for the safety of Syte Valley nearly four hundred miles northeast. She had hoped to avoid the notice of the Trolls and the Flying Goblins taking advantage of the darkness, yet it is not easy to remain undetected by those who see as clearly in the dark as one sees in the light.

Neelora had alternated flying and running for nearly one hundred miles yet knew that she still must travel another twenty before reaching the closest Faer village. Feeling the strain of the unfamiliar method of travel, Neelora realized that she must choose between taking to the sky and continuing to run. Unaccustomed to the feel of her feet racing over the land and the burning in her calves and thighs, Neelora tightened her hold on the babe in her arms, unfurled her wings, and chose the sky.

Forgive me, Aelikka, Neelora whispered to the babe in her arms. If we cannot reach South Kinyard before the Trolls and Goblins come upon us, I fear that we are both dead. I risk collapse if I remain on the ground and I cannot allow that to happen.

Aelikka made no response for the babe had been asleep for much of their journey. Neelora was unutterably grateful for the howling of the Trolls and the screeching of the Goblins were certain to make Aelikka cry, and nothing could incite bloodlust in the evil beings hunting them more than the innocent cry of a babe.

Adjusting her hold on the babe as the shrieking Goblins sent a spike of fear through her heart, Neelora angled her body and increased her speed. The Goblins and Trolls were gaining on them and Neelora did not know if it would be worse to be caught by the Trolls in staying near the ground or flying higher and risking an encounter with the Flying Goblins. Neither option could be born and Neelora said a silent prayer to Lady Breelith, the Goddess of the Air, asking Her help to reach South Kinyard before their enemies. Almost instantly a light breeze lifted Neelora higher into the sky and pushed them along; Neelora nearly cried in gratitude as the strain of staying ahead of the Goblins and Trolls was eased and hope lightened her heart.

It was not long before fear once more pushed aside the hope. Neelora flapped her wings harder as a shiver of expectation crawled up her spine. She could see torches ahead and began to hear distant calls of other Faer, yet the certainty that the Goblins were still gaining on her weighed heavily on her heart. She could imagine the feel of claws on her hair and pulling at her clothing and a sob of despair left her throat even as she flew faster toward the Faer below.

Neelora and her pursuers had nearly reached the torch-lit area when she was struck by something that she could not identify. Neelora cried out in shock and Aelikka woke with a jolt and a wail yet Neelora could spare no breath to comfort the babe as a sudden shower of sticky debris began to fall around her. Terror halted her breath in her throat as her wings were pelted with the foreign substance and made it impossible to continue flying. Tightening her arms around the crying Aelikka, Neelora felt the air lessen beneath her wings and prepared herself for a painful landing.

Lady Breelith was still watching over them however and instead of a damaging collision with the ground, Neelora and Aelikka merely hit the grassland with no more force than one would endure from tripping over their own feet. Opening her eyes in shocked gratitude, Neelora stared in disbelief as the Flying Goblins that had been chasing them crashed into the ground with enough force to seriously maim and even kill the evil creatures.

Are you all right? Neelora strained her neck to see a young male Fae running toward her. His face was determined as he weaved through the dying Goblins although the wide eyes clearly betrayed his own fear. Behind him followed other young Faer who spread out with weapons in their hands. My Lady?

We are fine, Neelora finally answered and used one arm to lift herself and Aelikka into a sitting position. Once upright, Neelora rocked the babe in her arms in an effort to calm the wailing as she watched the Satran Faer around her execute the remaining Goblins.

You must rise, the young Fae said urgently as he reached them. His disheveled light brown hair blew wildly around his face in the night breeze. Trolls rarely come this far and we don’t have a defense against them.

In mere hours the sun will rise and turn them to stone, Neelora informed the Satran Fae. Can your village keep them at bay until then?

Ninlow! Neelora turned her head as a small female ran to join them. She wore the same brown, calf-length breeches as the male, a belt with a poorly made scabbard at her waist, and a light colored tunic; however the female’s tunic had small ruffles at the neck and the cuffs that lent a small touch of femininity to the otherwise masculine attire. They’re coming!

I know, Salisa, Ninlow said shortly. Run with the others.

I’m not leaving you. Salisa’s voice was unhesitating and Neelora felt a sudden certainty fill her as her eyes met Salisa’s gaze. The young female’s steps faltered and a loud gasp escaped her. Ninlow, it’s her.

‘Her’?

From my dream, Salisa breathed and bent down to grasp Neelora’s arm. Give the babe to Ninlow, My Lady. I’ll help you.

My wings are useless and I have no weapon to fight, Neelora said as she rose with Salisa’s aid. Aelikka hiccoughed and the Atilles Fae looked down into the perfect little face haloed by silken light brown hair, silently saying farewell. Her name is Aelikka and she must reach the White Palace unharmed. You two must take her there and promise your lives to her protection.

What? Ninlow blinked in surprise as Neelora placed the babe into his arms. His voice and eyes were shaky with uncertainty and fear yet his arms were strong. Neelora knew that her decision had been the correct one as Aelikka settled happily into the well-muscled arms. "We must do what?"

In return for your sacrifice I will lead the Trolls from your village. Neelora gently pulled her arm away from Salisa’s helping hands and removed the satchel hanging at her hip, giving it to the female. Take this for the babe. Aelikka is a gift from the Goddesses, Ninlow and Salisa. I am Neelora. Use my name to speak to the King and Queen. Let no one take her from you and speak of her origins to none other than King Gwilen and Queen Bainnah. Go now and I will draw the Trolls away from your family and friends.

We’re Satran Fae, Ninlow protested as Neelora backed away and Aelikka hiccoughed again. How can we…

Ninlow, Salisa interrupted softly. We will see Aelikka to the Palace, My Lady. May the Goddesses watch over you.

May They guide you as They have guided me. Neelora smiled gently before turning and racing toward the growing sound of many Trolls tramping toward them.

Come, Ninlow. Salisa reached out and turned her friend toward the north as the Atilles Fae disappeared into the eastern darkness. We must go.

Are we really going to Syte Valley? Ninlow sounded disbelieving as they began to run together toward their village.

We have to, Salisa answered softly with a sober look over her shoulder. Let us stop at your cabin and gather a few things first. We can let Lutor know where we’re going if your father is not home.

Salisa, how can we possibly take on the care of this babe? Ninlow asked quietly as they reached his family home and Salisa opened the door for him to enter with the babe first. It’s madness to consider such a journey alone. How could you recklessly make such a decision without consulting the Elders beforehand?

I saw Lady Neelora in my dream. Don’t you remember? Salisa replied with raised eyebrows as she walked past Ninlow. The younger Fae walked through the kitchen and into the smaller bedchamber; the older Fae followed helplessly. Lady Neelora said that Aelikka is a gift from the Goddesses and that she must reach the Palace as soon as possible. That means that there’s no time to consult the Elders or anyone else. Where’s Lutor?

He likely went with Father. Ninlow struggled to keep up with the change in topic as he watched his best friend move around his bedchamber with astonishing speed. What are you doing?

I’m packing a change of clothing, Salisa said without turning from the wardrobe. Put Aelikka on the bed and find some food that we can take with us.

What’s in the satchel that Lady Neelora gave you? Ninlow asked, walking toward the bed and gently setting down the quiet babe.

I’ll look when I’m done here. Go, Ninlow.

Salisa—

I saw her in my dream, Salisa interrupted and turned to face her friend. We don’t have any other choice. We have to do this.

All right. Ninlow sighed in defeat, knowing that he would not sway his friend, and left the chamber to return to the kitchen.

Gathering up a few potatoes and the bread and chicken left from supper, the Fae was reaching for the honey pot on the shelf over the washbasin when the door opened and his father and brother walked in.

What are you doing, Ninlow? Lutor spoke while the two adult Faer merely stared at one another. Are you hungry again?

Salisa and I are leaving, Ninlow finally croaked out nervously.

Where are you planning to go? Hescal stepped farther into the chamber and closed the door without taking his eyes off of Ninlow. Lutor skipped closer and took a chunk of bread out of Ninlow’s arms, his curious young eyes bouncing between his father and his brother.

Father Hescal! Salisa’s voice was full of relief and cheer as she leaned her head out of the bedchamber door. I’m glad that you’re here. Would you show me how to swaddle a babe?

‘Swaddle a babe’? Hescal’s eyebrows leapt nearly to his hairline as his penetrating stare turned from Ninlow to Salisa. Why would you ask me such a thing?

We’re taking a babe to the White Palace. Salisa grinned impishly and Ninlow frowned in disapproval. Ninlow, hurry and pack the food while your father shows me how to swaddle Aelikka.

Son, what is happening? Hescal asked even as he followed Salisa into the bedchamber. Ninlow picked up the jar of honey and quickly followed.

When we released the sacks a Fae was accidentally brought down too, Ninlow hurried to explain as he added the food to the satchel that Salisa had prepared. She was taking Aelikka to the King and Queen yet could no longer do so. In return for Salisa and I taking on her task, Lady Neelora led the Trolls away.

That explains why the evil beasts changed their course. Hescal exhaled as he finished showing Salisa the proper way to care for the quiet babe on the bed.

She’s a Feenin Fae isn’t she, Father? Lutor asked innocently from the bedside where he had followed his elders. I can see four wings, not just two like Atilles Faer have.

Aye, Son, she is. Hescal nodded slowly and gently arranged the babe’s slender wings before wrapping the dark grey blanket around the tiny body. You must take care with her wings, Salisa. They are not yet fully formed and are likely delicate.

We’ll be very careful, Salisa promised before donning the satchel and pressing a kiss to Hescal’s cheek before planting a playful kiss on Lutor’s as well. Will you watch over my mother for me, Lutor?

I will, Salisa, Lutor promised solemnly. Watch over Ninlow, please. Don’t let him become overly serious.

Of course not. Salisa grinned again and picked Aelikka up carefully. She then turned and placed the light brown–haired babe into Ninlow’s arms. We should go.

Have you no words for us, Father? Ninlow asked softly as he gently adjusted the small weight in his arms. Will you ask nothing further?

Lady Neelora is the High Priestess of Hidten Glen. Hescal stepped closer and put his hand on his oldest son’s shoulder. I’ll pray that nothing has happened to her as she drew the danger to herself to give you three a chance to escape. I don’t question her decision and you shouldn’t either, Ninlow. Take care, my son, and return when you can.

Farewell, Ninlow. Lutor wedged himself between the older males and hugged Ninlow around the waist. Remember not to go near Waterdell and don’t camp near any rivers or creeks.

We won’t. Ninlow smiled gently down at his young brother, to whom Water Goblins were the most terrifying of all evil creatures. Take care of Father, Lutor. Farewell.

Minutes later Salisa and Ninlow skirted the shadows behind the cabins of their village with Aelikka silent and content in Ninlow’s arms. None noticed them and both sighed silently in relief as they left the torch-lit area behind them and made their way through the darkness of the fields surrounding their home.

If we’re to stay clear of Waterdell, we need to travel farther east, Salisa whispered once certain her voice would not be heard. Millen Knolls is somewhere out here. Are we going to avoid that village too?

I think it best if we do so, Ninlow answered quietly. The less contact that we have with others, the easier it will be to keep our mission secret. What was in the satchel that Lady Neelora gave you?

Some goat milk, a jar with a leather teat, another blanket, and some tiny little gowns. Salisa’s grin could hardly be seen in the darkness. We’ll be able to feed Aelikka for a time at least. If we do run into others on our journey, what will we tell them?

That we’re going to Syte Valley, Ninlow said simply, looking away from his mischievous friend’s glimmering green-gold eyes. How much milk is left?

Perhaps half a skin. Why? Salisa’s cheery tone was no less mischievous for all that Ninlow was far from encouraging her.

Half a skin won’t last us the journey to the Palace. Ninlow sighed heavily. We may need to change our plans and head for Millen Knolls after all.

How far is it, Ninlow? Salisa’s tone turned curious and thoughtful. To the Palace, I mean.

It depends on what path we take. Perhaps four hundred miles or more.

I didn’t realize that it was so far. Salisa shook her head. We’ll need to sleep at some point.

We’ll sleep during the day. Ninlow looked up at the star-studded sky and judged it to be less than an hour before dawn. We can’t let our guard down at night. Did you take the dagger that I had in the wardrobe?

Nay, I did not, Salisa answered, frustrated with herself. I didn’t think of gathering more weapons. I’m sorry, Ninlow.

I didn’t think of it before we left either, Salisa, Ninlow said gently. Don’t dwell on it. We’ll make do with what we have.

What do you suppose the Queen looks like? Salisa asked after a few minutes of silence. Ninlow’s words and calm demeanor always eased the young Fae’s heart and her youthful optimism returned quickly. I imagine that she is exquisitely lovely.

I imagine so. Ninlow raised one eyebrow as he glanced at his friend. Her short copper-colored curls danced in the light breeze and Ninlow carefully pulled Aelikka’s blanket higher around her face before returning his gaze to Salisa’s thoughtful expression.

The King is likely quite handsome as well.

Possibly.

The Prince as well.

Salisa, is there a point to this discussion? Ninlow finally asked suspiciously as Salisa placed her tongue on her upper lip and furrowed her forehead.

I’m merely making conversation, Ninlow, Salisa said with exaggerated innocence, smoothing out her expression and turning wide eyes up to her friend. Would you like to discuss something else?

Perhaps we could be silent for a while, Ninlow suggested without hope. Salisa never remained quiet for long. We need to be aware of any approaching danger.

You’re right, Ninlow, Salisa agreed with a nod for emphasis. Lady Neelora did lead the Trolls east. We should be cautious.

Aye. Ninlow smiled into the darkness, looking away from Salisa’s serious expression.

Ninlow? Salisa whispered only a moment later. I hear something.

Ninlow stopped walking and quieted his breathing to hear what his friend had. Fear clawed at his heart as the newly identified sound of prowling Trolls came to his pointed ears. Salisa’s hand clutched his arm and Ninlow adjusted Aelikka to be held in only his left arm and took Salisa’s hand with his right. Ninlow turned them away from the sound of the Trolls and began running with his friend at his side.

They ran until the sun began to rise in the east and lightened the sky into a lovely shade of lavender before Salisa began to fall behind and Ninlow slowed them to a walk. Salisa’s soft whisper could barely be heard by her companion over their heavy breathing, the chirruping of birds, and the scurrying of other wildlife leaving the safety of their homes as night retreated.

Ninlow? I’m sleepy.

I know, Ninlow replied gently. His own eyes were beginning to burn with exhaustion. We’ll stop soon.

Would you like for me to carry Aelikka?

I’m fine. Ninlow once again looked down into the beautiful little face as he had many times since she had been placed into his arms. Save what strength you have left until we can find a safe place to rest for a few hours.

The sun is rising, Salisa pointed out a bit petulantly. Why can’t we stop here?

Are you that tired?

Aye. Salisa turned her head, stuck out her lower lip, and widened her eyes calculatingly into her best pout. Her voice was equally pitiful and deliberate. I can’t take another step, Ninlow.

Very well. Ninlow exhaled in defeat and halted, watching as Salisa dropped to the ground with an exaggerated moan. Someday your wiles won’t work on me, Salisa. What will you do then to get your own way?

I’ll think of something. Salisa smiled widely and removed the satchels from her shoulder. Sit down, Ninlow, and give me Aelikka. I’ll change her and feed her before we sleep.

Ninlow knelt and transferred the babe into his friend’s arms before shaking his own to ease the tension and exhaustion from the limbs. There was no question that the Fae was more than strong enough to bear the nearly negligible weight of the babe, yet holding his arms in one position for so long had caused the muscles to seize up painfully.

Are you all right? Salisa asked with a frown of worry as she watched her friend grimace.

I’m merely used to working the fields, not carrying a babe. Ninlow smiled to ease the female’s anxiety. I’m fine.

Salisa returned the smile before unwrapping the blanket from around Aelikka and laying the babe on the ground. Her fingers gently brushed against a rosy cheek before she returned to the task at hand. Ninlow looked up and glanced around, noting that they were nearly hidden in the wild grasses. Satisfied that they were safe enough where they were, Ninlow moved to make himself more comfortable and watched his friend attend to Aelikka’s needs with a gentle smile on her face.

Once Aelikka was fed and dry and wrapped warmly in her blanket, Ninlow and Salisa placed the babe between them and lay down to rest. Salisa yawned loudly and wiggled closer, closing her eyes tiredly. Ninlow grinned and put his arm over Salisa’s waist, holding both females protectively before he followed his friend into sleep.

The travelers woke to the hungry whimpers of their new charge. It took Ninlow a moment to shake off the haze of sleep and push himself up onto an elbow. The male rubbed at his itching eyes with one hand before Aelikka whimpered again and Ninlow sat up fully.

What’s going on? Salisa grumbled without opening her eyes.

Little Aelikka demands our attention. Ninlow’s voice was still husky from sleep as he reached for the feeding jar. We should get up, Salisa.

I’m still tired.

I know, I am too, yet we’re supposed to hurry. We should go.

All right. Salisa opened her eyes and pushed herself onto her hands and knees before crawling through the tall grass until she was hidden from Ninlow’s sight.

What are you doing? Ninlow began to panic as he lost sight of his friend.

I am relieving myself, Salisa called back from a short distance away, her words punctuated by a familiar sound that made Ninlow blush furiously.

You don’t need to be so crude, Salisa.

You asked. Salisa giggled before standing and making her way back to her friend. I don’t see why you have to be shy, Ninlow. Faer have needs and that’s a need that isn’t going to hold off for four hundred miles.

You’re right, I suppose. Ninlow allowed reluctantly before standing and handing the babe to his small friend. Hold Aelikka and close your eyes.

Of course, my dear. Salisa grinned widely and closed her eyes while Ninlow saw to himself. A few minutes later the larger Fae returned and reclaimed the babe. Salisa bent and opened their satchel in a search for food then straightened and slid the straps of the bags over her shoulders. I’m starving.

You’re always starving, Ninlow replied absently as he searched the land around them. Taking in the position of the sun and the distant landmarks, Ninlow turned them northeast and began walking. We don’t have a lot of food so don’t eat it all at once.

Want a bite? Salisa asked around a mouthful of cold chicken and held up a piece in offer. Ninlow accepted the offering and chewed slowly yet did not speak. Salisa listened to the land around them, then turned her head to the left to see a large flock of birds returning from the south. Where do you suppose those birds are going?

They’re ducks, I think. They’re probably finding a lake or something up north to swim in.

If we see ducks at the Palace I’m going to wonder if they’re the same ducks, Salisa said after swallowing the last of the chicken and wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Will you?

Only after you say that you’re wondering if they’re the same ducks.

You never wonder about the same things that I do. Salisa shook her head at her taller companion. What sorts of things do you wonder about?

I don’t know. Ninlow frowned a moment in thought. Sometimes I wonder if the harvest will be good. I wonder if your mother sees as well as she used to. I’m wondering now how long you’ll keep asking me silly questions.

You love my silly questions so I’ll keep asking them for as long as I can think them up.

That’s a dreadful thought.

Ninlow! Salisa giggled and slapped her hand against her friend’s arm in playful protest.

All right, all right. Ninlow chuckled and transferred the babe that he held into his right arm to hold Salisa’s hand in his once again. I didn’t mean it.

Say you like my silly questions.

I like your silly questions.

Say you never want me to change.

I never, ever, want you to change, love. Ninlow turned his head to look down at his friend of almost a century, his voice soft with affection and his blue-grey eyes shining with sincerity. You’re perfect just the way you are.

I know. Salisa grinned impudently and began to swing their clasped hands.

Ninlow’s smile grew and he shook his dark head as Salisa’s sweet voice flowed over him and around them as she began to sing carelessly as though they were home and preparing the fields for planting. His hand tightened on the smaller one enfolded within his own and he made a silent promise that he would see his beloved Salisa safe even if it cost him his own life.

Chapter 2

This can’t be Millen Knolls. Salisa looked around in disbelief at the destroyed village.

There is no one here, Ninlow whispered and stepped back from the window that he had been peering into.

Then there are none to mind if we take what we need. Salisa smiled wanly and tried to convince her friend that her confidence was not sorely shaken. We need to find milk for Aelikka.

Perhaps we can find a blanket as well. Ninlow was not fooled by his friend’s attempt yet could not find any reassurance to offer.

Wordlessly the friends began to search through the abandoned buildings yet it seemed as though anything of any use had already been taken. The barns and pens were all empty, the remains of dead animals decaying in the open and covered in pests. As a last resort Salisa stood watch as Ninlow lowered and raised a pail into one of the wells in search of clean water.

Water, Ninlow breathed as his efforts were rewarded. I think that it’s clean enough to drink.

I’m glad for that, yet Aelikka needs milk. Salisa sighed deeply and looked down at the sleeping babe in her arms. What are we going to do, Ninlow? It was not supposed to be this way.

What are you talking about? Ninlow frowned as he filled their waterskin with fresh water before lowering the pail again for water to wash out Aelikka’s swaddling cloths. How did you think this journey would be?

In my dream it was not this difficult. Salisa pouted and lowered herself to sit on the ground with her back against the well’s rock wall. We accepted charge of Aelikka and were successful in taking her to the Palace.

Did you dream the journey, Ninlow asked absently as he bent to his work, or did you merely see us safe at the end?

I didn’t see the journey, Salisa admitted and raised her eyes once more to the watch as the sun began its final descent on their second sunset away from home. Ninlow?

Aye?

Goblins can’t fly in daylight, can they?

I’ve heard that they can’t. Ninlow raised his head slowly, hoping that Salisa’s words were mere

curiosity yet knowing that they were not. Where?

Just there. Salisa raised her arm and pointed to the north where two dark forms were quickly approaching. I can only see two of them.

Those are not Goblins. Ninlow exhaled deeply in relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm. They are merely Faer, Salisa.

That’s good. Salisa’s voice was pitched higher in relief. I don’t want to see any Goblins.

Neither do I, Ninlow answered distractedly, already turning back to his task of washing out the babe’s soiled garments in the abandoned trough he had dragged closer to the well.

I think that they are going to land here, Salisa said a few moments later and pulled Aelikka tighter to her chest. Are they Thyride, Ninlow?

I don’t think so. Ninlow shook his head after examining the approaching Faer once again. Just stay calm, love. Everything will be all right.

Greetings, one of the tall Atilles Faer called out as they both landed near the well and Ninlow. The two broad triangular wings of each Atilles Fae were folded in half lengthwise, then dropped down to hang behind the tall males. Do you belong to this village?

Nay. Ninlow cleared his throat nervously, his hands clutching Aelikka’s gown tightly in his fists. We are merely passing through, Sir.

As we are. The dark-haired warrior nodded his head and stepped closer to look down into the well. Salisa squeaked and pressed closer to the wall in a slim hope of becoming invisible. Do you know what happened to this village?

Nay, Sir. Ninlow’s eyes darted to the speaker’s companion and licked his lips to see nearly silver eyes locked on Salisa and Aelikka. We came only a few hours ago. We’re only using some water. We’re not harming anything.

Would you mind if we refilled our skins here? Rayus smiled gently at the frightened young Fae standing so protectively in front of a small maiden and babe despite his own fear. We need only water before we will resume our own journey.

Please, help yourself, Sir. Ninlow gestured to the pail and rope and shook out the pale green cloth in his hands with affected casualness.

Thank you. Rayus nodded his head politely and took hold of the pail before he and his brother moved to the opposite side of the well. Within minutes they had both filled their waterskins with the cool liquid and silently agreed to move on rather than investigate the state of the decimated town. We will be leaving now. Our thanks again for the water.

You may wish to leave soon, Tahlir advised softly. May the Goddesses watch over you all.

Thank you, Sir, Ninlow whispered in gratitude, sharing a relieved glance with Salisa. May your journey be a safe one also.

Goodness, Salisa breathed tremulously once they were alone again. They are frightening Faer even if they are only Atilles.

They were kind and gracious, Ninlow argued, shaking his head at his friend’s dramatics as he finished up the washing and conveniently forgetting his own anxiety of only moments ago.

However you wish to see them. Salisa pushed herself to her feet and rocked her arms gently as she looked around once more. Why did they tell us to leave soon?

I don’t know, Ninlow admitted and dumped out the trough of water. Yet we would be foolish to ignore their advice.

I could remove enough of the rope to hang Aelikka’s clothing to dry, Salisa offered as she turned to watch her friend. You could hang it from your shoulders as we travel so they would dry more quickly.

I would get wet myself. Ninlow raised his eyebrows at his friend’s ridiculous idea. I wrung them out well enough. They’ll be fine.

Are you certain? Salisa pressed with a subdued grin. I would not wish Aelikka to catch a chill.

They will be dry before she needs them. Ninlow rolled his eyes and quickly packed the small cloths into his own satchel so that they would not dampen the little one’s dry clothing. Are you ready to move on, love?

I suppose. The smaller Fae looked around the beaten town once more with a deep sigh. I’d truly hoped that we would find more here.

Did you hear that? Ninlow’s eyes went wide, and he turned to look behind him. Salisa, I heard a goat. I’m certain of it.

I hear it too. Salisa grinned happily as the bleating came again. Hurry, we must catch it.

Let us hope that we can. Ninlow began jogging toward the bleating coming from behind the last barn on the right of the village’s main road. Unless it’s penned, a goat can be difficult to catch.

"We have to catch it, Salisa repeated as she kept pace with her older friend. Aelikka needs the milk."

As the two friends rounded the side of the damaged barn they both nearly tripped over their feet trying to stop their forward momentum. A mother goat, her udder visibly full, stood patiently within the shadow of the building, staring at them expectantly. Ninlow and Salisa exchanged looks of wonderment and confusion before slowly approaching the calm animal.

There is no need to worry. A voice, amused and kind, startled Salisa into jumping in fright and had Ninlow spinning on his heels in search of the unseen spectator. She is willing to provide all of the milk that Aelikka needs.

How do you know her name? Salisa demanded of the speaker, holding the babe tighter. Come out where we can see you.

You have no need to see me, the voice said gently. I am here to help you. Take the milk and give thanks for it. This night will be difficult for you all. Keep to your path and hold to your hope.

What will happen this night? Salisa asked in sudden fright. Ninlow glanced at his friend before placing a comforting hand on the small Fae’s shoulder. Why will it be difficult?

You will run, the voice whispered from too close and the travelers spun around quickly to stare in shock at the materialized being kneeling beside the goat. Sun-kissed skin was covered in only a sleeveless top and knee-length leggings of treated leather. A long dark braid hung down the slim back to brush the ground. Brown eyes gazed upon them warmly as a slender hand petted the rough coat of the animal. You will outrun your pursuers. Keep to your path and know that you are not alone.

Are you Lady Ariama? Salisa breathed as the ethereal being stood with unimaginable grace to smile at them kindly. The Goddess of the Animals?

I am, Lady Salisa. Lady Ariama dipped Her head elegantly to both friends. We shall meet again soon, do not fear. For now, however, we all have tasks that we must see to. Farewell, Lord Ninlow. Farewell, Lady Salisa. We are watching over you.

Thank you! Salisa called out even as the Goddess had already disappeared. No kind voice replied and after a moment the younger Fae looked to her friend for direction. Ninlow?

We’ll take the milk that Lady Ariama provided, Ninlow whispered, still shaken by recent events. Find a pail, Salisa.

Salisa hurried to obey while Ninlow knelt and petted the goat and wondered silently at having seen a Goddess with his own eyes. When Salisa and Aelikka returned Ninlow quickly saw to filling the pail then Aelikka’s waterskin with the nutritious milk while Salisa fed Aelikka the warm liquid in silence. Once they had relieved the mother goat and their supply of milk had been replenished, Ninlow stroked the goat’s head and back with gratitude while Salisa bent down and placed a kiss directly onto the animal’s nose.

Thank you very much, Mother, Salisa whispered as she stood. May your life be long and blessed.

Thank you, Ninlow repeated and gave one last pat to the goat’s flank. I will pray for your safety.

Within minutes the travelers were once more headed north, past abandoned buildings and out of the destroyed village to cross the gently rolling hillside that would soon give way to the forest ahead. Ninlow silently claimed Aelikka to spare Salisa the burden and the female smiled in gratitude yet said nothing before returning to her task of watching and listening to the land and sky around them.

The sun sank deeper into the west and Salisa shivered. Ninlow increased their pace and Salisa followed his example although neither had heard or seen anything to concern them. The moon rose into the sky and cast its silver light across the grassland; the gentle wind created shadows that danced and swayed all around them. There was beauty in the landscape yet the friends knew that soon they would see an end to the calm night and the beauty would become treacherous.

Oh, Salisa whispered a few hours after mid-moon. Salisa stopped walking as she noticed that the wind had stopped and allowed other noises to come to her pointed ears.

Shhh, Ninlow hushed quietly and shifted his hold on Aelikka to allow him to take Salisa’s hand. Remember what Lady Ariama said.

We’ll outrun them, Salisa replied, clutching Ninlow’s hand desperately. "We will."

Ninlow began running and Salisa followed closely as their feet nearly flew over the softening ground. Hard-packed soil soon gave way to muck and grass to reeds, yet the friends did not stop. Ninlow and Salisa pushed themselves harder to keep a quick pace through the marshland. The squawking and screeching of unseen Goblins grew louder and Salisa’s eyes widened in horror as she saw the wet earth begin to move and lunge toward them, and sticklike arms pushed through the mire in an effort to trip their running feet.

Salisa! Ninlow scolded as the maiden stumbled in her distraction. Keep your eyes where they belong.

Salisa did not answer, merely regaining her balance and forcing her feet to keep up with Ninlow’s longer stride. Only minutes later Salisa nearly fell once more as she felt something cold and hard wrap around her ankle for a heartbeat before their swift pace pulled her foot from the Goblin’s hold, its claws leaving a shallow scratch as proof of its unwillingness to release her. Salisa sobbed as she felt another try to catch hold of her, then another, and another, yet they did not stop and their hands never loosened their desperate hold.

Salisa, Ninlow panted, fear in every syllable, one is climbing up my leg.

Let go! Salisa screamed and dropped a step behind to swat at the black form scaling her friend’s breeches. No bigger than a woodchuck, the Goblin screeched hatefully and held on with long claws before the third strike managed to detach it. A moment later another tried to replace the first and Salisa quickly knocked it off of Ninlow’s breeches before its needlelike claws could find a secure hold. Get off!

Salisa, run. Ninlow pulled the smaller Fae back to his side and increased his pace in his fear.

Ninlow, Salisa protested as she nearly lost her footing again, I can’t run as fast as you.

Just run, Ninlow panted and kicked at a mud-covered lump in front of him. The Goblin squealed as it was sent high into the air to land somewhere in the darkness ahead of them. We need to outrun them.

Hour after hour they ran hand in hand across the unstable ground, Salisa knocking away the Goblins that managed to find a hold on them and Ninlow using his strength to keep Salisa from falling when she stumbled. Dawn had nearly arrived when Ninlow noticed the ground becoming firmer beneath their feet and the shrill screams of the Goblins less crushing as they were left behind. The friends were both covered in sweat and scratches, bleeding and panting as they continued to run until they had left the terror of the marsh behind and the sun crested the mountains in the distant east.

"Ninlow," Salisa whimpered as her feet failed her yet again and she nearly crashed heavily into the ground.

It’s all right, Salisa, Ninlow panted, stopping and gently lowering the female to the ground. We did it. We outran them. We can stop for a moment.

Salisa turned onto her back and lay panting and shaking in the grass as Ninlow knelt beside her and gently set Aelikka onto the ground. The babe was wet through to her blanket and whimpered in hunger and Ninlow swallowed around the lump in his throat as he saw the two females laid out before him.

Salisa’s slender legs and arms were bleeding more than he liked to see and the sight of her hands nearly brought tears to his eyes. Despite how important he knew that Aelikka was Ninlow could not resist the overpowering urge to care for his friend and pulled out their waterskin and one of Aelikka’s gowns. The blue cloth was doused in water and then loving hands carefully saw to removing the blood and filth from his dearest friend’s skin while she remained immobile on the ground.

I’ll see to Aelikka, Ninlow whispered as Salisa’s head rolled weakly in their direction. Salisa merely nodded and watched as he set the filthy blue cloth aside. You merely rest, love.

Were those Water Goblins, Ninlow? Salisa asked tremulously as Ninlow began the process of putting a dry swaddle on Aelikka a few minutes later.

I think so, Ninlow answered quietly. I’ve heard that Water Goblin offspring are birthed in mud rather than water.

Those were babes? Salisa breathed in horror. "Are you telling me that they get bigger than that?"

I don’t know for certain. Ninlow frowned as he tried to work one of Aelikka’s tiny arms into the sleeve of a clean gown. I can only assume so from what I’ve heard.

Ninlow, her fingers must be folded into a fist otherwise the little things get caught in the cloth. Salisa’s tone changed suddenly from dismay to amusement.

She is not cooperating, Ninlow huffed and finally succeeded in getting the gown on the babe correctly. The broad shoulders heaved a large sigh of relief before he lifted his arm to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. There.

Now food. Salisa giggled and pushed herself into a sitting position before she reached into the satchels that Ninlow still carried and pulled free some bread for herself from the darker sack. I’m starving.

Our little one is as well. Ninlow smiled a little to see Salisa take a bite as he dug out the necessary implements to feed Aelikka.

Salisa ate her bread in silence, splitting her attention between their surroundings and Ninlow’s gentleness as he fed Aelikka. The sun had begun its ascent and was quickly rising, warming the land and erasing the shadows of night. After the babe had eaten and had been burped Salisa waited for Ninlow to eat or tell her to lie down to rest yet neither happened and the maiden looked up in dread as her friend got to his feet and stretched.

Come, Salisa, Ninlow’s tone was tired yet firm. Get up.

We’re not staying to rest? Salisa questioned even as she got to her feet and lifted Aelikka from the ground.

We should continue for a short time, Ninlow said regretfully. We’ll rest soon, love. I promise.

All right. Salisa lifted Aelikka to her shoulder and took her place at Ninlow’s side. Ninlow?

Aye?

Was that Waterdell?

Nay, Ninlow answered after a brief hesitation, hoping that Salisa would not ask any more questions.

Salisa merely nodded and raised her face to the sun, taking the heat and serenity it offered and trying to forget the horrors of the past night.

Chapter 3

Two days later Ninlow sat silently beside his sleeping friend with his desperate gaze locked on the setting sun. In his heart he knew that they should have left the small dell hours before yet Salisa’s exhausted face had kept him silent when he had awakened to Aelikka’s soft whimpers. The Satran Fae had seen to the babe’s needs before simply sighing in defeat and lifting his head to the sky.

Hours had passed in peaceful silence and it was proof of Salisa’s worn state that the small female had not moved at all in her slumber. Aelikka also slept quietly and the only noises to fill Ninlow’s ears were the light sounds of the wind in the tall grasses and the chirping of unseen birds. The sun seemed to hang in the sky for an eternity, casting a golden light over the field and the distant forest was haloed in the sun’s warmth, making everything seem more inviting and less perilous.

Yet Ninlow knew that the danger would only grow more dire as they traveled closer to the trees and the mountains beyond. Ninlow had never seen a Mountain Goblin with his own eyes yet the stories that he had heard from the rare traveler came now to his mind and a shiver of dread crawled up his spine. Wisdom would have them running away from the danger of the mountains and forest, and yet they were walking into it. Ninlow sighed once again and shook his head at the oddity of their mission before tearing his eyes away from the sun and looking down at the sleeping females at his knees as Salisa exhaled.

Is it time to wake up? Salisa rasped sleepily, blinking her green-gold eyes before stretching with a groan.

Aye, Ninlow whispered and reached out to comb his fingers through Salisa’s unruly curls.

Salisa yawned then sat up and looked around, her eyes finally locking on the forest that they were walking toward.

We don’t seem to be getting any closer to those trees. Salisa frowned before reaching for their waterskin and taking a long drink. Once she had taken her fill Salisa lowered the skin and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Do you think that they are moving away from us?

I don’t think so. Ninlow grinned at his friend’s naïve question. We will reach them soon enough.

Thank you for letting me sleep longer. Salisa got up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around Ninlow’s shoulders. I didn’t think that I could be so tired as I was when we stopped this morning.

You’re welcome. Ninlow returned the embrace before releasing his friend and gathering their belongings and slipping the satchels over his shoulders. Will you carry Aelikka for a time?

Of course. Salisa smiled brightly, her spirits high after receiving a much needed rest, and took the babe into her arms. If we don’t get any closer to the forest by sunrise, I say that we pick another landmark to walk toward. That would get farther away from us then and we’d find the forest, probably.

You’re probably right. Ninlow snickered as he got to his feet and helped Salisa rise.

Do you suppose that Lady Neelora is all right?

I believe that she is. Ninlow reached into their satchel and pulled free something for Salisa to eat as they began their walk. The Goddesses were watching over her.

Aye, They were. Salisa ate with one hand, her other holding Aelikka protectively. I’ve always liked the day’s end you know. I want to know why the clouds change color when the sun starts to go down.

They do not always change color.

Sometimes they do and not always the same color either. Every sundown is different, dear, yet they are always pretty.

A last chance at beauty before the darkness of night, Ninlow whispered with an unconscious frown.

Dawn can be just as beautiful, Salisa said quickly at seeing her friend’s expression. Why do you suppose the clouds only change to red or orange or purple at those times? Why can’t the clouds be pretty all of the time?

They wouldn’t be as special if they were colored all of the time, Ninlow answered after a few minutes, his dark thoughts pushed aside for the moment. I think that the Goddesses only let us see them once in a while so that we’ll appreciate them more.

I like that. Salisa smiled brightly and put the rest of her bread into her mouth as they walked.

Their pace was comfortable for the first few miles of their journey yet the setting of the sun and the darkening of the land had their speed increasing without the need to communicate their growing anxiety. The silence was loud in their ears as the animals retreated to safety and the friends’ steps met the need for quiet as they made their way through the grassland. When Salisa stumbled over an unseen depression in the ground Ninlow took Aelikka into his own arms and allowed his friend to hold on to his arm as they walked.

Hours into their journey Salisa pulled Ninlow to a stop, her nails biting through his homespun tunic to pierce the flesh beneath. The larger Fae tilted his head to hear what had frightened his companion and felt his anxiety turn into terror and his breath halt in his lungs. Familiar with the sounds of Flying Goblins the friends both trembled in panic as they clearly heard the approaching beasts screeching at each other as they hunted in the night.

What do we do? Salisa whimpered softly, pressing closer to her strong companion.

You run. Lady Ariama appeared before the friends, Her lovely face somber yet determined. Follow me. Stay close and stay quiet.

Lady Ariama turned and began running through the darkness with the grace of a doe; Ninlow and Salisa followed closely. Salisa stumbled often yet Ninlow’s strength kept her on her feet and her whimpers of terror locked inside of her heart. They ran for many minutes toward the growing sounds of hunting Goblins until reaching a small creek and a felled tree.

You will hide in here, Lady Ariama whispered, gesturing toward the hollow trunk. Be silent.

Salisa scrambled inside of the log and stretched out before raising her arms for Aelikka. Ninlow handed the babe to his friend before sitting down and pushing his larger body into the log with his friend and their charge. There was just enough room for them all yet the fit was tight and there was little room to move within the confined space. Salisa’s breathing was frightened and labored and in comfort Ninlow turned his head to press his cheek against the crown of the female’s head.

Do not move until the sun rises. Lady Ariama crouched at the opening of the log. Make no noise to give yourselves away.

Then the Goddess was up and running and gone from sight between one heartbeat and the next. Ninlow held still and closed his eyes in an effort to infuse his friend with warmth and the strength to remain quiet. Small noises became loud and the running of a large animal through the grasses only a short distance away made Salisa start in surprise and fear as the screeching became almost deafening.

The friends remained in hiding while trying to remain still and holding in their cries of terror and disgust as they heard the animal fall and the ensuing clamor of many Goblins feeding on the hapless animal. Aelikka remained silent in Salisa’s arms as the hours passed although both guardians were far too consumed with their own thoughts to notice the strange demeanor in one so young.

Quiet came to the land after many hours spent in hiding yet those within the hollowed log remained still and silent as they had been instructed. Too frightened to sleep the friends could only battle their own fears silently and wait for a dawn that was still hours away.

The Flying Goblins had not left after they had feasted upon the buck and Salisa lay quietly as she listened to the shuffling noises that they made. The small Fae wondered why they no longer screamed at one another and why they did not leave. Hours later her questions were answered as she heard the unmistakable sound of an unwieldy body hobbling toward their hiding place. Fear nearly strangled Salisa’s heart and the friends pressed more tightly against one another as the sound grew louder and closer and they feared discovery at any moment.

Then an adult red fox appeared in the log just above their heads and the friends started in shock. They could only hold their silence as the fox quickly left their log and ran swiftly through the grasses, pulling the attention of the Flying Goblins as it raced away from them. The screaming of the Goblins once again became deafening before slowly fading away as their newest prey led them away from the companions’ hiding place.

Tears of fear and relief came to Salisa’s eyes and overflowed and the small Fae bit her bottom lip to keep her silence as she cried. Ninlow could only turn his head to press his lips against Salisa’s curls in comfort and they remained as they were while the female released the emotions that had been tearing at her heart.

Salisa’s tears began to dry up even as the air without grew more chill, signaling the approaching dawn. With a sniff Salisa released a quivering breath as Ninlow placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before he tilted his back to wait for the land around them to begin to brighten. A long wait later the darkness began to fade and the sun once more began to warm the land and the male shuddered in relief to have made it through the night undiscovered.

Come, Ninlow whispered hoarsely after a heartfelt prayer of thanks to the Goddesses. We can leave now.

All right. Salisa sniffed tearfully once more and watched as Ninlow extracted himself from their log. The female handed the babe in her arms to her friend before crawling out of their hiding place to join Ninlow. She must be hungry.

We can eat before we leave. Ninlow smiled knowingly. "Once we are all fed, we can start walking."

Since we didn’t get very far last night you are going to make us walk all day, aren’t you?

We need to hurry, Salisa. Ninlow shrugged his shoulders and set Aelikka on the ground to have her wet swaddle exchanged for a dry one. Aelikka needs to get to the Palace as quickly as possible.

It’s all right, Ninlow. Salisa smiled wanly and tried to find her usual good spirits. You let me sleep longer yesterday so I’m certain that I’ll be fine.

Ninlow nodded in relief and saw to Aelikka’s needs while Salisa moved around him to find the older Faer something to eat. The three of them ate in silence, listening to the budding sounds of the land around them waking to a new day before they stood and prepared to begin their journey once more.

The water smells awful, Salisa observed after going to kneel on the bank in hopes of refilling their waterskin. I don’t want to drink it.

Then leave it alone and we’ll find clean water somewhere else. Ninlow adjusted Aelikka in his arms and lifted his head to their path. We need to leave, Salisa.

I’m ready. Salisa stood and jumped over the small creek to stand on the other bank and smile at Ninlow cheekily. Come along, my dear. We should go.

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Salisa, Ninlow begged softly.

I’m trying, Salisa replied as she rocked and bounced and swayed in an effort to quiet the wailing babe. She’s hungry, Ninlow, and there’s nothing that I can do to fix that.

The sound is certain to draw the attention of the Water Goblins. Ninlow closed his eyes in resignation. We have no choice but to run forward and hope that we’re not captured.

That doesn’t sound like a good idea, Ninlow. Salisa’s eyes filled with tears of helplessness. Dawn is only a few hours away. Let us retreat to a safer distance…

We’re within the forest now, Salisa. Ninlow hated to deny his friend yet they could not afford to retreat now. Dawn doesn’t guarantee our safety as it did three days ago. We can only go forward.

Ninlow, Salisa said simply, pulling the male’s eyes to her.

Hunger tightened features shadowed with exhaustion and Ninlow’s heart ached in his chest. They had been without food for three days and Aelikka had finished the last of her milk that morning. They had to continue and reach the Palace and Salisa knew that in her heart; her sorrowful eyes revealed her understanding.

I’ll carry Aelikka in my arms and you on my back, Ninlow whispered sadly. I’ll carry you across the river yet after that you must run.

All right. Salisa inhaled deeply for courage and got to her feet. Moments later Ninlow stood and they transferred the babe into the older Fae’s arms. Are you certain that you are strong enough to carry me?

I won’t let you fall. Ninlow hedged and bent his knees. Salisa jumped onto the broad back and locked her arms and legs around her friend. Can you hold on tighter?

Nay. Salisa cleared her dry throat gruffly.

Try.

I can’t, Salisa whispered. I have little strength left.

We must go, Ninlow replied anxiously as the unfamiliar sound of adult Water Goblins cawing at each other began to reach his pointed ears. Hold on, Salisa.

Ninlow began running as fast as his depleted strength would allow. Skirting the large boulders that had been shielding them Ninlow raced across the soggy ground and aimed for a narrow part of the river ahead. Wet black bodies began moving along the ground toward them, others moved to cut them off, and still the growling squeals of the Water Goblins grew louder.

Ninlow leapt over a crawling Goblin and landed in the icy wetness of the filthy water. Fear tightened its hold around his heart as his feet were sucked into the muck of the riverbed yet the Fae did not give in nor give up. Splashing and cackling flooded his ears yet Ninlow kept his eyes on the far bank and kept pushing through the thigh-high water. They had nearly reached the other bank when something gripped his ankle and pulled him off balance.

Salisa screamed and released her hold, landing in the filthy water with a splash. Ninlow stopped and reached for his dearest friend even as Salisa reappeared and jumped free of the green water onto the bank and turned toward him. The pause had cost Ninlow his advantage and he felt himself fall toward the bank as his leg was pulled out from beneath him. Salisa screamed again as Ninlow turned himself to land on his side rather than on their precious Aelikka. Pain flared through Ninlow’s shoulder.

Salisa, take Aelikka and go, Ninlow gasped, holding up the babe and ignoring the claws pulling him back toward the water.

NO! Salisa screamed and locked her hands around his wrist. "No, Ninlow!"

Salisa! Go!

"I’m not leaving you!" Salisa argued and continued to pull