Avalon's Hope Chapter 1 : The Fae Dream (Part 3)
By Calibris
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(Continued from Avalon's Hope Chapter 1)
Oberon turns his attention back towards the cool water. The silhouette returns to the surface of the pool and swims close to his feet. Unable to shake the images that have haunted him since the dreams, he succumbs to their assault and tells her everything.
He begins with a heavy heart, “it was about gypsies. I saw twins, a boy and a girl. They couldn't have been more than a year old if that. They were in danger; I saw darkness and a storm. Someone was coming there for them. Someone was there to kill them.” He can hear Puck suck in a sharp breath but continues before he can be interrupted. “I hoped it wasn't real, but I fear now that it may be. Puck told me the gypsies he visits have twins with them.”
“Do you believe these twins to be the two in your vision?” Willow tips her head curiously.
“I don't know who would want to hurt them, but I am sure they are the twins I dreamed about now. It's too much of a coincidence for them not to be”
Puck rakes his long fingers through the soft hair on his head, the purple spikes now a fiery red. “No! No, I won't allow anyone to hurt the gypsies. I'll go there myself, tonight!”
Willow’s gravelly voice was almost a whisper as she questions him. “And tell them what, Puck? Will you tell them that their children are in danger?” She asks in a condescending tone. “There will be questions then, if not police or worse.” Her fingers reach down towards the water, pale skin slips beneath the surface and strokes at the cool sensation of the figure in its depths. “No, someone else will have to go. Someone they will trust.”
Puck looks dejected but gives in for the moment listening to her idea. He scuffs his foot on the grass and folds his arms across his chest impatiently. Try as he might, he can't stop thinking about Lianna being in danger. What if it was happening tonight, right now?
Rising to her feet without so much as a sound, her ghostly pale form seemed to drift above the ground a few inches. “Where is Sawyer?”
Puck blinks in astonishment at the very idea of her suggesting him. “Sawyer? He isn't up to going to the gypsies. He is nothing but trouble.” He exclaims in desperation. “Just let me go. I can do this.”
“Sit down Puck! She is right.” Oberon's deep voice was commanding. ‘Sawyer is a good choice for this. He isn't close to the gypsy girl like you are. His judgment isn't clouded.”
“You think mine is?” Puck yells.
“Can you take it upon yourself to steal the children?” The raspy voice was much more deliberate. “You are still young Puck. This is not something you can take upon yourself. Sawyer is the one.” Willow gives him a sympathetic look, understanding how he must feel. “He can keep them safe.”
“Keep them safe? He can barely stay sober. What about the others there, they won't trust him?” He draws up to his full height, voice cracking with the realization and meaning of what the dream meant. “You can't leave them there.”
“We have no choice!” Oberon's booming voice rattles off the trees and sends a few birds scattering towards the ceiling…
Puck shakes his head, his face contorted in a mixture of desperation and loss. For the first time in his life he defies his friend, his leader. Turning swiftly, he runs back up the hill and trips over his own feet. Staggering unsteadily, he is barely able to crawl through the entrance and scurry down the hall of the gutted church.
Getting to his feet the large man prepares to go after him but it's the soft thin hand of Willow that stops him this time. “Let him go.” It isn't easy to lose someone you love.
“His love for the girl is forbidden. She is an outsider, she wouldn't understand our world.” He says as he stops to look back at her.
“It's his path to take and his decision.” She walks towards the tree line but calls back as loud as her voice will allow. “Besides, aren't the twin’s outsiders too?”
Oberon watches the woman as his mind grasps for anything to argue his point. All he can manage is to blurt out, “I hate it when you do that.”
She laughs softly. “I know, now go see to Sawyer.”
Oberon watches her vanish in the caress of the trees then hurries out into the night to find Sawyer.
This was life in Avalon, a world hidden from view. Few knowing of the truth, that sometimes dreams, and nightmares can be real and sometimes worlds collide violently.
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Book marked and looking forward to next part.
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