by KM Sullivan
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I had no idea what it took to prepare oneself to fly, and was forced to stand by, helpless as a babe, while Jamie helped me pull up the jumpsuit, and strap on the helmet and parachute.
“Just in case,” he said with a wink and a mock-annoyed click of his tongue.
Seated in the plane, my palms began to sweat.
I had fought naked in hand-to-hand combat. I had crossed the sea between Scotland and Ireland in a tiny boat of leather hides. I had faced the boiling masses of a Fae army, which could not die, but when the ground fell away, all was noise and rattling sensation that gnawed at my bones.
The sky bent around us in stunning shades of blue as the plane soared.
My heart eased from my throat and my hands relaxed of their own accord. My soul filled with something resembling peace – fleeting and precious.
For the first time in a thousand years, I knew I could close my eyes and allow the gifts of the Goddess – gifts I had honed for years in the Druid grove and had forgotten at Nuada’s command – to flood my heart and make me whole.
I kept my eyes open.
There was too much to see.
