Faery Realms: Ten Magical Titles: Multi-Author Bundle of Novels & Novellas

by Rachel Morgan

  Both of them seem to be trying so hard to be nice, I hated to disappoint them.

  “I’m supposed to be meeting Niall,” I confessed, wishing I didn’t have to.

  The smiles faded from their faces. They both looked from me to Kieran and then back again.

  “Oh,” Megan said in a whisper, reaching out and placing a hand on Kieran shoulder.

  What was that about?

  Alana shook her head and waved her hands as if she was wiping something away, “All the more reason you should come to the party.”

  She reached out and touched Kieran’s hands, “Come on, what could it hurt now?”

  Now?

  Megan nodded and left his side to come back over to me.

  “You can’t go like that,” Megan said as she looked me up and down frowning at my jeans and tee shirt. “Come on, we'll fix you up.”

  Suddenly I was more afraid of them than I was Kieran’s father. Just what were they planning on doing to me?

  “What about Niall?” I asked as Alana and Megan pulled me along, leaving Kieran behind.

  “Don’t worry,” Alana said, casting a glance at Megan. “He’ll find you.”

  * * * *

  It was strange, growing up I was always more of a tomboy. I never did the traditional slumber party thing and now, here I was, surrounded by women.

  I sat at the kitchen table of a Traveller’s camper; I had no idea which one. A few of the women were behind me curling and styling my hair while Megan and Alana worked at painting my face with cosmetics of every variety.

  “Kieran won’t believe his eyes,” Alana said as she applied eye shadow to my lids with some sort of brush.

  Megan swept blush across my cheek bones, “Maybe it will cheer him up.”

  I pushed their hands away, “You all are leaving, aren’t you? That’s what Niall wants to talk to me about.”

  The room went silent. Megan and Alana exchanged glances.

  “Yes,” Megan said with a sigh. “That’s why you should come to the party. It will be something special... Something both of you can remember.”

  I could tell that they were doing their best to placate me, but I had an overwhelming feeling that there was something they weren’t telling me.

  “Niall said Kieran and I were making things problematic,” I complained. I watched their faces, hoping for some clue as to what he might have meant.

  Alana looked up at the other women and they left without saying a word. She waited until they were well away from the camper before she went back to gluing rhinestones in the corner of my eyes.

  “We’re different,” she said. “And that complicates things.”

  Megan touched my shoulder and gave me a sad, sympathetic smile.

  “Kieran does care about you,” she said. “I can tell. I’ve never seen him like this before... And that complicates things even more.”

  Alana nodded while preparing another glittering stone, “Niall is just trying to protect him and he’ll explain everything.”

  They avoided the rest of my questions by giving my clothes what they called a “gypsy makeover”. With scissors and another handful of rhinestones, my tee shirt became a bejeweled halter top and my denim shorts were made even shorter and covered in glitter.

  “I feel ridiculous,” I argued as they pulled me along back to the main tent.

  “Don’t be silly,” Megan said as she led me through the tent entrance. “You look like any other traveller girl here.”

  “I’m not a traveller.”

  Alana laughed, “Tonight you are.”

  “Just have fun,” Megan said as she pulled me along. “That’s all you have to do.”

  “But I didn’t bring a present or anything,” I argued.”

  Megan shook her head, “Doesn’t matter. This birthday party isn’t about presents. It’s about letting all of us know that she’s fourteen now and ready for suitors and proposals.”

  “You can’t be serious!”

  Alana smiled, “It’s a traveller thing, don’t worry about it.”

  The main tent was transformed for the party with paper streamers and glittering lights. Everywhere people were eating and laughing while single girls dance suggestively in their sparkling dresses.

  By far, the most beautiful had to be the teenaged girl in a sparkling pink miniskirt and bustier. Everything about her sparkled and the young men crowded around her, trying to get her attention. She just had to be the birthday girl and from the looks of it, she would have a proposal before the night was through.

  Before I could blink, Megan and Alana squealed in delight and abandoned me. They joined the other dancers, swinging their hips and shaking their shoulders.

  I stood there awkward and alone until I felt a tap of my shoulder. I turned and there was Kieran smiling down at me.

  “May I have this dance?”

  “I don’t know how to dance like that,” I confessed trying not to focus on how naked I felt or the disturbing way his mood changed so quickly.

  Just then the music changed to a slow, romantic tune. I looked up at him skeptically.

  “Magic,” he said with a wink and took me into his arms.

  As we danced, Kieran held my hand against his chest. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my hand.

  I looked up at him, “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. Megan and Alana were right. We shouldn’t dwell on it. Let’s just enjoy the night and take the memories with us.”

  I could feel my chest tightening again. I rested my forehead against his shoulder and focused on remembering how to breathe. That wasn’t what I wanted him to say.

  “Harmony,” he said as he placed his thumb under my chin and lifted my head. “I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  He slid his hand up my back, pulling me closer.

  “I could really see a forever with you,” he whispered into my hair.

  I couldn’t look up at him. What could I say after something like that?

  Yes... Yes...

  There was a tap on my shoulder. I didn’t want to look. I closed my eyes and gripped Kieran shoulder tighter.

  No... Go away... Go away...

  We were no longer dancing. We were simply standing there, not moving, not speaking.

  The tap came again at my shoulder. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

  Niall stood beside me with his hands clasped behind his back and a polite smile on his face.

  “Might I have a word?"”

  Chapter 15

  “You must be very confused,” Niall said as he took a seat in the chair across from me.

  We were far away from the other travellers, hidden away in his tent on the very edge of camp. He explained that he preferred to be in the open air and hoped that I was comfortable enough for our talk.

  Comfortable? There is nothing comfortable about this...

  I sat in the wooden folding chair he offered, relieved when Kieran brought another one up next to me and sat down.

  I wanted to reach out and take his hand, but I shrank back as Niall turned his green eyes on me.

  He looked from me to Kieran and then back to me again.

  “You must’ve noticed by now that there is something very different about us,” he said.

  Okay...This getting weird...

  I glanced at Kieran and then back to Niall, “I know that you’re travellers.”

  Niall nodded, “Yes, but it goes much deeper than that.”

  He motioned for Kieran to come to him. Kieran glanced at me nervously and then got up and went to Niall’s side.

  “As your people say,” Niall said as he took Kieran’s arm. “Things aren’t always as they seem.”

  With that, he pulled a folded knife from his pocket. Niall flicked his wrist and the blade opened. He looked over at me and without hesitation cut a long vertical slit in Kieran’s flesh.

  I was at the edge of my chair, wanting to scream, wanting to run, but all that I c
ould do was stare at him terrified as the blood started to run from Kieran’s arm and down onto the flattened grass.

  Oh my God... Oh my God... What sort of sick bastard would do that to his own son?

  They were both watching me, studying my every reaction. I could hear myself panting, gasping for air and uttering sounds that were the starts of words that I never finished.

  They’re a cult... That’s it... They are a cult of some sort... And they’re going to kill me, cut me up, and make a suit of my skin...

  Niall leaned down and blew on the wound like any other person would blow on their soup to cool it. As he did, the flow of blood stopped and the cut scabbed over. Then, with just a brush of his hand, the scab fell away to reveal completely healed skin.

  “What the hell is going on here?” I demanded. I could feel my panic rising, wanting to burst forth and make me scream.

  Kieran rushed to my side, mumbling something about everything being okay and how there was no reason to be afraid. I heard him talking and I recognized the words, but it all got jumbled up in my head to where I heard only the meaning.

  I looked at him, realizing my first impression of him was correct. He really was too perfect to be real.

  Niall stepped forward, “We are Tuatha De Danann. Our ancestors were the first rulers of Ireland. Centuries ago we were driven into hiding because people were afraid of us because we were... Shall we say, different?”

  Different? That’s an understatement.

  “You see,” he explained. “We age differently, illness has no effect on us, we can command the elements, move things without touching them, and we sometimes know things before they happen.”

  I glanced at Kieran, “Magic.”

  Kieran nodded and shifted his eyes away, “Magic.”

  I turned my attention back to Niall, “So, you all are some magical breed of people, but why are you here?”

  “I knew your grandmother,” Niall confessed. “Loved her even, then she married another.”

  “She never said anything about... You.”

  Niall nodded, “I doubt that she would’ve mentioned the likes of me. She was very angry with me for a very long time.”

  He sat down in the chair across from me again, “When your grandfather was nearing the end, she sent for me. I came immediately, but he was too old and too ill. I couldn’t heal him so he died that very night, and she could never forgive me.”

  “But that wasn’t your fault,” I argued, a little shocked that I was defending the man that terrified me only moments ago.

  He nodded again, “It is exactly that type of misunderstanding that made us hunted for centuries. If it were not for the travellers, we would never have survived at all. The travellers are kind enough to keep our secrets and to hide us among them.”

  “You don’t have to worry,” I said looking from him to Kieran and back again. “I’ll keep your secret too. I’m not going to tell anyone what I’ve seen.”

  “That’s not what I'm worried about,” Niles said with a sigh. “People in our circle live a long time, reaping the benefits of our kind, but it’s not for everyone. Kieran and Megan’s mother was a mortal, she wed me and lived well over a century without aging, but in that time she saw everyone else that she knew wither and die. Leah was a kind and sensitive soul, and it tortured her so much that she eventually took her own life.”

  I cast a pathetic glance at Kieran who had looked down at his feet and refused to meet my eyes. It must be awful to hear his mother’s death talked about so casually.

  I turned back to Niall, “I still don’t see what all of this has to do with me.”

  “I see the warnings and I can tell you this will not end well.” Niles said, motioning to both Kieran and I. “Before it goes any further, I have to ask both of you to think about what you are doing.”

  Before I could explain that nothing had happened between us, Niall turned and left. Only then did I look back at Kieran.

  “Kieran, what did he mean by all of that?”

  Kieran sank down into the chair and stared down at his hand. He said nothing. He just sat there staring at his hands.

  Megan and Alana appeared at the opening of the tent, peeking their heads inside.

  “We saw Niall leave,” Alana said.

  “Are you okay?” Megan asked as she stepped inside, watching Kieran every step of the way.

  I gripped the edge of the seat of my chair, watching them come in and trying to wrap my mind around everything I just learned. These people weren’t just a different culture, they weren’t even human.

  Alana came over and touched my arm, “What did he tell you?”

  I looked up at her. She was so perfectly beautiful it should have always been obvious that they were not like normal people.

  “He told me about all of you,” I said flatly, watching her reaction. “You know, what all of you are.”

  Megan and Alana exchanged a conspiring look, seeming to communicate some silent message with their eyes.

  “So what now?” Alana asked, casting a quick glance over to Kieran.

  He snapped out of his trance and stood; “Now I need to make sure that Harmony gets home all right.”

  I timidly took the hand that he offered, half expecting to feel different now that I knew the truth. I stood and allowed him to lead me to the entrance of the tent.

  “Kieran," Megan called as she plopped down in the chair that I had just abandoned and pretended to examine her perfectly manicured nails. "Just remember that everyone deserves happiness, sometimes you just have to wait for it.”

  Chapter 16

  Kieran walked me home in the pale moonlight. We passed the now dark rows of booths and caravans as we walked the empty paths out of the fairgrounds.

  I followed him without resistance, my head spinning with everything I had learned. How could it be the creatures like Kieran and his family existed? How was it that the natural laws did not apply to them?

  He glanced back at me, worry puckering his brow. Could he sense all of the random thoughts going through my head?

  “Are you all right?” He asked.

  All right? Are you insane? How can I be all right?

  Kieran gripped my hand tighter, “I can only imagine how crazy this must all sound.”

  I shook my head, “I still don’t understand.”

  “What don’t you understand?”

  “So, you’ll never grow old?” I asked as I stepped up beside him while still holding his hand tightly.

  Kieran gave me a weak smile, “I will eventually grow old, but it will be a very long time from now.”

  “How long?”

  “What?”

  “How long?” I repeated. “I guess what I mean is how old are all of you?”

  Kieran shrugged, “Well, to give you some sort of idea, Niall is three hundred and fifty-four, Alana is one hundred and seventy-three, and Megan will turn one hundred and seventy next month.”

  “And how old are you?”

  “One hundred and seventy-six.”

  I couldn’t believe it. He should be dead. He should’ve died a century ago, and yet, here he was handsome and perfect.

  “So you saw the Civil War, roaring twenties, and President Kennedy?”

  Kieran nodded, “The Civil War was a dreadful, unfortunate time. As for the roaring twenties, we spent that decade on a circuit train.”

  “What about President. Kennedy?”

  “Never met the man.”

  I walked beside him, trying to grasp the enormity of this new piece of information. Every bit of history that I ever read about, he lived it.

  “You must’ve had an amazing life.”

  “Not really,” he said with a sigh. “Because we had to make a living, we fell into the circus life easily because of our gifts. I’ve spent my entire life just going from place to place, but not really seeing or doing anything.”

  “But still....”

  He shook his head, “But still nothing. The only things I remembe
r from the past century are things I wish I could forget.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like when the big top burned down and killed all those people in Hartford, Connecticut or the time our train was hit by another train and over eighty of our friends died.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “Both times we were almost exposed and had to move on to another carnival,” Kieran said. “See? Not the march through the history books you pictured, is it?”

  “No.”

  We were quiet for a while, but there were so many questions I wanted to ask, but one very important one that came to the forefront.

  “And you can’t die,” I whispered as I looked up at his perfect, unlined face.

  “Oh I can die,” he said. “But because I can heal myself, it takes a very serious wound to kill me.”

  I shook my head, trying to make myself believe it, but it all seems so fantastical. Was all of this really possible?

  I could really see a forever with you... My God... He really meant that... Forever...

  We crossed the street then, taking our time as there wasn’t a single car to be seen. I walked next to him, holding his hand tight. Afraid he would decide at any time that I was close enough to home and he would just turn around and go back to the camp.

  I tried to stop my thoughts from spinning inside my head. I wasn’t ready for the night to end and I needed to come up with more questions to keep him talking.

  “So, if your mother, she was a normal person like me?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “And she stopped aging when she married Niall?”

  “Yes.”

  “But how?”

  “I don’t want to talk about her,” Karen snapped.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

  Kieran shook his head as we stepped up to the door of my house, “It’s okay, it’s just that I don’t want to confuse you even more by filling your head with my mother’s sad story.”

  I stepped up on the porch beside him. I said nothing as he turned the full force of his green eyes on me.

  “We’ll be leaving in a few days,” he said with a sigh. “You never have to see any of us again and your life can go back to normal.”