” You too woman. Drink to your man’s pact.” Douglas commanded me.
I stared hard at him, and I knew that he could hear my thoughts as if I were in his face and screaming my defiance. How could he ask me to drink to a pact that neither of us believed in? If the men aboard the Reaper were to hear of it there would be rage amongst the crew at Douglas, and with good reason! ‘Where is the man that I know and love, I asked myself, ‘could he not see what was at stake here?’
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Write down your brushes with the mysterious
What are the so-called ‘Mysteries’ anyway, except those things which you don’t really quite understand yet? Dealing with magic, dealing with the seen, the unseen – the seven realms of existence, all of these things are not so very mysterious once you know how. Cooking can be a mystery until you know the secret of the proper measurements and temperature, to turn out something that nourishes. Building a fire can be a mystery to those who have never done so a’fore and yet, fire possesses it’s own magic and mystery that goes far beyond the initial ignition of it.
Experiencing the Mystery, the true Mystery of life is mostly found just in the act of living. That is no profound philosophical pronouncement on my part; it’s the simple and honest truth. Anyone can talk with the dead. All you need to do is just say “Hello”. Anyone can make their dreams come true – they need to merely focus on what it is they want and set about If you are turned aside, again, that is a choice, isn’t it?
Life is a Mystery – and it’s a glorious one that dares us to have the will to seek out and to investigate the Mysteries, embrace them and call them our own. Those who understand a Mystery – no matter which one it is, don’t really need to talk about it. They just incorporate its understanding into themselves.
In other words, they become that which is considered Mysterious.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction / Mythology/Folklore
Word Count:244
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How is it that you can expect me to judge that? I’faith, is it not up to the person to whom you gave the gift in the first place to determine whether or not it was the ‘greatest’ gift that you have ever given? What if the gift given, I feel is the greatest gift of all, and it is scorned by the recipient? Is it still the greatest gift given, or is it something that will be discarded, unappreciated in the back of a closet or drawer or beside the road as something completely expendable?
I can only say what others have told me is the greatest gift that I have given them. Whether or not that is true, is not mine to judge. My consort, Sebastien, insisted that the greatest gift that I have given to him is my love. With that, he said, came redeption for those things which he had done in the past. He in turn healed the small child, the girl and the woman who was convinced that she would never know love. It has become a mutal gift that now magnifies itself.
I can, instead, say the greatest gift that I myself have been given, which mirrors that of my consort. I have been gifted with his love and I have been gifted with the opportunity to be more than I ever dreamed possible. So in the end, all of this comes down to the greatest gift that I have in fact allowed for myself.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count:260
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I’faith I was not the least bit surprised that Prince Itet had made me to wait in the reception room adjoining his suites. My “demand” had not been an imperative for the Dark Prince, but I knew that it would be taken as such by those who would relay it to him as one. I could always count on Itet to be himself, and Itet’s ego was nothing if not consistent with who he was. Prince Itet and I had never met face to face, but indeed my spies, I was certain, were as good as his own. Surely they reported to him of my comings and goings with Nuada. None of this, I was certain was about Seelie versus Unseelie or Fae versus Human, but about one thing only. That one thing was power.
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I could feel Nuada’s gazed upon me as he seemed to ruminate for a few moments.
“Lady of the Fortunate Isle I do accept your allegiance,” he said to me at last.
The Red King rose from his seat and stepped forward me and reached out a hand. I placed my own small fingers within his grip. It was his warm undamaged hand that he had offered me, not the one fashioned of silver so many generations of man ago.
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From http://www.panerotica.us and the novel The Midnight People. This is from the ‘Dreamtime’ side of the novel. Fanny is known as Faelyn High Lady of the Fortunate Isle.
ruth be told, my mother, who was a Wytch was seduced by one of the Unseelie Fae, Gan Ceanach, which in human language, means “Love Talker”. He showed up in the grove to where my mother was gathering herbs. She though it strange that he cast with no shadow even in sunlight and birds stopped their singing in his presence. He had, my mother said, the most enchanting voice and she was enraptured by him. And…well, I was the result of that union.
But when one is born with one foot in the world of the Fae, and the other foot within the world that is human, you tend not to be accepted by either one.
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Excavating Our Souls from the Ruins
Fanny Fae 