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Aislin's thoughts drifted back to the last few moments before waking.
Lately, visions and reality had been become increasingly difficult to
tell apart. So upon opening her eyes, Aislin didn't know what to expect.
However, not lying on the ground surrounded by angry villagers, but
waking up to the peaceful sounds of the night did seem a bit surreal.
Thankfully, the King's Healer had been able to keep quiet upon
discovering Macha, sound asleep next to her. She felt bad, having
awakened her so many times in the last few weeks because of the accursed
dreams.
Slowly slipping out of bed, trying not to dwell on the memories of her
friend lying in a pool of blood, Aislin grabbed a cloak, wrapping it
around her body. The chill that it kept out had very little to do with
the temperature. These visions were disturbing enough without seeing
people she loved hurt or worse.
Perhaps the last one was a warning. After almost being killed by a
nervous sentry, Sir Nevan had been fearful of a real attack upon her
person. But why would the villagers do such a terrible thing? It would
serve no purpose other than to cause their own deaths.
Sadly, some of the same villagers had tormented Aislin in the past, but
for them to actually assault their own lord's armsmen was unthinkable.
Even worse, although she still didn't quite believe the validity of her
new station, so would attacking a person considered to be the King's own
representative. Such crimes would place a death warrant upon the entire
village. The innocent and the guilty alike would be put to the sword,
the homes burned down to the ground.
If the dream had indeed been a warning, Aislin could not sit idly by and
allow it to happen. True, she didn't care for most of the people in her
village, however, the wholesale slaughter of those same villagers
wouldn't be something she would ever permit.
Since the death of her mother, the raven-haired beauty had tried not to
cause trouble for her Grandmother. No matter what torments were
inflicted upon her by others, she didn't resist nor complain.
Even worse, after Rowena had run away and tried to take her own life,
Aislin detached her emotions from the world around her. If she didn't
feel the emotional pain then the world could no longer hurt her.
But that defense no longer brought comfort, if it ever had. Finally
deciding to face the world head on, Aislin had taken off that old
battered armor. The confrontation with the village women told her one
thing; she would no long allow others to treat her with any less respect
than she deserved.
Smiling at the peacefulness of the night, Aislin felt calm for the first
time in a long while. She would go to her Grandmother in the morning and
tell of her visions. Most likely, the easiest way to keep the attack on
her cottage from coming true would be to move into the Keep. That would
make both Miles and Nevan very happy.
"Aislin, why are you still awake?"
Turning around, Aislin found a sleepy Macha propping herself on one arm.
"Another dream."
"Well tell me about it in the morning. Come back to bed, you need your
sleep."
Slipping back under the warm covers, Aislin inhaled sharply as Macha
leaned over and began to nibble on her ear, then her neck. Full of
desire, Macha slid back up, their lips coming together, igniting a fire
that started in the pit of Aislin's stomach to spread all over her body.
As their breathing increased, Macha's hands began to wander, caressing,
grasping, causing Aislin to gasp in pleasure; her body moving up to meet
Macha's hungry touch. Slowly slipping her hands underneath Aislin's
chemise, the young apprentice began to gently stroke one of Aislin's
nipples.
Lost in pleasure, waves of ecstasy almost overrode the wrongness, as
Aislin felt her body change. Without a pause, the apprentice's hand slid
down passed Aislin's taut stomach, to find a very feminine mound before
slipping two fingers inside, which until moments before had been
impossible. How could she not have seen it? Aislin had never left
Briongl?id, the land of dreams.
The King's Healer knew at once, how easy it would be easy to surrender
to these desires. Although her spirit cried out to be complete, Aislin
knew this world to be a lie. No it was more than a lie, suddenly
understanding the danger she now faced. It was a prison.
"No." Aislin whispered, trying to escape her lover's embrace.
"Don't fight my love, isn't this what you truly desire." Macha continued
to make love to Aislin, her fingers buried deep into her lover's soft
flesh.
Shaking her head, with tears running down her face, Aislin broke away
scurrying to the other side of the bed.
"No...No...NO!"
"Why do you insist on resisting? I can see that this is your deepest
desire. Submit to me, girl, and I will make all of your dreams come
true."
The raven-haired beauty screamed as Macha transformed, turning into
Miles. "If not the girl, then how about the man; do you not find this
form pleasing instead?"
"No."
The shadow form of Miles laughed.
Drawing power from the deepest reaches of her spirit, a well of power
unknown to her, Aislin fought back. This was no dream but dark magic set
to trap the sprit. Healing Renn had made her vulnerable.
Dark threads twirled around Aislin, trying to ensnare her very being,
but once again, Aislin broke free. Repeatedly, dark tendrils attacked
and with great effort, the King's Healer pushed them back. Finally,
drawing forth even more power the world went dark.
Opening her eyes, Aislin found herself standing outside, in the center
of the village square.
"Where have you been?" A voice called out to her from inside her
Grandmother's cottage.
"Rowena...."
"We don't have time for this." Grabbing her hand, Aislin felt her
childhood friend pull her towards the Mill. "I told you yesterday that
they would be arriving. Please don't leave them waiting."
"Who is waiting for us?"
"Aislin, I can't do this by myself anymore." Rowena sighed. "We must go,
they...they will help you."
"What's happening? Where are Macha and my Grandmother?"
Rowena stopped her face full of anguish. "After all these months, you
still deny what has happened. "
Squeezing Aislin's hand, she waved to a group of white robed women. Upon
approaching, Rowena went down into a deep curtsy. "Your Excellency, I
have brought Milady Aislin as you have requested."
Looking around, Aislin found the village deserted. Several of the houses
had collapsed. What had happened?
"Poor child." An older woman approached. "We will take our sister to the
Chapter House; perhaps there she can find peace and healing."
"Rowena, please tell me what's happening where is everyone?"
"I don't see how explaining it to you again is going to help. Since
Macha and your Grandmother died, you refuse to accept what has
happened."
"Both of them are dead?" Aislin cried out. "Are they truly dead, how can
that be?"
Aislin knew that an event so horrific, so damaging could force people to
escape into their own mind. Had the attack on her cottage already taken
place? Could she not accept the consequences of the assault or was this
just another trap?
For the first time since the visions and dreams began, she could now
feel the difference in the world around her. This too was a trap; she
remained deep in Briongl?id.
"Remember Aislin, the plague."
"Of course." Aislin commented, no longer really paying attention.
Throwing her senses out, Aislin began to hunt for the beast.
Rowena smiled. "Good, maybe you are remembering."
"Keep going, child."
Rowena nodded to the most senior of the King's Healers. "You did
wonderfully, Aislin; everyone that is alive now owes their lives to you.
But please try to remember, the plague becoming stronger, making sick
even those you had already healed. It spread everywhere. You couldn't
stop it, no one could."
"So everyone in the village is..."
"Dead, like many others in Lord Kelvin's lands and half the Kingdom. But
you can no longer remain here, Aislin. Forgive yourself move on. I need
you the Kingdom needs you. Please...."
"I'm sorry, Rowena." Aislin backed away, pulling her arm out of her
friend's grasp. Running down the street, the King's Healer made her way
back to the cottage. If these healers took her away, she knew she would
be trapped in this dream forever.
Flinging open the door, Aislin found, sitting in her favorite chair at
the table, a silver haired man dressed in black robes, drinking from her
favorite cup.
"Welcome back, does this future please you? "
"No more than the other, who are you...?"
Aislin looked hard at the strange man understanding that earlier it had
taken the form of Macha and Miles. With what now appeared to be fangs,
and pointed ears, the King's Healer knew she didn't face a human Mage.
She also realized her folly in thinking of attacking such a powerful
spirit even before she overworked her magic.
"I see in your eyes you know that already, how delightful." Smiling, it
took a sip from her cup. "The tea is quite nice."
"What do you want?" Positive she wouldn't like the answer, she asked
anyway.
"You."
Aislin laughed at the absurdity. Who was she?
"Now my dear, it would have been simpler and much more pleasurable for
both of us, if you just submitted to my will, but it appears that's not
likely going to happen. Is it? Surprisingly, even in your weakened
state, you were able to escape my traps. Nor does it seem, in this
realm, I am unable to force you do to anything. Frankly dragging you
into Briongl?id was no small feat on my part." The silver man sounded
quite pleased with himself.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, sirrah."
The creature shrugged. "I disagree; the other way would have been much
easier on both of us, but this will suffice. You seem to be the type
more concerned with others than your own well-being. Even with these
mortals who have treated you poorly all your life, you still wish to
help them."
"And if I refuse to go with you?"
"Simple, the curse will strengthen. Perhaps there might be another
Healer who can stop the sickness, maybe even weaken it. But you know
this to be unlikely, don't you my dear? So if you resist, what you have
just seen will come to pass. Perhaps not in the same manner but still,
all those deaths will be on your head."
The creature set the cup down and leaned forward with a feral smile on
its lips. "On the other hand, it would be simple to push your not so
pleasant villagers into committing violence. A rebellion would cause
quite a number of deaths, don't you think? So many are close, a little
push and the rivers will turn red with blood."
Leaning back on the chair, it sighed. "However that way is less certain.
Either way, I promise you, the ones you call Macha and Ina will most
assuredly die. So, yes, I do think you will come to me."
Aislin nodded reluctantly, she really didn't have a choice.
"Simply splendid, so I should expect you at Dubh Caisle?n in the next
few days?"
"Dubh Caisle?n, the Sorceress' old Castle?" Aislin frowned.
Bardic stories told of the last stronghold of the ancient Sorceress deep
inside the swamp. Crafted from a stone black as night, wondrous
treasures from all across the land lay inside, guarded by powerful
magic's and creatures of nightmares. Only the foolish or the desperate
would search for such a place.
"Excellent, you know what I speak of. You are not as dim-witted as I
thought."
A flicker of anger passed over Aislin. Feeling the creature's raw power,
perhaps it would have been folly for her to have thrown herself into
battle, but she wouldn't willingly walk into the woods without receiving
something more in return.
"Before I agree, you will remove the curse. You will also return to
their families, all of the girls you have taken."
"I'm sorry my dear, not possible. Even I cannot bring a spirit back from
the halls of the dead."
Aislin clenched her fists.
The shadow creature laughed. "However, I am not without mercy. So by
removing the curse, you will come to Dubh Caisle?n of your own free
will."
Aislin scowled, why did the creature take other girls if it just wanted
her in the first place? "Yes, however I will ride Lord Kelvin's lands to
make sure you have kept your part of the bargain. Once I am satisfied, I
will come to you."
"By your own free will?"
"Yes, by my own free will." She shouted.
"Done!" The shadow creature howled with glee.
Once again the world turned black.
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"Thank you Macha." Aislin reached for the mug of tea. With a small frown
on her face, she looked at it for a second before taking a sip. Lost in
thought over last night's encounter with the creature, she ate in
silence; something which was not lost on either her grandmother or
Macha.
With a real chance to stop the curse, if what she experienced had been
real, the Aislin understood that she would not be allowed to simply
disappear. Her Grandmother and Macha would try and stop her. Nevan and
Miles would insist that they, along with a cohort of armsmen, join her.
Although most likely, the four of them would agree to just lock her up
in the nearest tower.
Aislin felt horrible, but with so many lives at stake, the best choice
would be to simply slip away.
"Are you ready to go, Macha?" Aislin said without thinking. "Sir Miles
is on his way."
Last night's battle with the creature had done more than increase her
strength. It had apparently opened a hidden doorway to new powers. Even
her healing skills, formidable before, now seemed much stronger. Without
even touching her grandmother or Macha, Aislin could tell the health of
each woman. That same new power also allowed her to feel Sir Miles'
presence, along with the rest of her escort as they crossed the village
square.
"Aislin?"
Aislin's grandmother gave her a confused look before she jumped at the
pounding at the cottage door.
"Gran, will you please let him in while I finish getting ready?"
Disappearing into her bedroom, Aislin knew that her bag and the other
items of her office might not be needed today. It was a bittersweet
thought though.
"Will you tell me what's going on?"
"It's nothing." Aislin noticed that the door had been closed.
With a frown, Macha walked over and started to braid Aislin's hair. "You
have never been a good liar, my love. More dreams I imagine."
The raven-haired beauty had to keep from laughing, or crying, she didn't
know which. "Yes."
"No, it's something more but you won't tell me? Will you?" Macha stepped
forward to look directly into her beloved's eyes.
"Later." Reaching up, Aislin cupped Macha's face, kissing her deeply.
One thing Aislin learned last night, her feelings for Macha were true.
She did indeed love her grandmother's apprentice. As usual, when given
the chance of true happiness, it was torn from her grasp.
"Well, that's nice." Macha blushed.
Aislin had never been so forward before. Smiling to herself, the young
apprentice continued to fix Aislin's hair. "Still, I'm worried about
you. Why aren't you in bed?"
Although overusing one's power didn't usually do irreparable harm, it
had happened before. What Macha didn't expect was to find Aislin
standing in front of the window watching the sun rise.
"Why? Did you want to join me?"
Macha eyes opened wide in shock, what was with Aislin today? Not that
she objected, but still. She knew Aislin had changed over the last few
weeks, but she couldn't believe just how much. Speechless, Macha blushed
as her hands finally finished the last of the braids.
"Your hair is almost long enough to do this justice."
Unable to help herself from teasing Macha, Aislin suddenly felt sick.
What was she doing? The more this continued the more that Macha would be
hurt when she disappeared.
"Thank you though, for well, everything. These past few weeks would have
been impossible without you."
Macha just smiled, but why did it feel to her that Aislin had just said
good-bye?
As the two women entered the front room, they discovered Sir Miles
speaking excitedly to Aislin's grandmother.
"Good morning Aislin, I have some excellent news."
The King's Healer just stood there shocked for a brief moment, but
quickly recovered. "Good news, now that would be nice for a change."
"Indeed." He turned and smiled at everyone in the room. "This morning it
appears that the few who remained ill, suddenly recovered."
"That's great news, Sir Miles." Macha reached over and held Aislin by
the hand. "Isn't that wonderful, Aislin."
The King's Healer nodded. "Thank the gods. We should see how the village
fares this morning as well."
Walking through the village square, with memories of the night before,
Aislin missed the questions Macha was asking.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"You seem so far away, Aislin." Before she could say anything else, a
group of excited villagers approached. Word had started to spread
throughout the entire village, the plague had vanished overnight.
To Aislin's surprise, people who had never spoken to her with anything
but disdain in their voice thanked her for helping them. A few even took
her aside to apologize for what had been said over the week to her,
being fearful for their loved ones.
What surprised her the most, were the ones who went as far to apologize
for hurts done to her in the past. Even Rowena greeted her with a hug,
her mother finally allowing her out of the house. Aislin thought perhaps
for a moment, that this too was a dream but her magical senses informed
her that she was indeed awake.
Once it had been determined that no sickness remained in the village,
Aislin and her escorts mounted up and made their way down the King's
Road. The King's Healer could feel everyone's joyful spirits. She too
tried to keep a smile on her face but it was becoming difficult.
Macha could tell that Aislin had been hiding something most of the day.
The smile on her face, did not reach her eyes.
"You're still worried that the curse will return?" Macha rode up next to
Aislin.
They had just departed another village, like the others in the midst of
a celebration. Everyone wanted the King's Healer to remain, to celebrate
with them, but understood that she needed to make sure that illness had
finally departed from Lord Kelvin's lands.
"Oh...yes I guess." Aislin replied without even looking at her.
Macha frowned; she could always tell when her beloved was being anything
less than truthful.
"It will be fine." Macha reached over and took Aislin by the hand.
"Whatever it is, it will all work out."
It had been a long hard day by the time Aislin and her escort rode back
through the village. Sir Miles had wanted them to return to the castle,
where Sir Nevan had been planning a celebration for the end of the
plague. They also wanted to honor the King's Healer who had made it all
possible.
Aislin had been able to ask for one more night at home with her
grandmother. Sir Nevan had insisted that she move permanently into the
Keep. Some one of her social rank should not be living in a healer's
cottage.
Macha thought that Aislin would be much more excited over the news. She
smiled, thanked everyone but the light was still missing from her eyes.
Even the news that her Macha and her Grandmother would be joining her in
the Keep did not seem to make a difference.
"I am still leaving a half a dozen men to watch over you tonight. Until
we have dealt with that shadow creature, or whatever you call it on the
prowl the nights are still not safe." Sir Miles twisted in the saddle,
looking about. For once the village seemed rather peaceful. "I'll be by
in the morning with an honor guard."
"Miles, that's not..." Aislin began.
"Yes it is, although many helped, you alone deserve such an honor."
"Thank you, Miles, for...everything, and good night to you."
Macha frowned. Once again it sounded like Aislin was saying more than
just good-bye.
For the most part, Aislin had kept the smile on her face all day. It was
hard not to be excited seeing the joy in people's eyes. She just kept
looking for that joy in each village and that carried her to the next
and the next. However, upon entering the cottage and seeing that her
grandmother had prepared all of her favorite dishes, she almost broke
down.
As she took a seat, the knowledge that this might be the last meal with
the two women lay heavily on Aislin. The food as usual was good, and she
pushed aside those dark thoughts, enjoying the time she spent with her
grandmother and Macha.
"I expect Lord Kelvin to bring the Royal Thaumaturgist with him to deal
with shadow creature."
"That's more good news, then."
"Right so don't go off and search for the thing yourself. You have done
enough already." Mach said while pointing her finger at Aislin.
"I agree. Also, once his lordship returns the three of us...." Ina looked
at Macha for a moment, and then smiled. "The four of us will sit down
and discuss your past."
"Why not now?" Aislin spooned a mouthful of Wardonys into her mouth. The
poached fruit had always been one of her favorite deserts.
"I gave Lord Kelvin my word. Plus there are a few...things that need to be
decided before we can talk."
Aislin nodded. It really had been rather foolish to think that her
grandmother would tell her all those tonight. She would just have to put
them in the back of her mind, as she had more pressing worries in the
hours ahead.
The three women stayed awake much later than normal, catching up on
news. Ina had seen very little of her grandchild and it was nice to have
her home for a chance.
Suddenly tired, the Wise Woman covered her mouth with a yawn. "I think
it's time for bed everyone."
Macha too couldn't keep her eyes open.
Reaching for her grandmother, Aislin held her close. "Thank you for
tonight, the food was excellent as always."
"I'm surprised you left any of the Wardonys for us." Ina returned the
hug. As a sudden wave of drowsiness seemed to come upon the Wise Woman,
Aislin guided her to her bedroom.
"I'll be there in a minute, Macha." She called out.
After helping with her outer garments, she tucked grandmother into bed.
"Child, I should be putting you to bed not the other way around."
"Yes, well it's my turn tonight. Plus I had a lot less mulled wine."
Reaching over, she gently kissed Ina on the forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too, Aislin." Seconds later, the Wise Woman fell into a deep
sleep.
With a sad smile, the King's Healer walked into the bedroom that she
shared with Macha. Finding her beloved half-dressed sitting on the bed,
Aislin began to help her undress as well.
"You're doing this, aren't you?" Macha said accusingly. "At first I
thought that you drugged the two of us but you didn't, did you?"
The young apprentice had heard rumors of another Healer able to do
something similar, allowing them to sleep while she worked. However, if
someone resisted it then they wouldn't go to sleep. Aislin power simply
overwhelmed those desires.
It's time for you to go to sleep." Aislin finished helping her get
undressed, and like her grandmother got her into bed without much of a
fight.
"No, please tell me what's going on." The young apprentice wailed,
fighting against whatever power was putting her to sleep.
Aislin sighed, Macha deserved to know. There was little chance anyone
would be able to follow her once she entered the woods. Taking her love
by the hand, the King's Healer went over last night's dreams.
"NO, you can't go. Please, at least take me with you."
"I can't, Macha; I refuse to put another person's life in danger. Don't
you see?" Tears were now coming down Aislin's face. "This is a more than
a fair trade; even just to protect you and my grandmother."
The young apprentice continued to struggle, although her will
formidable, Macha found it paled in comparison to Aislin's. The last
thing she felt before sleep claimed her was Aislin kissing her on the
lips, and telling her how much she loved her.
Donning her mother's clothing, Aislin now in full King's Healer regalia
headed out the door. Placing the band around her shoulder, she pulled
the golden medallion to her lips, praying to the gods for protection.
As she headed towards the edge of the forest, Aislin knew that the
armsmen, who sat around a camp fire next to her cottage, were now all
fast asleep. She had gained more than a few powers since her battle with
the shadow creature.
Walking under the full moon, Aislin had started to become depressed at
the thought of never seeing those she loved again. Earlier in her life,
she would have continued her walk, feeling as if she were approaching
the gallows.
However, that Aislin had vanished, disappearing when she put on her
mother's clothes for the first time. No longer was she the frightened
little boy. Although there were still many mysteries in her past, Aislin
had no plans on just give up.
Upon entering the woods, quickly passing the clearing that first started
this journey, she readied herself for the upcoming battle. She would not
cower or whimper in the face of that shadow. And although the likelihood
of her coming home was slim, she would wrap that hope around her heart
as if it were armor. And in the end, if she fell, after protecting the
ones she loved, the sacrifice had been worth it.
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