Elle and the Fairy
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,920
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A funeral
Ch. 2 A Funeral
Elaine was caught soon enough by the local town’s people and given a beating for disobeying Gilda by running away. It had been likely that Lady Anderfield would die. Wasn’t the girl expecting it? Death was all over the place from sitting on the dinner table to out on the streets. It was just a plain fact of life. Why had she been so shocked? Sad yes but that was no reason to go about in the woods rejecting her responsibility.
Lady Anderfield was buried on the first day of spring before her husband was home and with her daughter being forcibly restrained.
This is death, Elaine thought. Mommy goes under the ground, and she’s never going to come up again. Once she’s there she’s never going to come back again. Never again. Elaine was torn between wanting to follow her mothering into the dark pit, but the other half was afraid. Afraid of what lay beyond. It was scary to be without Mother, but to go into the unknown was even more scary.
After the ceremony, all of the townspeople quickly left. They were sad that such a nice lady and patroness had died, but life went on, and they could not be held from their lives even to comfort of one strange little girl.
Elaine lay down in the soft turned soil of her mother’s grave. The tears that she had kept from the townspeople exploded from her.
Mommy was gone. Gone and Elaine was too much of a little girl to follow.
As she lay breathing heavily and attempting to calm down, Elaine felt something odd and bulky in her hand. She opened it and blinked through her tears to see a myrtle seed. Quickly she stuffed the seed into the soil along with her tears. She didn’t know why but somehow Elaine knew that this myrtle would grow. This would be her new mother. A myrtle just like the one that mother and Elaine had sat under when having picnics. A Mother Tree.
Elaine shoved her hand deeply into the mud and released the seed where it settled.
“I love you, Mommy.” She kissed the ground before she once more ran into the forest.
Elaine was caught soon enough by the local town’s people and given a beating for disobeying Gilda by running away. It had been likely that Lady Anderfield would die. Wasn’t the girl expecting it? Death was all over the place from sitting on the dinner table to out on the streets. It was just a plain fact of life. Why had she been so shocked? Sad yes but that was no reason to go about in the woods rejecting her responsibility.
Lady Anderfield was buried on the first day of spring before her husband was home and with her daughter being forcibly restrained.
This is death, Elaine thought. Mommy goes under the ground, and she’s never going to come up again. Once she’s there she’s never going to come back again. Never again. Elaine was torn between wanting to follow her mothering into the dark pit, but the other half was afraid. Afraid of what lay beyond. It was scary to be without Mother, but to go into the unknown was even more scary.
After the ceremony, all of the townspeople quickly left. They were sad that such a nice lady and patroness had died, but life went on, and they could not be held from their lives even to comfort of one strange little girl.
Elaine lay down in the soft turned soil of her mother’s grave. The tears that she had kept from the townspeople exploded from her.
Mommy was gone. Gone and Elaine was too much of a little girl to follow.
As she lay breathing heavily and attempting to calm down, Elaine felt something odd and bulky in her hand. She opened it and blinked through her tears to see a myrtle seed. Quickly she stuffed the seed into the soil along with her tears. She didn’t know why but somehow Elaine knew that this myrtle would grow. This would be her new mother. A myrtle just like the one that mother and Elaine had sat under when having picnics. A Mother Tree.
Elaine shoved her hand deeply into the mud and released the seed where it settled.
“I love you, Mommy.” She kissed the ground before she once more ran into the forest.