Quiet Laughter
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
5,093
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Intermission
His violet hair spread itself out across the dark silk pillows beneath his head. The rough stubble on his cheek was just turning gray. So how could he be dying?
The queen of all the Fae stood clothed in red and black, a heavy lace veil over her coyly smiling mask. Beside her stood Garai Lian Kaikala, liege lord to the dying man. Then there was the son, barely a child himself and faced with death.
“Tighe,” Wyn-Heilyn groaned reaching toward his sobbing son. The smaller and young mirror of the dying Fae ran from his place beside the lord and rushed to his father’s side.
“Tighe, my gentle little child. How I wish I could stay to shelter you.”
Tighe took his father’s out stretched hand and cried harder as the man continued.
“Tell your mother that she has my blessings to marry any that her heart leads her to. She deserves to find that one person.” Wyn-Heilyn chuckled, once so warm and hearty now a dry raspy sound. “I understood when we married it was not for love. Tell her, she honors me by performing the ritual of the Banshee Cry.”
“Why wouldn’t she wail for you, father? Mother loves you.” Tighe replied. His father chuckled again and patted his hand fondly.
“That she does.”
Suddenly his body was wracked with a set of harsh tremors that sent pain shooting through his entire body. Gurgling screams burst out from his mouth almost muffled by a sorrow filled shriek outside the door. Tighe cried louder as he attempted to hold his father’s body still. Then as swiftly as the attack came, Wyn-Heilyn was calm.
“My end is drawing near, little one.” he whispered. “There is so much to impart to you. We Abracomas are guardians of the lands of Kaikala. We are champions, shepherds, the Knighted . Remember that. But most of all, we Abracomas are enduring. Nothing can defeat us.”
Wyn-Heilyn motioned Garai Lian to approach his death bed.
“My son, this is Garai Lian.” Tighe’s father introduced. Tear filled violet eyes turned to the teenager beside him and the elder young man gave the boy a kind look. Wyn-Heilyn appeared to begin to say something but Garai Lian stopped him.
“I will guide him as my father guided me.” He said.
The dying man nodded and shut his eyes for the final time. Outside, the wailing came to a mournful crescendo and Tighe screamed as he threw himself at his father’s body.
“Come Knight Abracomas.” Garai Lian ordered gently tugging on Tighe as Queen Titania proceeded to open all the windows of the room, yet another step in the death ritual. “It is time for us to leave.”
“No!” the boy cried shoving the teen away. Titania hit a secret smile behind her mask and continued her duties.
“I will not leave, Gary!”
Lian gave Tighe a puzzled frown at being called Gary. Did the child think that Garai was his true name and merely shortened it in his grief, he asked himself.
“Mommy? I want my Mommy. Where’s my Mommy?!” Tighe suddenly demanded his breathing harsh and violent. “She’s not wailing. I don’t-hear-her wailing.”
He weaved away from his father’s body, deftly dodging Lian and began heading for the exit. It was there Queen Titania caught him and knelt down so to look Tighe in the eyes. She was startled to see them wild and frightened.
“Little one, listen to your queen’s words.” Titania told him forcing his violet eyes to look into her bluish lavender gaze. She added a small bit of compulsion to her words as she spoke.
“You will complete your training as a Fae Knight with Garai Lian guiding you. Then you may see your mother as much as you desire.”
“But I want Mommy now.”
Behind the mask, Titania was taken aback. Whenever she had used her power of compulsion on her Knighted before, they immediately obeyed. Was it the small human portion of Tighe that made him--immune somewhat?
“Help me get all these windows and I will allow it.” She replied with a sigh. Garai Lian went to object but Titania silenced him with a wave of her hand. Tighe cheered and hastily assisted the Queen then launched himself out the door with a gleeful laugh.
“Blessed Premier Lady, why…?” Lian began to ask before the Queen cut him off.
“Did I allow Tighe to leave and not finish his training with you? He is too young at this point, too aggrieved to be separated from his mother.”
She watched out one of the windows as Tighe heaved himself into his mother’s arms.
Sharla Ganiron-Abracomas once was beautiful but now her neatly braided blond hair lay in ruins. Her lilac colored eyes were bloodshot and her milky white skin was covered in pink welts. Hours before, she wore a simple black gown of silk. Now it hung in rags, barely covered her.
“I was not much older than Knight Abracomas when my own father passed.” Lian argued. There was something inside of him that urged him to strongly fight on this matter. He had to have Tighe!
“Your father did not waste away in mere hours due to some weapon a human hand made. Your blood is pure and Tighe holds a small taint of the people who harmed his kin. He is not you, Garai Lian Kaikala. There will be time enough in the future.”
The queen of all the Fae stood clothed in red and black, a heavy lace veil over her coyly smiling mask. Beside her stood Garai Lian Kaikala, liege lord to the dying man. Then there was the son, barely a child himself and faced with death.
“Tighe,” Wyn-Heilyn groaned reaching toward his sobbing son. The smaller and young mirror of the dying Fae ran from his place beside the lord and rushed to his father’s side.
“Tighe, my gentle little child. How I wish I could stay to shelter you.”
Tighe took his father’s out stretched hand and cried harder as the man continued.
“Tell your mother that she has my blessings to marry any that her heart leads her to. She deserves to find that one person.” Wyn-Heilyn chuckled, once so warm and hearty now a dry raspy sound. “I understood when we married it was not for love. Tell her, she honors me by performing the ritual of the Banshee Cry.”
“Why wouldn’t she wail for you, father? Mother loves you.” Tighe replied. His father chuckled again and patted his hand fondly.
“That she does.”
Suddenly his body was wracked with a set of harsh tremors that sent pain shooting through his entire body. Gurgling screams burst out from his mouth almost muffled by a sorrow filled shriek outside the door. Tighe cried louder as he attempted to hold his father’s body still. Then as swiftly as the attack came, Wyn-Heilyn was calm.
“My end is drawing near, little one.” he whispered. “There is so much to impart to you. We Abracomas are guardians of the lands of Kaikala. We are champions, shepherds, the Knighted . Remember that. But most of all, we Abracomas are enduring. Nothing can defeat us.”
Wyn-Heilyn motioned Garai Lian to approach his death bed.
“My son, this is Garai Lian.” Tighe’s father introduced. Tear filled violet eyes turned to the teenager beside him and the elder young man gave the boy a kind look. Wyn-Heilyn appeared to begin to say something but Garai Lian stopped him.
“I will guide him as my father guided me.” He said.
The dying man nodded and shut his eyes for the final time. Outside, the wailing came to a mournful crescendo and Tighe screamed as he threw himself at his father’s body.
“Come Knight Abracomas.” Garai Lian ordered gently tugging on Tighe as Queen Titania proceeded to open all the windows of the room, yet another step in the death ritual. “It is time for us to leave.”
“No!” the boy cried shoving the teen away. Titania hit a secret smile behind her mask and continued her duties.
“I will not leave, Gary!”
Lian gave Tighe a puzzled frown at being called Gary. Did the child think that Garai was his true name and merely shortened it in his grief, he asked himself.
“Mommy? I want my Mommy. Where’s my Mommy?!” Tighe suddenly demanded his breathing harsh and violent. “She’s not wailing. I don’t-hear-her wailing.”
He weaved away from his father’s body, deftly dodging Lian and began heading for the exit. It was there Queen Titania caught him and knelt down so to look Tighe in the eyes. She was startled to see them wild and frightened.
“Little one, listen to your queen’s words.” Titania told him forcing his violet eyes to look into her bluish lavender gaze. She added a small bit of compulsion to her words as she spoke.
“You will complete your training as a Fae Knight with Garai Lian guiding you. Then you may see your mother as much as you desire.”
“But I want Mommy now.”
Behind the mask, Titania was taken aback. Whenever she had used her power of compulsion on her Knighted before, they immediately obeyed. Was it the small human portion of Tighe that made him--immune somewhat?
“Help me get all these windows and I will allow it.” She replied with a sigh. Garai Lian went to object but Titania silenced him with a wave of her hand. Tighe cheered and hastily assisted the Queen then launched himself out the door with a gleeful laugh.
“Blessed Premier Lady, why…?” Lian began to ask before the Queen cut him off.
“Did I allow Tighe to leave and not finish his training with you? He is too young at this point, too aggrieved to be separated from his mother.”
She watched out one of the windows as Tighe heaved himself into his mother’s arms.
Sharla Ganiron-Abracomas once was beautiful but now her neatly braided blond hair lay in ruins. Her lilac colored eyes were bloodshot and her milky white skin was covered in pink welts. Hours before, she wore a simple black gown of silk. Now it hung in rags, barely covered her.
“I was not much older than Knight Abracomas when my own father passed.” Lian argued. There was something inside of him that urged him to strongly fight on this matter. He had to have Tighe!
“Your father did not waste away in mere hours due to some weapon a human hand made. Your blood is pure and Tighe holds a small taint of the people who harmed his kin. He is not you, Garai Lian Kaikala. There will be time enough in the future.”