Once upon a time . . .
“Why did you come here?” The Fae asked him as she stood in the archway of the old ruins. The place was beautiful once, some may argue it was even more so now that vines had crept up its walls and the stonework was cracked in a myriad of places. The smell of the earth was all around. It was no wonder that the Nature Spirits had taken it as one of their homes.
The Samurai had stopped his approach at the base of the ruins stairs and stood looking at the things all around him. This place was one he had passed many times and nothing seemed extraordinary about it – just a temple fallen into the hands of time. He never saw anything there before but vines. Now his heart was open and he had faith that he would find what he needed in this place.
Despite the warmth in the air the man felt a chill when he looked at her. “My child is very ill,” he started off speaking slowly. His voice held a conviction that wasn’t shown in the slight way his legs trembled as he headed up the stairs. “We fear she will not last to see another sunrise. I have buried her, to her neck, in the earth as the stories have instructed.”
The Fae laughed. “A story has brought you here?” The grasses blew and small specks of light freckled the air. These were minor Fae, and their voices sounded like whispers on the wind. “I have no time for men who put their faith in a tale.”
And she started to turn away from the Samurai. As she did, the light that was there and the warmth began to recede. He could not miss this opportunity. “Wait!” He cried. He took the stairs two at a time though the distance between him and the Fae never decreased. Still he tried to catch her. “I am here for you, oh great Fae of Nature! To beg for her life.”
The Fae raised her hand and the Samurai stopped. Before he had been far away from her, but now he was within arms reach. He almost feel backwards. Being this close to her he could feel heat like a sun pouring from her. It felt as though his inner being was being burned, but he did not back down.
The Samurai lowered his hands to the step in front of him and bowed his head low as he started to recite words from the story he read: ‘Bury the sick in an earthen bed, cover all but their head. If your broken heart will shed, the Fae of Nature will give them life in your stead.”
When he ended there was silence, and its weight pressed down on him. He could also feel the Fae’s eyes on him as sure as he felt the heat. The silence stretched. Had it been a few minutes? Hours? He couldn’t tell how much time had passed for the light in the old temple seemed the same as it was when he first arrived. As time had no hold.
Then he sensed movement in front of him and he dared to lift his head. When he did he saw the Fae sitting on the top step. She was the color of bark and her wings like leaves; their golden vines reflecting the light and blinding his eyes to the details of her. She was looking at him. “Place your head upon my lap.”
The Samurai did as he was told, finding the strength to raise from his spot and get to the landing. He laid upon his back and placed his head on her lap. As soon as he did this the heat he had been feeling vanished and was replaced with a warmth he could bask in forever.
Her fingers brushed along his face. His eyes closed and his breathing steadied to a slow rhythm. “The earth feels your pain,” said the Fae. “Your heart has bleed into the soil touched by your hands and it has been watered by your tears. For all the years you have left, to her you freely give?”
“I give her all that I have.” There was no hesitation in the Samurai’s response. He had come here willing to give his life and that had not changed. He raised his hand up to the Fae and she let him touch her face. Her own arms closed about him as she cradled him the way a mother would a child.
As he laid there, with his head in the lap of the Fae of Nature, the last thought he had, was of his daughter pushing her way out of the earth . . .
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