by Brynn Myers
I often think about my time in Sacrife. The twin queens, Golar, Mabellio, Dermot, Demile, even Lithia and the warden; they all showed me different aspects of myself. Oliver guided me gently, while Beira and Oona, took a more direct approach. I guess it just goes to show that your mind knows all along how to get you to your destiny, but curiosity and free will can sometimes steer you off course. You think you know what’s best for you, but you still go a different way. The positive in those experiences is that sometimes you learn your greatest lessons there.
I can only hope that Faeth will learn from my mistakes and make better choices, but my mother says I didn’t listen to her advice, so I shouldn’t get my hopes up. I had to forge my own path with my own hills and valleys. But I’m certain Faeth will be better than me, because she has Gavin’s DNA too, and he’s so much better at dealing with things than I am. He’s my hero, and I can only assume he’ll be hers too.
“Babe, I’m home,” Gavin called out from the other room.
“I’m in here. Just writing in my journal.”
“You ready to go for our walk?”
I smiled over my shoulder. I never got tired of looking at him. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. There are times I look at him and see the boy he once was and not the man before me. The thing is, though, his heart and his charm have never changed. He’s quirky and odd. He’s funny and he makes me feel like a human being––flaws and all. I love him. I’ve always loved him even when I didn’t know it. Gavin is the solid foundation to which we are now building our life upon. Just like Nanna said, he’s my querencia.
I told him and my mother every single thing that happened while I was in Sacrife. They believed me––said there was no way I could’ve made all of that up, it was too personal. Part of me thinks they did it to appease me, but then my mom reminded me of the gift Nanna and I shared––clairaudience. She told me my father called it crap, said it was just a ploy of his mother’s to get into his head and try and change him, but we knew better. It’s funny how I never saw my dad on my journey. It certainly wasn’t because I didn’t love him or that he didn’t matter. It was just that we’d said all we needed to say to one another. There was no unfinished business when it came to he and I––we were, as he liked to call it, square.
I leaned on the desk and pushed up. My back was aching, and I was a bit unstable with my belly protruding two feet in front of me.
“Here, let me help you,” Gavin offered.
“I’m really ready for this peanut to come out.”
He rubbed my belly. “That is no peanut. It looks like you ate a watermelon.”
I slapped his shoulder. “Seriously?”
His smile dropped. “Yes. It seriously looks like you swallowed a watermelon. Maybe two.”
I shook my head. “I don’t like you.”
“Yes you do. You even died and came back from the depths of hell to prove it,” he teased as he kissed me. “Come on, walk time.”
We made our way out the front door and towards the dirt path leading up to the trees I have now dubbed “Nanna and Pappa”. They weren’t side by side, but they were in close proximity to one another. Pappa’s tree was an old yew tree with a massive trunk and lots of gnarly roots erupting from the ground, and Nanna’s tree was an old majestic oak with a glorious canopy. Both, ironically, looked very similar to the trees I encountered in Sacrife. I must’ve tapped into them and somehow converted the trees I knew so well as a kid to the trees who spoke and provided the guidance I needed. The mind is funny like that, I suppose, pulling this and that from your subconscious to meld them into some form of rational thought. I’m not really sure, but again, I’m grateful I had the chance to say my piece and get the closure I needed, no matter what form it happened in.
“One more little hill and you’ve got this,” Gavin said as he helped me up.
I huffed. “One more feels like I’m climbing a mountain.”
When we made it to Nanna’s tree, I laid my hand on the trunk. “Hi, Nanna.”
Nothing happened, of course, the tree didn’t come to life and shift into a human to offer me wisdom and guidance, but just being near it felt like I was close to her. The same happened when I touched Pappa’s tree. Just peace and happy memories.
“Do you want to sit and read a bit before we go back inside?”
I shook my head and laughed. “I’m afraid if I sit down, I won’t be able to get back up.”
“So back to the house then?”
I nodded.
Just then my water broke.
Shock warped my features and Gavin yelled. “What’s wrong?”
I bit my lip and said. “She’s coming.”
“Who?”
I dropped my shoulders and flipped my hands in the air. “Our daughter.”
“Oh God,” he said as he scrambled to help me.
Gavin and I were making our way back down to the path when I heard voices calling to me. I stopped and turned. “We’re so proud of you, Novi. You and Gavin are going to be great parents. We give our love and blessing to the three of you. Please make sure to bring that beautiful girl to visit us. We can’t wait to meet her.” Tears welled in my eyes as the yew and oak shifted into my grandparents, but it wasn’t just them. I saw everyone of importance from Sacrife. I smiled and was reminded again, in that moment, Sacrife had been real and we had truly been blessed.
“Honey, are you okay?”
“I am. Can you not see them?” I smiled.
“See who?”
“Them.” I pointed.
At first he shook his head and then his face changed. They’d revealed themselves to him, showing him that they were real.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
I chuckled. “No, we’re blessed.” My belly constricted, and I grabbed hold of Gavin’s arm and squeezed it tight. “And we are having a baby. I think we need to go.”
“Yeah.” He looked back and forth between them and me. “Right then.”
I took one last look at them and hoped my clairaudience was working. “See you soon. We love you.”
They waved and watched as Gavin and I made our way to the car. I could still see them in the distance as he drove away from the house. What a blessing. One year to the day––my daughter will be born, and the land of the fae showed itself once more. Miracles do happen as long as we have faith.
When a dream of dying actually becomes a chance to live…all you have to do is fall.
The End
About the Author
Brynn Myers is an adult paranormal romance author. After considering writing a hobby for years, she finally turned her passion and talent into a career. She came into the paranormal genre later than most but has always loved fairytales and all things magical. Using that love, she creates charmed worlds by writing stories involving passionate, strong willed characters with something to discover. Brynn lives with her family in central Florida.
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Other Books by Brynn Myers
Jorja Graham
The Life & Death of Jorja Graham (Book 1)
The Echoed Life of Jorja Graham (Book 2)
Prophecies of The Nine series
Entasy (Book .5)
Redemption (Book 1)
Stand-alone Titles/Anthologies
Fairy Tale Confessions
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