Under a forgotten sun – Speakeasy #157


Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold. The cold seeped into my bones like icy fingers and I shivered against a bitter wind that pulled me this way and that. I longed for the gentle days of summer, for the ground to turn soft beneath my feet.

When I was a safe enough distance from the village I allowed what little strength I had left to cloak me in the radiance of a forgotten sun. It was an illusion, but one my body responded to in earnest.

da VinciThe life I carried stirred inside me, impatient to be free of his binds. I ran a hand soothingly over my stomach and willed him to be still, just for a little while longer.

He could hear my thoughts, I know he could. But he wasn’t yet mature enough to communicate his, not clearly. I got a series of images, memories of a time I didn’t belong to. Still I understood his need. It was the reason I had ventured out alone, away from a community that feared us and wanted only to be rid of him and all he represented.

When I saw the cabin appear in the clearing, at first I thought it another illusion. One brought on by my desperation.

The moment I saw the wolf I knew it was him and my heart quivered, for him, for our child, for all of us.

Joel transformed then, though it was forbidden. His eyes gleamed with a knowledge I could never possess. It hurt just to look at him.

“If they find you here, they’ll kill you,” I whispered, unable to move towards him because I feared that weakness.

“You think I’d allow you to go through this alone?” His voice thundered around us, as deep and raw as the emotions rippling through me.

“I’ve studied well. I’m prepared.” I took a step forward, only then noticing the scar on his arm. “What have you done?” I asked, forgetting for a moment, that to be with him was punishable by death.

“They can’t find me now, Teagan, you’re safe. Let me help you.”

As though waiting for a sign, our son made his intentions known. The pain robbed me of breath for a moment, the first signs of labour. I had studied this, was prepared for this and soothed him once more.

“It’s time,” I whispered, trying to calm my beating heart.

Joel was by my side in an instant, lifting me off my feet and carrying me towards the cabin.

“How?” I managed, remembering the structure that shouldn’t be, but was.

“It’s Audrey’s power. Her will,” Joel said, glowing again with a knowledge that he had yet to speak of. “Once we cross over there’s no going back. You have to be sure, Tegan. Will you come with me?”

“Will he be safe?”

A cloud passed across his face. “I’ll always keep him safe.”

“Then I’ll come with you.”

His face was very close to mine now, and his eyes, so like the wolf, were hypnotising. “Will you leave everything behind?”

I knew what he wanted me to say, and I hesitated, too weak to dull all of the pain. It seared through my stomach and made me wince against the growing contractions. I would have to give up my powers, give up everything, for him and the child we’d made together.

“I’m afraid,” I choked out, and I was. Afraid to hope, to want the life together I thought we could never have.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he said, loosening his grip. But it wasn’t his words that swayed me, it was the love I felt in every fibre of his being. It cocooned me in warmth. It was brighter than any star, stronger than any sun I could conjure.

“Yes.”

We stepped over the threshold and into the kind of room that didn’t belong in a cabin. It had been an illusion after all. It was a doorway, nothing more. Joel had brought us to safety, risked everything to protect his family. For we were a family and had been since the moment I’d looked into the eyes of his wolf.

As soon as our presence was detected the medical staff rushed forward and guided us to a bed.

By now the pain was intense. I was no longer in my own time and my power had no place here. I was on my own, and would have to rely on what medicines they would allow.

***

Thanks for reading.

Mel

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34 Comments

Very descriptive and utterly captivating yet again. I just love your style.

Wow, I mean your stuff is always good, but that opening was incredible and drew me in so much! Great piece 😀

I was sucked in quickly. Great read!

Very evocative and full of love – it oozes everywhere! I like you style,.Cheerio, Jane

This was a fascinating story! I’d love to read more, how they met, what happens next – anything 🙂

I love the magic and the mystery at work here, the characters seem so real, so believable. Nicely done!

This is a compelling read. It seemed like much more than 750 words (in a good way). 🙂

Very nicely done. Plenty of back story for a reader to ponder.

This was so beautifully written! I was captivated by the entire story the way it flowed swiftly and easily from line to line, the way the suspense unfolded, the slight easing of tension as the situation appeared to have become safer… I wish the characters all the best for their new life, I loved what you did here 🙂

A beautiful love story-of a different kind:-)Am curious about the back story and hope you will write more about this:-)

“Cloak me in the radiance of a forgotten sun” – lovely. The language throughout this piece was beautiful.

Some nice writing in here.

This is fantastic, Melissa! I love the mystery of her world – and their unborn child. And there’s an intensity about Joel that’s really appealing. Can’t wait to see more of this! 🙂

This was a fantastic story!

I love the magic of this story! And I kind of have a crush on Joel. 😉

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