Clandestine

Clandestine

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

A Dark Fairy tale. The girl who survived, the demon prince, and a world of magic and monsters.

Summary

A Dark Fairy tale. The girl who survived, the demon prince, and a world of magic and monsters.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Clandestine

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A Dark Fairy tale. The girl who survived, the demon prince, and a world of magic and monsters.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 06, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 06, 2015

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That day, the first sound that could be heard within the small village was a single scream. Within moments, the peace and quiet of the early morning hours melted away into chaos.

They were missing, all of them.

Quickly, the men of the village gathered, armed with whatever they could find. A few brought dogs, though it would do little good. A fresh layer of snow now blanketed the earth, muffling any evidence of where they could have gone.

The mothers were weeping. Such a thing, surely it was a curse upon their village. Perhaps a witch, or some other unruly spirit had come in the night, lifting their sleeping children from their beds and sweeping them away into the shadows.

They must be frightened.

The men set out, starting in a circle at the center of the village and moving out towards the woods that bordered their home. The dancing light of the torches did little good, but the promise of dawn drew ever closer, and the calls of the many fathers served as a beacon to any of the wayward children who could be found between the trees.

But none came.

Then, one man, Nicholas, no older than the others but having no wife or children of his own, broke through the trees into a wide clearing. The first blush of morning had begun lightening the sky, but the moon, still unwilling to leave its place at the threshold between night and day, cast its pale glow down, making the snow gleam like polished silver. Nicholas, seeing no signs of footprints in the unmarred snow, was about to turn back when he saw it. There, at the center of the clearing, a single buck stood, gazing down at something at its feet. Amazed, Nicholas stares at the creature, larger than any other he had ever seen, and possessing fur dark as the shadows that lingered in the oncoming light. The beast moved, head lifting, and it seemed as if it looked directly at Nicholas, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments. And then a breeze tickled the air, causing his torch to sputter, and the creature quickly darted into the night. And there, where the beast once stood, lying in the snow, was a child- a girl- seemingly asleep. Nicholas was overwhelmed with joy, running towards her. But as he grew closer, he noticed something strange about the girl lying in the snow. Her skin was pale as porcelain, and her hair straight as a pin and so pale it almost shone like the snow. She was ethereal, and for a brief moment Nicholas questioned if she were even living, but the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the rose tint that graced her cheeks quickly put those fears to rest. Lifting the child in his arms, he returned to the village, hope renewed.

However, none of the others were so lucky. And at the sight of Nicholas and the mysterious girl, fear and apprehension spread like wild child.

“Who is the mother of this child?” Nicholas asked, and none replied. Whispers grew to murmurs, and murmurs to shouts as no one came forth to claim the sleeping girl.

“She is a changeling! They stole away our babes to make a place for her!”

“Clearly she is a demon, or some sort of witch!”

The village was in an uproar as everyone turned blame upon the girl in Nicholas’ arms. He gazed down at her and thought back to the clearing, thought of how strange and fantastical his encounter had been. Perhaps they were right, perhaps this one child was the source of all their woes.

And then the girl opened her eyes, and though the sun had yet to show its harrowed face, Nicholas caught a glimpse of the sky between her lashes, blue and pure as any he had ever seen.

This was no demon. This was no changeling or witch. This was a girl, the only child they had left, and she needed to be protected.

“She is mine.” He said suddenly, and the voices of the others grew quite.

“But you…” Someone spoke up.

“My child died long ago, taking my child with her. And now, in this time of great sorrow, God has sent this girl to me. She is all we have left.” No one spoke. No one could. Nicholas was a great man, admired by all. The death of his wife and child had been a great tragedy, and even the townsfolk’s fear could not erase their guilt.

“Very well, Nicholas.” The town’s head stepped forward, an older man, thin and grey with age. “Then she will be yours to raise and care for.”

“But what of the others?” One woman cried, tears streaming. “What if she really is the cause of this?”

“We have lost so many today, what use would it be to kill the only one we have left? Witch or changeling, for now we cannot know. But as she grows, her true nature will surely be revealed, and only then will we truly be able to decide what to do with her. But until then, she will be Nicholas’ daughter, and the occurrences of this ill-fated morning will not be spoken of again, understood?”

And so the village tucked away that dark morning, never forgetting the loss it received but having no other choice but to move on. And Nicholas, now the father of a beautiful little girl, bestowed upon his name, Aya, his little miracle, and she grew into someone as lovely and fair as the moon. But this brief peace was not destined to last, for all truths must become stories, and all storied are heard in such a land of snow and ice, even when the listeners are kings.

 


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