An Ancient Magus Bride fanfic
Memories are trinkets we collect. They may not be something one can hold in their hands, but instead they are images to get lost in. Memories are addicting to be made, wanting to collect more and more. Especially with...
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Happy.
That is the only word that could describe the curly red headed child. With a sprinkling of freckles that looked like a constellation of stars. Her eyes were like blue jewels surrounded by long red eyelashes.
She was sitting by a rushing river, the sound of birds singing can be heard from the high green tops of large trees.
She was on vacation with her family, visiting family that owned a home in the vast green forest of Scottland. She was sitting by a small riverbank, watching her father and uncle fish in the river. Trading insults back and forth. Her mother and aunt were sitting by the table, preparing lunch for everyone. Her older cousins were finding colored rocks and would go back to show the young girl.
The little girls name is Alana, and was a proud nearly 6 year old girl. At the moment however, a streak of mischievous has entered the girl while watching her older cousins. She was told by her mother earlier that in no way was she allowed to join them. Stating she was too young and small, that being that close to the river was dangerous.
But the think with almost 6 year olds, they don't like to hear the words too young. So on her two thin freckled knobby knees, she stands and inches closer to the river. Keeping an eye out on her mother who seems to be able to catch Alana doing something even if her back is turned.
Closer and closer, she inches ever so. Eyes now latched onto a pale pink rock that's smooth edges seem to call out for her to pick up and feel. The edge of the river is loose ground and if she only knew better that she could have seen how dangerous the edge of it was.
Her sparkly white shoe slips on the shires edge and her body is instantly submerged into the pushing cold water that propels her down the rivers path. Her small hands begin to grasp at anything and her thin legs work furiously to bring her back to the waters surface. Faintly she can hear the raised voices of her family as her head breaks the surface. Her red curls are now plastered to her head and face as she tries to figure out where she was.
Another wave crashes over her head and she is forced under again. The limited breath she had was fading fast. A choked sob escapes her mouth in a bubble of air. A pleasing thought races through her mind as her eyes flutter close as the pressing darkness that filtered with the edge of her vision takes over.
Please, let me live...
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"I have heard your call my child. I believe I have found what I need in you."
A white light blasts away the darkness and a melodic voice causes Alana's eyes to open. There before her is the most beautiful women she has ever seen.
Flowing white hair and deep green eyes peer at her. A flowing drapery dress seems to float around the woman, bringing out a near silvery undertone to the pale woman. Her beauty was nearly unearthly and Alana's wide child eyes was immediately immersed by the women's beauty. Not even noticing she was now able to breath in the water.
The once raging river seemed to have calmed as the two float in the river. Her wide blue eyes take in the now calmed water. Faintly wondering where she now finds herself.
"Am I dead?" She asks faintly.
The woman laughs at her question, waving a hand, "no my dear, you are merely in my realm. I came to save you after I heard your call."
The girl is amazed once again by the near bell-like voice of the woman. It is nearly like a lullaby, instantly soothing her nerves.
"You heard me?" She tilts her head as her red curls floats in the water around her head.
"Yes, I felt something that I have been looking for the instant you set foot into my waters. I think you are my chosen one, my dear sweet child." The woman coos as her arms fold around the small child. The surprising warmth further soothes the child as she feels a closeness to the woman. Like a connection she feels to her mother but somehow deeper.
Pulling away, Alana stares up at the woman shyly, "you found something in me?"
The woman stares down at the girl, recognizing a piece of a soul she loves dearly. "Yes, I believe you are one of the many descendants of my daughter from long ago. But you especially carry her spirit."
Alana processes this as she considers what the womans words mean. Looking up into the sea green eyes, she once again feels that connection.
"I'm...a piece of your daughter?"
The woman smooths a hand through the girls red bouncy curls. Understanding that it was not yet time for the girl to join her. Releasing a forlorn sigh, she places her palm onto the girls cheek.
"Yes, but for now, that is all you can know."
With that, the girl falls into a deep slumber in the arms of the woman.
...
A flash of green wings is all Lindel can spot before he is tackled beneath a pile of green winged baby dragons.
"Get off of me you big pile of dragon hide. You're crushing my ribs!" Lindel gruffly complains as the dragons make their way off of the poor man. Each one clamoring for attention and asking if he'll watch them practice flying.
Before he can reply though, the rushing sound of something emerging from the water cuts him off in surprise.
His wide blue cat eyes widen as he spots the two shapes of a flowing white haired woman holding in her arms a curly red haired girl with a splattering of freckles across her nose.
Once the women's sea green eyes meet his, he instantly bends to one knee as he recognizes the ancient beauty.
"Lamara-sama, it has been a while since we last seen each other." Lindel speaks fondly as the woman chuckles in response.
"I do hope you're well Lindel. And that I'm not intruding." Her bell-like voice flows through the water.
"Not at all..." his blue eyes once again glance to the young child in her arms who seemed deeply asleep. The woman notices his attention and runs a hand through the girls hair before chuckling.
"I have a deal to make with you Lindel. If you don't mind humoring a lady with some tea and bend an ear."
Lindel is shocked that the great Lamara would want to strike a deal with a wizard. It had to be of surprising circumstances. And glancing back down at the girl again, he is sure it will be an interesting one to hear.
"Of course, do come in."
Author: so I wasn't planning to update so quickly on this but once I saw someone has added this to their library. There was no way I wanted to leave them hanging! So thank you!
