A forgotten, Once Upon a time

Part 3

      

     Since that day they didn't forget each other. Calypso would bathe and tend her wounds as best she could without magic. Unlike Bubbie she didn't posses healing powers. But she tried her best to heal herself to a perfection so no scars would remain. Though the task seemed impossible since Astrah would just reopen her wounds the next day. If not for the immortal magic in all faeries of the land, she would have died long ago. She wanted to look her best for Bubbie if he ever came back and so she took greater care of her body then ever before. She, unlike Bubbie didn't fight the fact that she was attracted to him or that he was different.

       Bubbie tried to forget Calypso unsuccessfully. He knew such a romance was impossible. Would it even be a real romance or just another faerie thinking with his manhood? He'd ask himself. In the day he'd try to escape from his thoughts with slumber. For his kind loved creeping about mostly at night. But he was tormented even in his dreams. Countless nights he awoke screaming her name or extending an arm for her to find that she wasn't there. When only moments ago he could have sworn he felt the heat of her body beside him.

     In a desperate measure to get the woman out of his head, he took a mistress. Her eyes were lavender. Her hair snow white, and skin as dark as his. Her body the envy of any woman. Even more perfectly sculptured than Calypso's. She was a skillful seductress and lured Bubbie quick to her bed. But in the mist of this fornication Bubbie's imagination began to run wild. Instead of this glorious Slaph noble woman it was Calypso who was under him in his minds eye.

      Filled with panic and dismay at his own mind he fled her chambers in a hot mist of anger. What magic was this that even in the arms of a perfect lover he still couldn't escape Calypso.

     Months passed and Bubbie forced himself to endure this yearning he had for her. Never again must he see her. But one day fate tempted him to do otherwise. His King, Kylic sought someone to deliver a message to the elf kingdom. All his other messengers were traveling far west to the gobblin kingdom.

      "Sire, who better to deliver a message then your most trusted knight?” Bubbie spoke out to the king.

     “Aye, but I need you here to advise me on certain matters.” Kylic responded drinking from his silver cup.

     “I will deliver your message, and be right back at your side to do as you wish.” Bubbie bowed low.

     After moments of silence his king arose and gave him a scroll in a wooden mystic cylinder. Intrusting him to be quick. Bubbie bowed one last time in gratitude and flew north. Upon his arrival he dropped off the message the royal elf messengers and flew up high. Seeming to be going back toward his kingdom. But behind a cloud he turned into a black mist and with the wind traveled toward Calypso.

     Calypso had nursed hopes that she would at least have a glimpse of Bubbie again. But in the uneventful months she forced herself to forget. Now she focused all her concentration on sewing back together her wound. A deep wide gash in her thigh. Using a curtain she wiped the blood away and then pushed the needle through her skin and on to the other side. In mid motion, the locked doors to the balcony rattled frightening her and the needle pierced her thumb.

     “Awe!” She let out a frustrated groan.

      “My love what ales you?” Bubbie said suddenly standing in front of her.

       Calypso gasped in shock. He had just appeared out of thin air and if she had heard right he call her his love.

       While she sat frozen Bubbie looked down at her blood soaked legs. The bloody curtain draped over one side. Carefully he took the curtain. Cleaned her legs as much as possible and laid his hands on the wound. Calypso clutched his cape and groaned in agony.