Hey, everybody here is the rewrite of "Bride Of Darkness" I know many of you love the original tale, but I don't feel like I can continue it in its current form. Things in my life have made me change and I am no longer in the spirit of the story.
But I promise you I will work VERY hard on this, and make it much better than the original. I think I have grown a lot since then.
So please give it a chance and no flames, please.
Prince Tiernan had sworn never to step in this realm again. He had enough painful reminders of her without resorting to the self punishment that was visiting the world where he had spent the happiest times of his life.
He had her old dresses she wore, books she had read, charms she had made, and even the haunting sensation of her lips against his.
He had long considered throwing out, burning the items, and dulling the memories with magic, but he could never bring himself to do so. Partly, it was a matter of personal honor. It would be the coward's way out to just forget everything that helped shaped you. It was a matter of the heart where he didn't want to forget his human bride, and the above all that he just couldn't forget her.
So much of the mortal realm had changed in the thousand years since he last stepped here. The place she and her people had resided was now called Wales, the forests had been replaced with cities of steel, the humans worshiped technology instead of Spirits, the women were almost a man's equal, and above all they had made the Earth they had once cherished sick with pollution.
In a way, he could at least attempt to pretend it wasn't Earth.
Humanity had never been peaceful, but all their wars had been against each other. They had never fought against an entirely different species, like the Fae, under his father's command. He wondered if his father still remembered this was the home of the Mortal he had loved so many centuries ago and still loved.
He doubted it. His father rarely remembered such things about his son.
Tiernan made his way, to the edge of the room where an ancient wooden chest and carefully opened it. Why did he have to torture himself with such? He delicately pulled out the ancient blue cloth, revealing a blue dress.
Few humans alive today would have recognized it as a Wedding Dress, but it was.
A dress the bride had never gotten the chance to wear.
He carefully rubbed his fingers over the fabric that had grown course with age, there were clear steams in it where he had sewn it back together when it had fallen apart. He should have gotten one of the palace seamstresses to do it, but he trust anyone else to handle something that meant so much to him.
The prince was not sure how long he did this tortuous ritual, but eventually he heard a knock at the door.
"Your Highness, your father has ordered you to fight the Mortal Resistance in the Area called Tennessee."
He barely registered it. It was overkill to make the Fae Prince put down some Mortals, even magically able ones, but he didn't question his father's motives. He needed a distraction. He carefully folded the frail dress back into its' chest.
He took his sword from his bed and left the chamber, but his memories didn't quite leave him.
They never did.