Act 1 La Sylphide Part 1
A fine castle sat upon the moors of Scotland surround by a thin layer of mist in the early morning. If you looked carefully, you could make out purple clusters in the mist, which in the approaching daylight would show themselves as heather upon the grassy hills of the moor. Behind the castle rose dark shapes. In a clear night, or during the day, the dark shapes would be the distant mountains. This was the land of poets, of warriors, of magic, and of the Kirkland family who lived in the fine castle.
A tired flame haired young man had fallen asleep in front of a smouldering hearth inside the castle. He was sitting in a large armed chair, his feet upon a stool before him and the hearth. His sgian dubh handle could be seen at the top of his black hose. A mere 10 to 15 cm above his long hose was his red tartan kilt. But that was as far as he had got in changing into his formal attire. His upper body was covered in a white long sleeved under shirt and his sporran was resting against the side of the right leg of his chair.
He looked innocent and gentle in his sleep. This would take back anyone who knew the Kirkland brothers, especially this young man who was the eldest Kirkland brother Iain. But to his admirer who had just appeared in the room, he looked perfect. Dressed in an all white dress made of the mist itself was a beautiful black haired woman. On her back were crystal transparent wings marking her as a mythical being, a fairy to be precise.
For a few minutes she contented herself with watching Iain sleep. Soon it seemed that was not enough for her. The fairy glided across the room and stood closer to him. She could hear his deep breaths, and with a rosy tint on her snowy white skin, she bent down and kissed his forehead that was framed by his red fringe. Just as she was beginning to stand up tall again, Iains wild emerald eyes flew open and locked on to her hazel eyes. For awhile they both stared at each other.
"Whit ta hell!" he yelped
The fairy leapt back as well, her hands covering her lips. Iain's face went bright red clashing with his hair and looking almost violent against his pale skin. He just gawked at her in disbelief. Iain had seen fae before, all his brothers and he had the gift to see them. They even had fae who had bonded and befriended each one of the brothers. Iain had never seen this fairy before, he was sure he would remember one as beautiful. He concluded that she must know one of his brothers, and instantly felt jealous.
As the silence grew, the fairy began to worry. Iain didn't realize until the poor thing had tears in her eyes and was looking apologetic.
"I'm so sorry! You just looked so peaceful while you were sleeping! I've... well... I've been watching you for awhile. " The fairy admitted
"Ye have?" answered Iain slightly bemused
"Yes. If you wish I will stop. It's just... I-I-I l-li-like you a lot." Confessed the fairy her voice getting higher pitched towards the end
"Oh." Replied Iain lamely
Both where silent and bright red with the intensity of their blushing. Neither knew what to say. Finally something in Iains mind clicked as he noticed how terrible his response had been to the fairy.
"Yer dinnea need ta stop. Yer can visit if ye want." Iain mumbled
The fairy caught every word he had said. She smiled in delight, but her eye caught the sun rise from the window on the opposite wall to the fire. She looked at it and sighed. She stretched her arms out in front of her with her palms up. From thin air, appearing in her hands, was a plant called Henbane.
"I am happy to hear that. I hope to see you in the near future, but I must go now. I beg of you to eat some of these leaves." The fairy offered the plant to Iain
Iain paused. Plants where his brother Tristains forte, as he was the healer in the family. But Iain reasoned with himself why would the fairy kiss him and confess her love if she wanted to kill him? No one could call Iain a coward, so he took the leaves and ate them.
"Thank you my sweet Iain. Please sleep well. My name is Sylphide, please use it the next time we meet."
And with that she vanished into thin air along with the henbane. Iain sat back in his chair, and the henbane took its effect and made him fall back to sleep.
He had only been asleep for a couple of hours when hurried footsteps could be heard echoing up the hallway approaching his room. The door slammed open, and a shorter scruffy blonde haired man stood in the doorway. The blonde man had emerald eyes as well marking him as one of Iains brothers.
"Get up you lazy lout!" Shouted the man giving Iain a hard smack round the head
"Damn eet Arthur, cannea noo wake me up like a normal wee brother?" snarled Iain
"No I bloody well cannot! " snapped Arthur
Iain shook his head at his younger brothers rage. He knew what it was about, and for now was planning on ignoring it. He yawned and stretched.
"Ye dinnea see a fairy leave here did ye? She wus a bonnie lass with black hair and brown eyes. Her dress wus made o mist." Iain asked
"No I didn't. I saw no one come out of this room, you must have dreamed her up!" spat a livid Arthur
"Aye, ah must have. Wish ah hadn't though." Said Iain wistfully
Arthur paused in picking up Iains clothing. He straightened stiffly, and if looks could kill Iain would be dead.
"YOU-ARE-GETTING-MARRIED-TODAY. TO THE MAN I LOVE MAY I ADD!" yelled Arthur who was now pounding every part of Iain he could reach
Iain dodged and blocked his brothers punches. Eventually he tired of the abuse and put him in a hold.
"Aye ah ken. Yer might want tae stop hitting me. If he sees then he will never forgive ye for leavin bruises on ta groom." Iain replied
Arthur stopped and leapt from Iain as if burned. His scolding look told Iain that nothing was forgiven or forgotten, but Iain could live with that.
"That reminds me, he is here." Choked out Arthur
Cast:
James= Iain Kirkland. I don't wasn't to call him James, because my brother has that name and I do not want Scotland to share that name
Effie= Francis Bonnefoy
Gurn= Arthur Kirkland
La Sylphide= random fae
Madge/witch= Norway