Light Ever After
Prologue
Niall Brigant's smile was said to be the most dangerous sight in faery. If one of his kin had been present they would have been quite alarmed at their fae prince's pleased countenance. Clearly he was up to something they would conclude, and wonder in distress exactly what he could be doing lest it spell their doom.
But today he was not up to something, no he was merely watching through his mind's eye what his darling great granddaughter was doing. It was no secret that Niall had a soft spot for humans. He always did, or else his half human sons Fintan and Dermot would not have been. He liked watching his human descendants for they reminded him of a woman and a time lost to him. Of his human descendants there was one that he favored most, for she most reminded him of Einin in looks but of himself in nature.
He never would have closed himself off from the human realm but for his darling great granddaughter's suffering at the hands of his fellow fae. Despite being locked away from the human realm he still often watched Sookie from his mind's eye. He had watched her closely even before he realized her affinity for attracting the vampire beasts to herself but since then had doubled his vigilance. Had even meddled a few times with his hopes for her and the Viking.
Today he had not been watching her but he had felt the pull. A pull that could be made only by of the power of a cluviel dor about to be used. It was the last cluviel dor, for they had been forged longed ago by his great (times many) grandmother and the art had died with her. Initially Niall had looked at his great-granddaughter in concern (and perhaps a little envy), for she did not truly realize the dangerous power of the cluviel dor and that it always had consequences.
He had been greatly displeased when he feared that she had wasted the cluviel dor on the mongrel and all his hopes for the prophecy would come to nothing. But things and fae are rarely what they appear when magic is involved.
Live.
He felt his Sookie's wish in his own being for his kin had knit the magic that she wielded.
He felt her intense longing.
He felt that she was torn in two.
Half of her wanted the shifter to live. So she could have the life that she had once imagined for herself before everything. That she and the almost human would fall in love, leave the faery and vampire worlds behind. Things could be "normal", they could grow old working at their bar together. They could have children. She could never have children with….
Live.
Eric could never give her children. She had once fallen on him, sucked out a bullet for him, felt that deep intensity that he must live that she now (partly) felt for the shifter. Part of her still felt the intensity, still needed him-Eric, and would do anything for a lasting life with him.
What happened next is what caused Niall to smile as he prepared to open the faery realm. He would have to fetch his granddaughter, at least the part of her that had chosen the Northman. For if he was right, the prophecy was coming to fruition and the last cluviel dor may finally undo the evil of the first.
Born of light yearning for darkness
End Prologue
A/N: Just a little teaser, the chapters will be longer but please let me know what you think.