Lord of the Dance Fanfic

The story of the Lord of the Dance

Aidan meet Cara, the little spirit.

The little creature continued to watch in wonder at the little man on the ground before him. Aidan continued to stare at him, or her, with his heart pounding hard in mixed horror and excitement. He had never before seen such a beautiful creature. So small, almost luminous. Its face was both childish, youthful and mature- at the same time! His mother had often told him tales of mythological creatures that were believed to live in streams and forests the world over. The creature before him, recalled such a creature he had been told. But what had his mother called them? He didn't remember.

Instead of answering, he asked, stammering:

"Who are you?" The reaction was not as he had expected. The creature laughed, spun around on the spot and said with a childish smile:

"Cara!" Cara? Never had he heard about any creature that was called so. Neck, the naked violinist whose music drew people into the creek, he had heard stories about. But what was a Cara? A name or a name of a creature? Whatever it was, Aidan thought that it sounded like a female name than the name of a race. So probably the creature was a female.

Cara leaned down towards him so that her gray eyes met his.

"It is polite to introduce yourself as well." she said." Who are you, young man?"

"Human!" Aidan said quickly. Once again, she laughed.

"What's so funny?"Aidan asked, a bit annoyed that all the time being laughed at. Cara giggled.

"That you're man I already knew, I wanted to know what your name is!"

"Aidan."Perhaps he imagined, but when she had heard his name, he seemed to suddenly see a change in the creatures face. Was it excitement, or perhaps reverence? Whatever it was, the creature seemed to be more joyous than before. Soon he would know the reason.

"I should have seen it before!" She said with an excited voice. "You're the young boy who performs at the capital's streets, right? The boy with feet of flames, I can see why they have given you that name." While the Spirit (Aidan's only guess at what breed she probably could be) spoke, she walked in circles around him, without removing her gaze from him. Although he couldn't meet her eyes in the darkness, he felt her gaze and a terrible discomfort vein trough his body. Suddenly he saw them. Eight dark figures came through the trees. The faint moonlight revealed unfortunately not their faces, for they were dressed in dark hoods which only allowed the moonlight to light up their noses and the lower part of their faces. They were a terrible sight to behold. He wanted to scream but no sound came from his throat.

Besides, who would hear him?