Bridget

I finally reached an open patch in the forest, close to the faeries den. I sat for a moment in a soft patch of grass to recap on the past few days, daydreaming for a few moments of last night. I was shaken from them by a soft voice that was calling my name. I listen intently.

"Bridget... Bridget..." the soft voice called.

The voice sounded so familiar, it seemed as though I had heard it before from somewhere long ago. The voice grew louder and it seemed as if it were coming in from all directions. I tried to pinpoint where it was coming from with no luck. I finally saw a figure off in the distance, blurry at first , but suddenly came into view. I sat in shock until he began to speak.

"Hello Briggie. It's been a while hasn't it?" He said his eyes glimmering.

"Sam!" I cried. He smiled brightly as I ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"It's been so long!" I said as he held me close. I melted in his arms.

"I know... I have missed you terribly." He said as he gently pulled me away from him so that our eyes met. I felt tears of joy run down my face. He gently wiped them away as he said, "You are even more beautiful than I remember."

I began to blush at this as his emerald green eyes danced with the glittering light I fondly remember. His hair was a soft red and his skin relatively fair and he was about a half foot taller than I. He held me close once more and I rapped my arms around him as I closed my eyes for a moment. Everything felt perfect, that is... until I saw a figure lurking in the shadows whose eyes where burning a red flame that illuminated its face.

I gasped as I saw this and quickly released Sam and said, "Hurry mother and father must see you since it has been quite awhile since you've visited." I slowly took his hand, faked a smil,e and looked deep into his eyes as he smiled and said, "Shall we little lassie?"

"We shall." I said with a smile, my cheeks turning ever redder as we walked out of the glen. We had walked for but a few moments when I looked behind us to see not one but two figures in the dense underbrush. I gasped for a moment but did not pay it much mind after that point for I was too happy to see Sam. As we walked farther and farther from our meeting spot, a song deep inside my soul began to play. I longed to turn around and follow its beautiful melody, but as soon as I looked into my sweet Sam's gorgeous eyes, the song faded and the willpower to press on returned.

A thought deep inside me still remained the entire night, "who were the figures"?

Mr. O'Conner

I arrived just as Briggie caught a glimpse of Sam. She raced to him as I expected and the two were in love once more. As they were held in their embrace I saw a figure in the thick underbrush. Briggie must have seen it as well and knew who it was because she hastily ran off with her beloved.

I walked over to it and heard an eerily familiar voice that sent chills through me, "Hello Patty, it's been a while."

"Oh my God!" I cried, "It be you! I don't believe my eyes! You're the Spirit!"

"What are ye doin here?" the voice asked. "Lookin for yer Bridget aren't ye? Well you're too late. She gone with her friend." As he said the word friend, his voice grew bitter.

"No..." I replied a wee bit shaky. "I was jus' making sure that she found Sam."

"SO IT IS YOU!!!" the voice yelled angrily as the figure grabbed me and held me up by the collar of me shirt.

"No!" I said half chocking. "I had nothing to do with this. I was jus' looking after me granddaughter, that be all."

The spirit's eyes which were a blaze grew calm and cool as he let me go. I fell to my knees and as I looked up to speak to this spirit, he was gone. It seemed as if he had jus' vanished.

I stood up and brushed the dirt from my clothes and slowly made my way back to the house. I looked over my shoulder the whole way back, waiting for those burning eyes to return.

"What was he talking about?" I wondered as I walked up the steps to the house, hearing laughter inside. I shook off all of the fear and anxiety of what had happened and put on a fake smile as I opened the door.