I don't own them!!!! The story that the storyteller tells is a real Irish
legend. I got it from a Nora Roberts book. The wording is almost all hers
(Only the story that's told.). I tried to reword it but it was kinda hard
to do and still keep the legend intact. I picked it because I thought it
matched their situation perfectly. Shalimar/Brennan
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The Story
Ireland is a country surrounded by myths and superstitions. Shalimar and Brennan walked around the market place, listening to the stories that the adults were telling the kids. But one woman caught their attention so they sat down and listened. The woman was an older woman, with iron gray hair, a face of laughter and kindness, rosy cheeks, and a captivating voice. The children around her didn't fidget, in truth they didn't even move as she told her story. The old woman eyes met Brennan's as she started a new story. One that sounded like it was just for him and Shalimar.
" There is a story of a fairy queen who came only out of her hiding place at night, when only the moon could guide her steps. A spell was cast on her and she was cursed to take the form of a white bird during the day. One night the lonely queen went walking in the moonlight when she found a wounded wolf at the base of the cliffs. He had eyes of emerald green that watched her carefully, but her heart couldn't resist helping and overcame any fear. She tended to him, using her art to heal his wounds. From that night on he became her companion, walking the hills with her at night until dawn when she left him with a flutter of white wings and a sorrowful call that came from her broken heart.
One morning, a young, handsome man went hunting in the fields, for he was hungry and had no more than his quiver of arrows and his bow to get him food. Game had been scarce for many days, and on that day, as the others before, the rabbits, deer's and small animals eluded hum until the afternoon when his hunger was great. It was then that he saw a white bird soaring, and thinking only of his hunger, he notched his arrow in his bow and sent it flying as the bird. The bird fell to the ground. She let out a yell, filled with pain and despair that ripped at his heart even as his head reeled from lack of food. He raced to her, and found her watching him with lake blue eyes. His hands began to tremble when he recognized the eyes, and he began to understand. Though he was half starved, he did what little he could to heal the wound that he created and took the bird to the shelter of the cliffs. He built a fire to warms her, and sat guarding her and waiting for sunset.
As the sun dipped, and the night turned to day, she began to change, as did he. So woman became bird and man became wolf, and for one instant they reached for each other. But hand passed through hand, and the change was complete. So it went through the night, with her to feverish and weak to heal herself. And the wolf never left her side, he stayed to warm her with his body and guard her with his life if needed."
Shalimar felt Brennan's hand hold hers and they listened to the rest of the story while gazing into each other's eyes. Reading the emotions that flickered in their depths.
"For two days they did the same, each time they had only that instant to reach for each other and be denied. He never left her side, as man or wolf, and was near to dying himself. Sensing this, she used what little power she had left to give him strength, to save him rather than herself. For the love she felt for him meant more to her than her life. Once again the night turned to dawn, and the change began. Once again they reached for each other, knowing that it was hopeless, and her knowing that she would never see another sunrise. But this time, the sacrifices that they had both made were rewarded. Their hands met and fingers clasped, and they looked at each other, finally man to woman and woman to man. And the first words that were spoken to each other were the words of love he had been a king of a far off land and took the faerie queen as his wife. not once did they spend a single sunset or sunrise apart for the rest of their days."
Shalimar sat stunned as the story touched her heart. She had first realized her love for Brennan when he held her after the GSA had injected her with the poison. He had been angered at eh people and had been willing to risk his life to stop them from hurting her again. He was her wolf, her protector, and her friend. He was her destiny, just as the wolf was the faerie queen's. Shalimar's eyes met the old women's as the understanding eyes winked at her, but then had to answer questions upon questions from the children. Brennan stood up and reached his hands to hers, and like in the story, hands met and fingers clasped. There were no words. Their eyes said it all. He pulled her up and into his arms. From his mouth came words of love before they met hers, pushing all thought except for one away from her. That last thought was shared in both their minds. "Thank you Emma."
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Finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah!!!!!!!!!! I hope you like it!!!!!!!!
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The Story
Ireland is a country surrounded by myths and superstitions. Shalimar and Brennan walked around the market place, listening to the stories that the adults were telling the kids. But one woman caught their attention so they sat down and listened. The woman was an older woman, with iron gray hair, a face of laughter and kindness, rosy cheeks, and a captivating voice. The children around her didn't fidget, in truth they didn't even move as she told her story. The old woman eyes met Brennan's as she started a new story. One that sounded like it was just for him and Shalimar.
" There is a story of a fairy queen who came only out of her hiding place at night, when only the moon could guide her steps. A spell was cast on her and she was cursed to take the form of a white bird during the day. One night the lonely queen went walking in the moonlight when she found a wounded wolf at the base of the cliffs. He had eyes of emerald green that watched her carefully, but her heart couldn't resist helping and overcame any fear. She tended to him, using her art to heal his wounds. From that night on he became her companion, walking the hills with her at night until dawn when she left him with a flutter of white wings and a sorrowful call that came from her broken heart.
One morning, a young, handsome man went hunting in the fields, for he was hungry and had no more than his quiver of arrows and his bow to get him food. Game had been scarce for many days, and on that day, as the others before, the rabbits, deer's and small animals eluded hum until the afternoon when his hunger was great. It was then that he saw a white bird soaring, and thinking only of his hunger, he notched his arrow in his bow and sent it flying as the bird. The bird fell to the ground. She let out a yell, filled with pain and despair that ripped at his heart even as his head reeled from lack of food. He raced to her, and found her watching him with lake blue eyes. His hands began to tremble when he recognized the eyes, and he began to understand. Though he was half starved, he did what little he could to heal the wound that he created and took the bird to the shelter of the cliffs. He built a fire to warms her, and sat guarding her and waiting for sunset.
As the sun dipped, and the night turned to day, she began to change, as did he. So woman became bird and man became wolf, and for one instant they reached for each other. But hand passed through hand, and the change was complete. So it went through the night, with her to feverish and weak to heal herself. And the wolf never left her side, he stayed to warm her with his body and guard her with his life if needed."
Shalimar felt Brennan's hand hold hers and they listened to the rest of the story while gazing into each other's eyes. Reading the emotions that flickered in their depths.
"For two days they did the same, each time they had only that instant to reach for each other and be denied. He never left her side, as man or wolf, and was near to dying himself. Sensing this, she used what little power she had left to give him strength, to save him rather than herself. For the love she felt for him meant more to her than her life. Once again the night turned to dawn, and the change began. Once again they reached for each other, knowing that it was hopeless, and her knowing that she would never see another sunrise. But this time, the sacrifices that they had both made were rewarded. Their hands met and fingers clasped, and they looked at each other, finally man to woman and woman to man. And the first words that were spoken to each other were the words of love he had been a king of a far off land and took the faerie queen as his wife. not once did they spend a single sunset or sunrise apart for the rest of their days."
Shalimar sat stunned as the story touched her heart. She had first realized her love for Brennan when he held her after the GSA had injected her with the poison. He had been angered at eh people and had been willing to risk his life to stop them from hurting her again. He was her wolf, her protector, and her friend. He was her destiny, just as the wolf was the faerie queen's. Shalimar's eyes met the old women's as the understanding eyes winked at her, but then had to answer questions upon questions from the children. Brennan stood up and reached his hands to hers, and like in the story, hands met and fingers clasped. There were no words. Their eyes said it all. He pulled her up and into his arms. From his mouth came words of love before they met hers, pushing all thought except for one away from her. That last thought was shared in both their minds. "Thank you Emma."
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Finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah!!!!!!!!!! I hope you like it!!!!!!!!