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A Faerie Tale
by:LazuliMemoryStar@juno.com
Chapter One
Mamoru rememberd that fateful day, so many decades ago when the Forest Slyph Clan had been attacked by the humans...children ripped from their homes, young girls raped by the humans who dared to slaughter their mothers and fathers in front of their eyes. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories, but alas, they would never leave him.
~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
Mamoru stared in terror as he felt the land tremble in warning, and the sharp whistling of the wind telling him, and others of his clan of the impending danger...the humans that were overstepping their borders, humans who were hungry to burn and destroy all that was not in their world, with their ways. Somehow their beliefs drove them off of their safe paths, into the timeless realm of the Forest Folk, into the very borders of the Forest Slyph Clan. He knew that they couldn't escape. The forest could rip itself apart trying to destroy the intruders, but it knew, too, that the fight would be futile aganist men with iron and fire, who saw themselves as angels of mercy to bring these heathen faerie breathen to the hands of God.
Mamoru crept silently about, trying to escape the hands of this warriors, these tall men who had only hatred on their mind as the small scattering of homes were burned. The treetop dwellings were untouched. Man could not reach there...only those born to the Wind Clan could reach those sacred homes. He wondered if anybody would escape the destruction, and he sent a silent prayer to the Wind Goddess, before he was taken by the intruders that at least one of his Clan would remain unharmed in the Forest. That one would not be slaughtered, or taken to the world of Man to be forced into their ways of life.
He himself was not spared--at least he was not killed like he saw his parents being killed. They had dragged him to his knees as he watched their lives being taken.
"Look closely, little boy. This is the end of your life as a heathen! Thank God we saved you! Come now, no tears! These people were agents of the Devil, and we have saved you. We will take you to a good home." He knew to struggle now was futile. He vowed though, that one day he would make it back to the Forest world, back to his roots, back to his life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mamoru opened his eyes, welcoming back the sweet scent of the Forest. He had lived in that horrible excuse for a home for several decades. He couldn't force himself to grow at the rate of these...humans...so he waited until he was about seventeen years in human counting, before he stole off into his own land, the home that called for him, day and night. He remembered when he first had arrived in the human lands, terrified of these human people, who thought he was nothing more than a boy of ten years. He almost laughed silly at that. Ten years! Barely out of the cradle, he would have been, at ten years!! Ah, he had forgotten how old he really was. Time in his land meant nothing. The turning of the seasons, one day always falling directly into the next, without a worry about keeping the time, struggling over time passing, for it would pass with or without their acknowledgement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Boy! What is your name? Can you speak our tounge, boy?" A tall man was leaning over him, his face fierce with anger. Mamoru only snorted in contempt. "'Course I can speak your language, human. 'Tis simple to speak and understand." He said this with all the contempt that had been aimed toward him, as if *he* was the simpleton, and not they.
The man's face darkened more with anger, but he held it in, trying to rein in his temper. "I see. Please, then, child, tell us your name." Mamoru sighed. He gave up trying to tell him that he was not a child, not by their age standards. "The name, good sir, is Mamoru." He said, and smiled at the outraged looks on their faces.
"Mamoru?! What type of heathenish name is Mamoru? What does it mean?" The man with the red face leaned in close again, and Mamoru tried not to flinch at the iron that was worn around his neck. It would not harm him, it was just the thought of the white-hot iron could do to him, as he had heard about in tales.
"Protector." The man with iron laughed. "We will let you keep your name, then..Mamoru. Just keep in mind that you are no longer one of *them*. You are now one of us, and you will obey our rules and pray to our God."
Mamoru consented in words only, but his mind and soul were firmly made up to go back to his home, and there he would reclaim the land, and his home.
~~~~~~end flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mamoru walked slowly through the Forest, trying to find that source of his clan again, the leader of the Slyph Clan, but it seemed that she had blocked off her ties at the moment, so that he could not follow her with those. There was one thing that he wondered at. There was a silver light tied to his own, intertwined delicately into the strands of his own life, and his ties to the Forest. Could it be that girl? He didn't wait to question his feelings, but fairly flew through the Forest, hoping to find the girl.
Usagi woke up, wondering what was different in her room. It was like their was another presence there, calling out to her to come out, to see something. Almost aganist her will she climbed out of bed, to feel the fresh breeze on her flushed cheeks. She knew there was someone out there..tied to her...but how? She opened up that sense, opened it up fully, asking the wind to bring that one to her, to guide his feet toward her home, to have the wind bear him *how was she sure it was a he?* up to her side.
She closed her eyes and flung herself out to the far reaches of her land, and was met with a presence that shocked her to her core. This presence, this person was part of her Clan, she was sure of it! She felt the tie to her, and to the Earth and the Wind of her clan. She almost cried with joy that she was regaining that lost part of her. Perhaps he could tell her what had happened. Why she was here alone, the only one left of her clan. She waited patiently for him to come.
Mamoru walked slowly through the forest, the Wind tugging at his clothing, seeming to lead him to *her* that girl whose lifeforce was now with his own. He smiled, for the first times in ages, with real happiness. It was soon ended though, when he felt the point of a knife being held to the skin underneath his throat. He knew that it had to be one of the other Clans, and he wondered if it had been the attack on the Slyphs that had made them so hostile. He opened his mouth to explain, but it was not to happen, for soon the music of Sleep overtook him, and he fell helpless into the Dreamer Clan's arms.
Usagi felt sleep beckoning to her, but she fought it off. She knew it had to do with him. That one...she shivered, and sent out her senses to bring him back, so that he would not be prey to the enemies hatred. She felt herself slipping over the edge of herself into him, then gave up the fight. She totally merged herself with this stranger at that point, feeling and seeing everything that was about to happen to him.
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A Faerie Tale
by:LazuliMemoryStar@juno.com
Chapter One
Mamoru rememberd that fateful day, so many decades ago when the Forest Slyph Clan had been attacked by the humans...children ripped from their homes, young girls raped by the humans who dared to slaughter their mothers and fathers in front of their eyes. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories, but alas, they would never leave him.
~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
Mamoru stared in terror as he felt the land tremble in warning, and the sharp whistling of the wind telling him, and others of his clan of the impending danger...the humans that were overstepping their borders, humans who were hungry to burn and destroy all that was not in their world, with their ways. Somehow their beliefs drove them off of their safe paths, into the timeless realm of the Forest Folk, into the very borders of the Forest Slyph Clan. He knew that they couldn't escape. The forest could rip itself apart trying to destroy the intruders, but it knew, too, that the fight would be futile aganist men with iron and fire, who saw themselves as angels of mercy to bring these heathen faerie breathen to the hands of God.
Mamoru crept silently about, trying to escape the hands of this warriors, these tall men who had only hatred on their mind as the small scattering of homes were burned. The treetop dwellings were untouched. Man could not reach there...only those born to the Wind Clan could reach those sacred homes. He wondered if anybody would escape the destruction, and he sent a silent prayer to the Wind Goddess, before he was taken by the intruders that at least one of his Clan would remain unharmed in the Forest. That one would not be slaughtered, or taken to the world of Man to be forced into their ways of life.
He himself was not spared--at least he was not killed like he saw his parents being killed. They had dragged him to his knees as he watched their lives being taken.
"Look closely, little boy. This is the end of your life as a heathen! Thank God we saved you! Come now, no tears! These people were agents of the Devil, and we have saved you. We will take you to a good home." He knew to struggle now was futile. He vowed though, that one day he would make it back to the Forest world, back to his roots, back to his life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mamoru opened his eyes, welcoming back the sweet scent of the Forest. He had lived in that horrible excuse for a home for several decades. He couldn't force himself to grow at the rate of these...humans...so he waited until he was about seventeen years in human counting, before he stole off into his own land, the home that called for him, day and night. He remembered when he first had arrived in the human lands, terrified of these human people, who thought he was nothing more than a boy of ten years. He almost laughed silly at that. Ten years! Barely out of the cradle, he would have been, at ten years!! Ah, he had forgotten how old he really was. Time in his land meant nothing. The turning of the seasons, one day always falling directly into the next, without a worry about keeping the time, struggling over time passing, for it would pass with or without their acknowledgement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Boy! What is your name? Can you speak our tounge, boy?" A tall man was leaning over him, his face fierce with anger. Mamoru only snorted in contempt. "'Course I can speak your language, human. 'Tis simple to speak and understand." He said this with all the contempt that had been aimed toward him, as if *he* was the simpleton, and not they.
The man's face darkened more with anger, but he held it in, trying to rein in his temper. "I see. Please, then, child, tell us your name." Mamoru sighed. He gave up trying to tell him that he was not a child, not by their age standards. "The name, good sir, is Mamoru." He said, and smiled at the outraged looks on their faces.
"Mamoru?! What type of heathenish name is Mamoru? What does it mean?" The man with the red face leaned in close again, and Mamoru tried not to flinch at the iron that was worn around his neck. It would not harm him, it was just the thought of the white-hot iron could do to him, as he had heard about in tales.
"Protector." The man with iron laughed. "We will let you keep your name, then..Mamoru. Just keep in mind that you are no longer one of *them*. You are now one of us, and you will obey our rules and pray to our God."
Mamoru consented in words only, but his mind and soul were firmly made up to go back to his home, and there he would reclaim the land, and his home.
~~~~~~end flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mamoru walked slowly through the Forest, trying to find that source of his clan again, the leader of the Slyph Clan, but it seemed that she had blocked off her ties at the moment, so that he could not follow her with those. There was one thing that he wondered at. There was a silver light tied to his own, intertwined delicately into the strands of his own life, and his ties to the Forest. Could it be that girl? He didn't wait to question his feelings, but fairly flew through the Forest, hoping to find the girl.
Usagi woke up, wondering what was different in her room. It was like their was another presence there, calling out to her to come out, to see something. Almost aganist her will she climbed out of bed, to feel the fresh breeze on her flushed cheeks. She knew there was someone out there..tied to her...but how? She opened up that sense, opened it up fully, asking the wind to bring that one to her, to guide his feet toward her home, to have the wind bear him *how was she sure it was a he?* up to her side.
She closed her eyes and flung herself out to the far reaches of her land, and was met with a presence that shocked her to her core. This presence, this person was part of her Clan, she was sure of it! She felt the tie to her, and to the Earth and the Wind of her clan. She almost cried with joy that she was regaining that lost part of her. Perhaps he could tell her what had happened. Why she was here alone, the only one left of her clan. She waited patiently for him to come.
Mamoru walked slowly through the forest, the Wind tugging at his clothing, seeming to lead him to *her* that girl whose lifeforce was now with his own. He smiled, for the first times in ages, with real happiness. It was soon ended though, when he felt the point of a knife being held to the skin underneath his throat. He knew that it had to be one of the other Clans, and he wondered if it had been the attack on the Slyphs that had made them so hostile. He opened his mouth to explain, but it was not to happen, for soon the music of Sleep overtook him, and he fell helpless into the Dreamer Clan's arms.
Usagi felt sleep beckoning to her, but she fought it off. She knew it had to do with him. That one...she shivered, and sent out her senses to bring him back, so that he would not be prey to the enemies hatred. She felt herself slipping over the edge of herself into him, then gave up the fight. She totally merged herself with this stranger at that point, feeling and seeing everything that was about to happen to him.
Okay...do you all like this? *grin* Feedback is a girl's best friend, ya know!!