Reunited: Part 2 of 4 by adorety ()
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But then the craziest thing to happen in centuries interrupted his thought. His old staff was leaning in an alcove off of the living room. He had brought it back in from the kitchen this morning where he left it the night before, after going on an evening walk with his closest neighbor, who actually lived a mile or so away. The old crystal stone that adorned the top began to glow. And not just glow, but glow with a certain violet blue color that was unique and tied to only one person he ever knew in his life.
Both he and his friend were so startled by the sudden growth of light that they jumped to their feet. The man pushed back his chair and with it the floor lamp, his legs kicking over his small table. His coffee and eventually mug went flying as well, ending up on the floor in a mess. Though that mug would never break due to some special enchantments. Man and dragon both stared in awe at the staff.
He went and grabbed the knotty and enchanted tree limb and stood in the room holding it out. Light emitted in the shape of a cone and formed an undulating circular form of liquid light on the ceiling. Despite himself he could not help but smile. There was only one person who could make the stone glow that way. Her. After a few moments a hand, then an arm and eventually a whole humanoid form of graceful beauty passed through the circle in the ceiling. She stood before him, flesh and blood and wore clothing like he had known from the time when they were at war with one another.
When they first met it was not long before the sparks flew, figuratively and literally. They genuinely loved one another, but in the end they both had different visions of how their worlds should move forward. He had a vision a boy king that could reunite the people of his land and save it from total darkness that could ensue in the wake of all the Romans running back to their own doomed land.
She had a vision of a boy king too, but it was her son, not the bastard of a treacherous warlord who slaughtered many to become a king. She wanted the return of the Fae and the magic her son could wield would help keep the power.
He knew the time of the Fae was over and she did not want to hear it. In the end, however, his plan won. The rift at that time was too insurmountable and soon would get worse over time as she gathered forces under the banner of her son. After nearly three decades and despite a fair rule, she and her son marched forth and fought to claim a throne and a land that no longer wanted the Fae. So, her son died at the hand of her true love’s disciple, but the king, in turn died from her son’s great spear. And thus, an age that might have kept back the darkness if they had both cooperated, instead, fell into the night.
In her rage and grief, she confronted him. He wanted to hold her, and he did, but she could not overcome the loss of her son. So, using her powers she betrayed his empathy sealed him, her true love, into a tree that he could not escape.