Stars Over Llorleya- Chapter 26

Fiction By Anna // 3/2/2009

Chapter the Twenty-sixth

In less than two weeks more than fifty fairies were found. It was remarkable, how they had been there all along, so well-hidden- but so present, so ready to come out an aide someone they had likely never heard of. So ready to gain back their freedom.
Fairies they found often knew the whereabouts of other fairies, who knew the whereabouts of yet more fairies. It became unnecessary for Rayne to do much leading at all. In the next month the warband tripled its size, then continued to double. They could no longer pass inconspicuous through the country- but it no longer mattered. The Llorleyans wanted the fairies. They really did.
There was but one fairy mentioned that was not found. This fairy was not Apria, Tamello’s cousin, who the discovered with the other fairies Parmese and Showvay (old friends of Wynd). But a fairy named Life mentioned a fairy she hadn’t seen for much longer than the fairies had been in hiding. A fairy named Sundark.
This fairy, as Rayne was informed, was named because he had been born on the day of an eclipse. It was a highly literal name, not meant to be symbolic at all. But, as Life said in an uncomfortable voice, perhaps it had become so.
"He was a strange one," she said. "Didn’t talk much, and lived on a bog, though those things in themselves aren’t really bad. But he was arrogant and ambitious and… Well, to be honest," admitted Life quietly, "I’m not sure you’d want him out in the open anyway."
Rayne wondered at this, but said nothing. They made a quick search of his old home, but he was not to be found, and, by the looks of it, had not been there in a very long time. Rayne couldn’t say she was very sorry about it. The very place sent her into a fit of shivering.
There soon came a small but defining incident upon which Rayne made an important but rather ill-timed discovery. Actually, it was less of an incident so much as an occurrence.
They (being Rayne, Tamello, Violet, Bronden, and three fairies named Gavin, Coll, and Sandra) were gathered around a fire one night, and Bronden was talking. Usually in groups, Bronden retreated into silence, but tonight he opened up and was telling stories, to the occasional strum of Tamello’s guitar.
Rayne was studying his face in the firelight, listening not so much to the tale as to the rise and fall of his voice, when it occurred to her. I’m in love with him, she thought. It didn’t register fully until she thought it again. I’m in love with him.
She rose slowly, and, trance-like, walked away from the fire. Someone called after her, but she paid no heed. Huddling and the base of a tree with her arms around her knees, she thought it over.
It was completely impossible. Bron was likely over two centuries old, give or take several decades. He was a fairy. He would never… And beyond that, he was distant and quiet… and intelligent and courageous and strong and- underneath the shell he sometimes wore- he was absolutely wonderful. There was no longer any question of pitying him- he was above pity.
Yes, it was impossible. But it was true. Rayne was in love with a fairy. With Bron.
A flute played a haunting tune in the night. Above the dark treetops, a crescent moon glowed in the velvet sky. But below the trees, a troupe of figures, both silent and laughing, sorrowful and merry, beautiful and frightening, walked slowly on the shadowy woodland path. A faint glimmer hung about their feet, hair, and white raiment, like stardust falling from their wings.
The music they played was as they were- ethereal, somehow sad, joyful, and strangely chilling, all at once.
As the flute’s music went on, the scene changed. Instead of dark trees, the figures were now under a bright green canopy of trees, with hazy sunlight streaming down. They laughed and danced and flew and sang and played. The group was one and the came as the one that walked under the moon.
Apart from these golden, laughing fairies sat another, a very young one. He looked barely sixteen, which is no more than a child in fairy years. His green wings sand a melody all their own. A lady-fairy, fair and golden and clad in a silvery-white hooded cloak, sat by and caressed him tenderly. She gently played a light tune on a guitar, and the boy laughed and sang with her. Near them sat another young fairy, with honey-colored hair and peach-colored wings, and the two had a resemblance that suggested relation to each other.
Suddenly the scenes began switching back and forth. They saw swords enter the merry dance. The moonlit travels flickered in and out. The haunting music went on and on. Screams shattered the merriment, but nothing would or could disturb the music.
They saw the white lady rush the little green-winged boy and honey-haired girl into the forest. Tears pouring down her face, the lady kissed her son, pressing him against her. Then she told to flee, to run for his life and hide himself until it was over.
Hiding in a tree, unwilling to leave their family and friends, the young male saw everything while the female fainted. The young one could not tear his eyes away. He saw the destruction of the fairy camp. He saw his father fall, protecting his mother. Then he watched his mother violently slain. One by one his kinsfolk and friends fell to those terrible swords. What had they, a roving fairy troupe, done to deserve it? Played music. Played music and danced among the trees.
The scene flickered back and forth to the dark-night path, cutting what came next into jagged segments.
The flute played on.
The little fairy flew down, leaving his cousin in the tree. He wept, kneeling in the midst of his fallen people. He stroked the long neck of a mandolin smashed beyond recognition, and his fingers traced harp-strings that would never play again.
He pulled the guitar out of the rubble and clutched it to him. It was only a little bit damaged.
He looked around him through tear-glazed eyes at the death around him. So many dead friends and family lay there, never to get up.
He raised his head to the darkening sky, and screamed. Then he faded into swirling darkness.
On opposite ends of Llorleya, Tamello and Aria woke simultaneously in the middle of the night. Aria’s eyes burned. Beads of sweat materialized on Tam’s forehead. They had shared a vision.
Tamello stood quietly and picked up his instrument. He gently played a soothing tune on it, and began to lull himself to sleep. But all the while the haunting, ethereal melody of the flute in the vision floated through his mind.
Aria and her army were nearly in reach of Torlith’s castle. Aria stood on the crest of a hill, and she could see it there- blotting out part of the evening sunlight. She sighed. "We’re not ready yet, can’t you see?" she whispered to herself. "Please, sun, set slower. Give Rayne more time."
It was then that a group of people came to join her on the hill. This was Raphael, Noonstar, Gilligan, Peter, and Loth. She looked at them silently as they seated themselves on the grass, and she copied their motions, waiting to hear what they would say- for by the troubled looks on their faces, they had something on their minds.
Raphael started.
"I’m sorry, Aria, but we can’t wait for Rayne and the fairies any longer- if she’s found any at all," said the star gravely. He crossed his arms over his chest.
Aria’s eyes closed. Sorrow filled her, but she accepted the words. "I know. It has been on my own mind as well. We need a battle plan." She sighed. "We must first allow Torlith the option of surrender," she said, her face hardening. "I do not think he will accept it, but we must try- we shall be noble, if he is not.
Noonstar nodded approvingly at his granddaughter. "Spoken as a true queen."
Aria turned a sad smile to him. "That is the least I can hope to be for my people," she said, looking around at those around her.
Gilligan put an arm around her shoulder. "You are that and more," he whispered into her hear.
She smiled, blushing. Peter, who had said nothing but was listening to all, smiled (he liked his foster daughter’s fiancé.)
"My heart’s wish is to wait longer, but as it is," Aria continued, "I would have the army prepare to face Torlith alone."
Loth spoke. "I fear some may be discouraged at facing this- this menace you say Wynd spoke of- without the fairies."
"I know," said Aria. Sounding just a bit sharper than she meant to, she said, "What do you suggest I do about that?"
Loth looked back coolly. "Encourage them. Stir their desire for freedom."
A small, mirthless smile played on Aria’s mouth. "I’m afraid you are much better suited to that, Loth, my friend."
Loth copied her smile. "I can teach you some pointers."
Raphael put a brisk end to this exchange. "The fact is, Loth is right. We stars will fight valiantly, fairies or no, but I cannot pretend that even I do not wish they were here. And what about after Torlith refuses surrender, as we all know he will? Aria, you may have to give a speech."
"Then I will," she said resolutely. "Loth, what were those pointers you were talking about?"
Under the wide, pale blue sky of morning, Aria stood before her army. Though a large assembly, everyone was silent, and Aria could hear the last birds of autumn singing in the distance. The lovely sound fell on her ear, but it held no meaning for her. Today she must pour herself into the encouragement of her people, as a queen must, and she had no energy to spare for delight in birdsong. Not yet.
Who knew hope could be such a hard, determined, tiring thing? Aria thought.
A year, maybe even half a year ago, Aria knew she would have been shaking like a leaf in a gale to be standing there. But she had changed since then. She had found many things she had once though lost forever. Her dreams were in reach. She had seen wonders that were almost impossible to imagine. Now, neither Torlith nor being a queen had any power to frighten her. She did not tremble.
Afterwards, she was never able to recall what she had said. She could only remember her voice gliding over the crowd, as if borne on the wings of the wind. She remembered a ripple of hope, like sunlight, spreading across the faces of her people, but she couldn’t recall what she had said to make it happen. She was to wish she could remember, for soon she would need that hope more than ever.
Only one thing she could hear herself saying. It was, "Don’t be afraid. We are standing together, and we can win Llorleya’s freedom."
The Llorleyans were assembled around Torlith’s castle. Though many wished to immediately began a siege, or dare Torlith into the open, Aria still insisted they try to talk to him. No one thought it would do any good.
Torlith did obey them so far as to come out and stand on a balcony with some soldiers. But without waiting for Aria to speak, he signaled to the man at his right side. The man held up a tightly rolled paper. With a flourish of his arm, he unfurled it as though it were an enchanted flag.
"The terms of surrender," he said in a bored, droning voice that did not match the malicious expression on his face, "are as follows:
"One: The Llorleyans will surrender Aria, who calls herself Queen, to Torlith." (He did not say explicitly "to be put to death", but everyone knew the truth of it.)
"Two: They are to lay down their weapons and come peacefully. Any found resisting King Torlith’s army will be killed.
"Three: The Elves, who have allied themselves so unfortunately with Aria, are likewise to surrender. As punishment for joining his enemies, King Torlith claims a… small portion… of their land. Again, any found resisting will be killed.
"Finally, King Torlith demands nothing less than complete fealty from those who are not killed. Swear this, and he will let them live with only small payment for their crimes.
"These are the terms of surrender set by Torlith, King of Llorleya."
The man finished and let the paper snap back into a tube.
Shouts of rage broke out from the murmurs that had been circulating. Aria called clearly and calmly, "We do not accept the terms! But perhaps you would wish to surrender?"
Torlith did not answer, just stared down at them. "Perhaps the people of Llorleya would like to know what kind of queen"- the word spoken scathingly- "they have chosen to follow," he said. He raised his voice, and his leering smile made them sick.
"You follow a coward! When your country was liberated by myself and her family overthrown, your princess hid. For years she blended in among you and let you all suffer and sorrow without lifting a finger. And when she did lower herself to come to me, she still did nothing until I figured out her identity! And what did she do then? Run again and abandon you all! If the elves hadn’t found her, you would still be abandoned. Is that the queen you want?"
Aria, back ramrod-straight, held her head high, refusing to lower herself and be cowed by Torlith’s accusations. And when he had finished, her mask of solemnity broke.
"Torlith, your insinuations do not stand," she said, suddenly laughing. "Everyone here knows how I have ceaselessly fought for Llorleya, or how all I did I did in preparation for the moment when I would get this chance for her freedom- yes, even hiding for the time when I was too young to fight. This loyalty and trustworthiness can be shown for anyone in this crowd," she said, waving her arm to the people. "They have also not forgotten that it was you who put us in bondage in the first place. I have lived among my people for years now. I have suffered and celebrated with them, and now I will fight alongside them."
Cheers rose from the army.
"I say again, Torlith- We do not accept your terms of surrender."
"For Llorleya!" cried a shout of many voices.
But Torlith had not finished. "Then I have something to show you," he called, signaling to one of his men. Then came a sight that made Raphael start forward with a murderous fire in his eyes, and only Tyri clamping his huge hands on the other star’s shoulder could keep Raphael from flying upward in a fury. For, being led out on an iron collar and chain, was Wynd.



Not Wynd! Torlith - what a snake.

Ezra | Mon, 03/02/2009

"There are no great men of God. There are only pitiful, sorry men whose God is great beyond measure." - Paul Washer [originally Jonathan Edwards]


This story just keeps getting better and better, Anna. I can barely wait to see what you have planned :)

"I'm a dishonest man, and a dishonest man you can always count on being dishonest, it's the honest ones you have to watch"
-Jack Sparrow

marie (not verified) | Mon, 03/02/2009


Anna, I swear, if Wynd dies I WILL come after you with a pitchfork (hearkening back to chapter 6)!
..........Not really..... :0 But I will be highly upset.
So....what's this about Sundark? Interesting name, makes me wonder about him. Can't wait to figure out where he fits into the story! Good chapter, I'm on the edge of my seat!
And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

Heather | Mon, 03/02/2009

And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

Oh, poor Wynd. :( It's a

Oh, poor Wynd. :( It's a good twist on the story, though. :) More pulease!!!!!

Sarah | Mon, 03/02/2009

"Sometimes even to live is courage."

Blogging away!

Sundark, eh?

Ditto on Wynd. She'd better not die.
And I bet I know what happened to Sundark. I won't say anything, though.

James | Tue, 03/03/2009

"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

Ezra: Snake. I like that

Ezra: Snake. I like that comparison. Have I used it before?
Marie and Sarah: Thanks!
Heather: Please, not the pitchfork! I thought we were past that! lol. :) Sundark. I like saying it to myself in an evil, conspiratol tone. Sundark...
James: I bet you don't. :) I almost guarantee you don't.
In this sinful world there is no such thing as "peace" unless someone strong enough is willing to protect and defend it. -Norm Bomer, God's World News

Anna | Tue, 03/03/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Well, how did that happen?

Well, how did that happen? Poor Wynd. Soooooo, do the Stars have any other powers besides flying and visions and the things already mentioned? Because, I was wondering, will Aria find a new victory winning power? And why are the Stars not flying up to kill Torlith? Is it because they'll get shot or because they don't want to reveal that they are Stars yet. Or is that already known by Torlith? Just a FEW question.

Great chapter, BY the way.

The Brit | Tue, 03/03/2009

Heh heh heh.

I bet I do. *Grins Wickedly* I almost guarantee I do. But I don't want to post my guess as a comment, because that would spoil it.

James | Wed, 03/04/2009

"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

Brit: Not that I know of...

Brit: Not that I know of... As for the stars flying up to kill Torlith, they probably WOULD be killed, and besides that it's not honorable to kill the enemy until he's refused to surrender.
In this sinful world there is no such thing as "peace" unless someone strong enough is willing to protect and defend it. -Norm Bomer, God's World News

Anna | Wed, 03/04/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Ohhhhhhh...... Don't you


Don't you dare kill Wynd.
"Elves and Dragons! Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trouble too big for you." — Hamfast Gamgee (the Gaffer)

Clare Marie | Wed, 03/04/2009

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Ha... Who's story?

Ha... Who's story? :D

My work here is done.

Anna | Wed, 03/04/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

:D lol Okay, fine, let me

:D lol

Okay, fine, let me put it another way...PLEASE don't kill Wynd.
"Elves and Dragons! Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trouble too big for you." — Hamfast Gamgee (the Gaffer)

Clare Marie | Wed, 03/04/2009

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]


That was great Anna!:)
from Rosie (James's and Ezra's sister.)

Anonymous | Wed, 03/04/2009

oh no!

Not Wynd! pleeeaaasse don't hurt Wynd! name. I believe I know where he is...or at least what he's up to.

Like the part about Peter liking "his foster-daughter's fiance". :)


"We never need to be economical in our imaginations, thank heaven."
-Anne Blythe, "Anne of Ingleside"

KatieSara | Mon, 03/09/2009


"Are all humans like this? So much bigger on the inside?"


I knew it, I knew it! I knew that Rayne was in love with Bron! I knew it from the very beggining! But, enough with all the exclamation points! Poor Wynd, she better be set free, or else!

Kendra | Tue, 03/17/2009

"Are you sure this water is sanitary? It looks questionable to me! But what about bacteria?"--Tantor the elephant from Tarzan.

I like it!!!!! *evil grin

I like it!!!!! *evil grin and laugh* Now that I'm caught up, you need to post another chapter.

By the way this is Alecia, I forgot to sign in. my apollogies.

Anonymous | Mon, 03/23/2009

Hey, are you going to put up

Hey, are you going to put up another chapter? It's been a long time since you put one up. We need to know what happens to Wynd!

"It's not who you are underneath, but what you do that defines you." from Batman Begins

The Brit | Tue, 03/24/2009

It's coming! I just wanted

It's coming! I just wanted to wrap up Brey first.
My work here is done.

Anna | Tue, 03/24/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

I haven't commented on this

I haven't commented on this story yet, because I knew you probably don't read comments on older chapters. At first when I started reading, it didn't interest me very much, but after finishing Brey (which I like very much, by the way), I decided to go back and re read SOL. You definately have talent, both for thinking of original ideas, and also keeping me in suspense. Some of your chapters have left me breathless, wondering what will happen next! So, all this was meant to say, Please post more soon!

Laura Elizabeth | Sat, 03/28/2009

The best stories are those that are focused, unassuming, and self-confident enough to trust the reader to figure things out. --

Oh, I read old comments, I

Oh, I read old comments, I just don't reply to them...
Thanks for taking the time to give SOL another chance! I know it got off to a slow start- back when I had no idea what I was writing!
My work here is done.

Anna | Mon, 03/30/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Aww!!!! Wynd!!!! She'd

Aww!!!! Wynd!!!! She'd better be okay *glares
And go Rayne!

This comment was made by Erin!

"Never, never give up. Unless you get really tired." -Ellen Degenres

Erin | Thu, 04/09/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

I was just reading along,

I was just reading along, happily, and all of a sudden, Wynd comes along in a collar! Are you nuts? I am really beginning to like this story!

"Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway." - John Wayne

Bridget | Mon, 04/20/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya