Iraella and Baeddan: Chapter the Twenty-Fifth

Fiction By Erin // 7/25/2009

Wow, I don't really like this anymore. Nothing is tying together!! But I'll finish it, then begin on my *super hero voice* SECOND DRAFT!!!!! I have a whole new storyline planned, and I can't wait!

 
 
 
Chapter the Twenty-Fifth
 
 
            Nasia began to stir. She was lying on hard, paved ground, and her head hurt immensely. She heard shouts close by. She sat up quickly, trying to ignore the intense pounding of her head.
            There were three young men. One that looked completely lost, staring up at the sky, and two that were running and yelling frantically. “No, Nasia, they weren’t what you saw,” she thought.
            “All of you!” Nasia called to them. The two that had been so frantic whirled around to face her, the tallest of them looking stupidly dumbstruck, while the other sandy haired one looked politely bewildered. The one that had been standing slowly turned around, and Nasia gasped. His eyes looked as if someone had thrown a ball onto a window and broken the glass. He stared blankly forward before muttering, “Nasia.”
            “You—er—feeling alright?” the tall boy asked.            
            Nasia nodded, standing and gasping, grasping her head. The shortest of the three rushed forward and steadied her.
            “Let go, if you will! I feel fine,” Nasia said defiantly. Looking mildly surprised, he backed away.
            “What was just happening?” Nasia demanded.
            “The Zerhze took my friend away,” said the blind one.
            “The…..The Zerhze?” Nasia gulped. For the first time, she noticed three other unconscious bodies. One was a dark haired woman, one was a tall, balding man, and the next was a petite, plump looking strawberry blonde.
            “Yes, do you know anything of them?” said the tall one.
            “All of the fairies do,” Nasia said quietly. “They found me, and that is all I remember. I assume you found my body?”
            The sandy—haired boy nodded.
            “Well?” said Nasia curtly “What are your names?”
            “I am Mabon,” said the tall, dark haired boy. “And this is Barden and Baeddan,” he gestured to the short boy and the blind one.
            Nasia nodded rather sharper than she usually would have, looking around at the three sad faces.
            “Are we going or not?” said Baeddan, who then glared around to nothing in particular, obviously hoping it was whoever he meant to glare at
            “How, though?” voiced Mabon.
            “Water travel, correct?” Baeddan said, appearing confused.
            “No, it would take too long.”
            Then they all (excluding Baeddan) turned their faces towards Nasia. She glared at them. “I can’t carry all of your weight! Besides,” she gestured to her bent wing. “I cannot fly with this. I wouldn’t go to the Zerhze’s hideout anyway.”
            They let out heaving sighs. Nasia saw a contemplating look on Barden’s face, utter hopelessness on Mabon’s as he sat down and a closed, emotionless expression Baeddan’s.
            “This is horrible,” Nasia thought sadly. Then it came to her. “Stop looking so glum! I know what to do!” she cried excitedly, her eyes alight. She called out to the sky in a bizarre tongue, Fetna, the fairy language that they used to interact with each other (though they could pick up any language they wanted within two minutes), still kicking herself for not thinking of this at first.
            “Abbelant ka j`tealt pepajii fsura,” said Nasia in a loud, bell like voice. She went quiet, but her voice still rang through the air. She looked over to the threesome, grinning at their utterly bewildered expressions.
            “I told my clan to come,” Nasia explained giddily. “They will help.” Nasia caught a flicker of a smile on Baeddan’s face, and Mabon and Barden were positively beaming.
            “Wha’ will we do with these three?” Mabon asked, gesturing subtly to the three humans lying on the ground.
            “Are these their houses, down this street?” asked Nasia.
            Barden nodded. “Right, Baeddan?”
            Baeddan nodded too. “I guess so,” he said in a harder voice than before.
            They walked along down the street, Nasia keeping a light hand on Baeddan’s forearm, though he seemed to be moving along quite well.
            There were only a few houses, despite the street being long. Most were small cottages, set far back from the road with cattle in the front yard. As they reached the end of the street, Nasia heard a moan. She jumped and whirled behind her to where Mabon and Barden carried (or dragged) the people.
            The dark-haired woman moaned again, bleary eyes looking up at Barden, who stared back down at her. Then she screamed. Startled, Barden dropped the woman, who scurried away, staring with terrified eyes at all of them.
            Then, her fear seemed to melt when her eyes rested on Baeddan. “B-Baeddan? What is going on? What happened to your eyes?” The woman stood, a small hand outstretched, and felt along his face.
            She looked around more, releasing Baeddan’s face. “Where’s Iraella?” she said in a high, panicky voice. She whirled on Baeddan. “Where’s Iraella?” she cried frantically.
            “They took her,” said Baeddan.
            “Those things?” whispered the woman fearfully, her hands going to her mouth. Baeddan nodded.
            “Oh, I knew I shouldn’t have let her go!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks, her face in her hands. She seemed not to have noticed anything abnormal about Nasia and her wings.
            “Come, now. What is your name?” Nasia asked kindly, placing a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder.
            “S-Silera,” she sobbed.
            “Silera. Alright now, let’s bring you and your husband back to your home. We will find Iraella for you,” said Nasia.
            Silera’s head shot up, and she glared at Nasia. “I’m not going to just sit here!” she said, wiping away tears. “That’s my daughter! And you have no--” her eyes widened, resting on Nasia’s wings. “Y—you’re a fairy?”
            “Yes, yes, but that isn’t the point!” said Nasia impatiently. “This is for us-” she gestured to herself and the three boys, “to sort out. I assure you, I even have my clan coming to join us! We will recover your daughter faster without you.”
            “I’m coming,” said Silera stubbornly, folding her arms and giving Nasia an intense glare.
            The fairy and woman stared intensely at each other for a few more minutes, until finally Nasia gave in. “You can come,” she sighed. “But don’t get in our way,” she added coldly, turning away.     
            Silera nodded, as if that were what she expected the whole time, and walked towards a large farmhouse, the others trailing behind her.
           
 
            As they walked in the hall, Baeddan thought it felt familiar. He knew the place well. He looked at blackness to his left once they had entered the family room, and pictured the worn blue sofa where Eamon had first rested Iraella’s body, that night that everything changed. Even if he couldn’t see it, Baeddan looked away. It hurt too much.
            He stopped, but only because Nasia’s gentle arm squeezed his. He heard Silera opening her herb stores in the corner, and heard her clear voice telling Mabon and Barden to set Calida and Eamon on the sofas.
            A few moments later, Silera announced that Calida and Eamon should be revived in a few minutes, and that she was going to grab her sword and some food.
            “Oh, you won’t need food,” said Nasia offhandedly.
            “Why?” asked Silera, sounding bewildered.
            “Because my clan should be here any moment now, and they will have enough for everyone,” replied Nasia.
            Baeddan heard Silera’s footsteps descending down the back hall that led to the bedrooms, and then heard her coming back.
            “I have only one sword……Or, I should say, I only have my husbands sword. I figure they could stay here, for they look worse than I do,” said Silera uncharacteristically bossily.
            “Er—alright,” said Nasia, seeming surprised that Silera was taking such charge of the situation. Baeddan figured that she had assumed that she would be leading the mission.
            “Shouldn’t someone stay behind to care for them?” asked Baeddan suddenly.
            There was a rather startled silence.
            “Maybe someone from my clan can stay back,” said Nasia uncertainly.
            “Mmmm,” said someone, and Baeddan wasn’t quite sure until Nasia cried “Abhay!” Baeddan felt a rush of air and felt sure that Nasia had just leapt to her friend.
            “Abhay, who can stay back with the humans?” Nasia asked, still sounding very happy.
            “Kaethe?” asked the deep, rich man’s voice.
            “Yes, of course,” said a slightly disappointed sounding female voice. As Baeddan felt her pass, he could’ve sworn she was looking at him.
            “The boy, the one with those eyes,” said Kaethe, as though Baeddan weren’t there. “Is he blind?”
            “Yes,” said Barden’s voice.
            “I can help. He may be able to see a little, or he may not, but it may be better,” said Kaethe. Baeddan’s heart leapt to his throat. Just for it to be better…….
            He felt Kaethe coming closer, felt her hands cover his eyes, heard her whisper some sort of incantation, then he felt something cold and that smelled of peppermint over his eyes, but that was only brief.
            Baeddan felt Kaethe remove her eyes, and the ground seemed to vibrate softly when she took a step back. Baeddan blinked. It looked as black as ever, but he could still feel all the eyes on him, and could suddenly feel the fairy clan of ten off to his left.
            “Can you see?” asked Silera.
            “I can feel,” said Baeddan, a slow grin spreading across his face.
            He knew Silera looked bewildered. “I can feel everybody breathing,” he said. It was bizarre, but he wasn’t helpless any longer. He felt amazing.

Comments

YOU'RE GOING TO REWRITE IT?!?

YOU'RE GOING TO REWRITE IT?!?!?!?! Why? It seems so good now! Anywho, this chapter is pretty good...I never would have thought of the feeling instead of seeing thing. Very original :D

Ariel | Sun, 07/26/2009

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"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Thanks! Yes, I will re-write

Thanks! Yes, I will re-write it, but I promise I will finish this one!

Erin | Sun, 07/26/2009

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

wow.

That's a really neat idea-feeling not seeing. :D

Don't re-write it! Just tie it all together!! I do like this story line.

Sarah | Mon, 07/27/2009

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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Heeeey, finally!  (What took

Heeeey, finally!  (What took ya so long?)  I wouldn't really rewrite it much; it's pretty good now, I think.  And yeah, (not to copy what everybody else is saying) the feeling idea rocks.

Bridget | Mon, 07/27/2009

"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

Don't rewrite it!  It's

Don't rewrite it!  It's lovely as it is.  Just keep on plowing away and eventually you will get inspiration.  Besides, even if you give it a dopey ending, or an ending you're not satisfied with, you can always tweak here and there. 

On a side note...YAY FOR BAEDDAN!!!

Clare Marie | Tue, 07/28/2009

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"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]

Sarah: Thanks :-) Bridget:

Sarah: Thanks :-)

Bridget: Well, when I said I didn't like it, I meant I'm painfully irritated that I keep on forgetting minor characters! I'll try and get this one better towards the end.

Clare: Thank you! I'll try :-)

Erin | Tue, 07/28/2009

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

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