Na Sidhe Turas {The Faerie Journey]

Starts out in Modern settings and takes you on a wild adventure of Celtic Lore from the Irish!

 Na Sidhe Turas

“Have you ever been anywhere besides West Virginia?” Tristian spoke softly.

            “Yes, but only on the East side of the continent. Why do you ask?” I replied.

            “Well, you don’t seem as though you are from here. Have you ever quite noticed that you have an accent, my dear?”

            “No. It must be from my heritage or something? Do you think that is why I am so different from everyone else Tristian?”

            “No, I think you are the most beautiful women I have ever captured my sight. Yet, to answer your question, I must say it may have something to do with you heritage. I think you are on the right track with that. I don’t think you are different at all, Faelyn. I believe that you just haven’t truly found out the whole truth about yourself,” he spoke fervently.

            “Oh! What do you mean? Is there something you are not telling me Tristian? Do you know something I don’t?”

            “There is much I know, yes; but you must understand this, I cannot tell you. I can only stay here to protect you.”

            “What do you mean?! Am I in danger? What are you not telling me?” I demanded.

            “I must not say. If I do, I fear that all will be lost and nothing saved. You will find out yourself in due time my dear lady. All I ask is that you wear this,” as he pulled out a beautiful silver necklace. This necklace was intertwined with knots and in the centre was a beautiful, yet ancient looking topaz.  “This will keep you safe, and while you are wearing this…I will always be with you.”

            He kissed me goodnight after carefully putting the necklace on my neck. It was so beautiful, but as I turned to thank him properly he had already dissolved into the mist the rain had created earlier that afternoon. That was the last I spoke to Tristian, and to this day I still wear the topaz necklace he gave me that moonlit night so long ago �" or so it seems. I haven’t seen Tristian in three years.  It’s been a long time since that night. I truly thought that I could call myself Mrs. Tristian Edward Cremeans. A sad though it is now, I thought; considering the fact I have not seen him in three years now.

            Sometimes it makes you wonder what truly will happen if fate had her way with it. I simply find myself pondering it all the while. I truly believe everything happens for a reason, that’s the only reason I haven’t taken off the necklace yet. I haven’t bothered it in three years. So may find this silly, but I suppose it would just take some understanding before you make a judgment.

            When I first met Tristian, I was only around seventeen. I always wondered what it would be like to find someone that would love me, or could even remotely tolerate me, I suppose. I was never a girl that could find many men to find me the way I fancied them. Sure I have had many dates and gone out with some, yet I had never found one that quite matched up to what I thought he should. Then a few months after I became eighteen, I ran into Tristian Edward Cremeans. He didn’t seem any different than any of the other boys I had met in the past, but I prayed to the lord that he may be. He came up and started talking to me at one of the church activities that we attended. I suppose that surprised me some, considering that none of the other young men I had ever talked to went to church or thought of attending something like that, just to speak to me.

            We talked numerous times that day. Everyone I spoke with asked me who the nice young man was that came to see me that day was, and all I could think of was Tristian. It’s as if he wanted to haunt me day and night. The reason I mention this, is because after we met that day I started having odd dreams. They were not unpleasant to me, honestly, but they seemed to keep me awake.

 Some, I remember to this day and have never completely left me. There is one dream that bears in my mind more than others. It seems to be a reoccurring dream, the one that you cannot help but keep in your thoughts because of the relevance it is to your life. My dream starts with me walking down the dark, stony path with the moon shining on my face. This brilliant luminance only reminds me of the days past and the family I seem to have long forgotten. As I am walking down this path, I see a young lad coming towards me. Nothing of the ordinary until the fellow decides to fly off. I do not mean running somewhere off in the distance, more as if flying into the land with Peter Pan or into heaven with the angels. I never knew who it was until I overcome the edge of what I had beheld, and turned the corner and saw the young lad there.

He told me to follow him into the park I had known since I was a kid. It seemed odd to be so different with him. It was like I had known him all my life, as if we were a strong bond that was never meant to be torn away. When we arrived in the middle of the park, under the moon light, he gave me something. It was a silver necklace with a beautiful gemstone. As he places in around my slender neckline, he whispered word in the ancient language…

“…il na go sidhe turas beau…”

            He spoke these words, “May the faeries be with you always my Beautiful Falcon. Stand true to your nature and be one with yourself. May the power of Queen Tatiana keep you safe.”

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            My name is Faelyn Maeve O’ Malley. I have been known to be different, I guess I never suspected how different I was until know. As of late life seems to make itself thrown upon me more and more with hardships. It seems so hard to be here now; I suppose it is for the best though. I never have quite fit in here in West Virginia. Soon I will be on a plane for the Cork Province in Ireland. Hopefully once I am there everything will work out better. I have already graduated from high school and have my degree from college, I suppose I am just going to further my studies, find myself and show the world what Faelyn Maeve O’ Malley can do. After all, Ireland is part of my heritage. I’m a deep rooted in the Irish culture…even my name proves my worth.

            To this very day though, I still do not know how to explain those memories with Tristian. Yesterday as I was packing for my trip and finishing some last minute things and did you know I found a book �" similar to an ancient journal - that was handwritten on faeries? It makes me think of Tristian in a way. I mean the way they describe the sidhe people is so much like him. They are graceful, tricksters, kind, and seductive. Some, it is said, are also magicians and fly; yet they do not have wings like all your daily fictional authors seem to write. They have an air about them that makes you drawn to them naturally and not able to tell them anything but the truth when you look into their eyes. The Sidhe seem to just make you want them and eventually, you fall into their trap.

            As I finished untying and unraveling the many boxes, I took the journal I had uncovered and entered into the kitchen to read the mysteries that I were hoping to be unsolved. 

Author's Note

What do you think? Should I keep the same adventure going? Should there be a twist? Add more characters? Who? Please ignore some spelling errors. If you do not know what something means because it is in Gaelic, then please feel free to ask!