Fae Awakening

Most considered the Fae merely myth or legend. Others claim the Fae are merely fantasy or the stuff made of dreams. A small few know the truth. The Fae are real.

The Fae were more than real, although their existence was always kept a secret. While many held the belief that the world had seen the last of the Fae. They survived, remaining dormant for centuries until the relic met one with a drop of Fae blood. This is her story. Her Fae awakening.

Revanna had grown up hearing all about the Fae and their tremendous power. Since the death of parents in a car wreck, her Uncle Harrold, had become her guardian. It was a usual childhood, but she wouldn’t change a thing. Revanna had been acting as paleontologist intern since she was 12 under her uncle’s supervision. She was sure her mother was turning in the grave at the thought of her in anything but dresses, skirts, and high neck blouses.

Intensely focused on seeking answers to the world’s greatest mysteries, Ravenna’s arrangement with her uncle worked out. When she reached adulthood, she made the choice to establish a small bookstore in her hometown. Revanna’s passion was helping others find the perfect book, and she loved seeing children connect with reading. But she still longed to see the world through her own eyes over what she could read from books. Revanna was certain each person processed the same information through their own unique set of lived experiences.

The elders in her family had these mysterious secret, closed sessions from everyone else in town. Her uncle attended, yet offered no information whatsoever. No slips at all, much to Revanna’s disappointment. Soon, they would bring her into that circle and give her a task most 16-year-old high schoolers would deem impossible.

The Fae Awakening Prophecy

In the days of shadowed dusk and moonlit dawn, when the winds of time stir ancient song, A relic of old, long buried and worn, Shall call forth the Fae with blood, reborn.

Under the pale sky where the stars burn bright,

the veil shall thin and give birth to night.

The relic shall hum, its power untold,

Waking the Fae from their slumber so cold.

In the heart of the forest, deep and unseen,

The relic will glow, a spark in between.

A touch, a whisper, the fates intertwine,

And the ancient one rises, with eyes that shine.

Bound by the old pact, the Fae will return,

With power to heal, with wrath to burn.

A gift and a curse in their presence so near,

For with the Fae’s waking, all will feel fear.

Anonymous

It was difficult to understand, but she heard chanting inside the elders’ cabin. Hopefully, this spying wouldn’t get her in as much trouble as the last time she attempted to gain entry to the elders’ cabin. As the chanting grew quiet, Revanna knew she had to scurry along before being caught red-handed again.

She had more questions now than she did before, eavesdropping. Does this mean the Fae are real? How did they nearly become extinct? Whose blood would call forth the Fae? And what the heck is this relic? So incredibly cryptic, but that’s how seers and sorcerers give guidance through riddles.

Revanna had a dreadful night of sleep. She would fall asleep only to be awakened by hideous monsters calling themselves the Fae. She had slept with a baseball bat by her nightstand. Not that it would do much damage or be effective against ancient Fae with weaponry the likes she’s ever known.

“Revanna, breakfast is ready. Get down here before it gets cold.”

Her Uncle Harrold insisted they set together each morning before going off to explore new dig sites. This morning was no different. She had her typical guacamole toast with an enormous glass of oat milk. Definitely the breakfast of champions.

“We need to hurry this along darling, or we’ll miss our flight to Dublin.”

This sudden announcement surprised Revanna. Her Uncle had categorically denied any work to be done in Ireland. Evidently, he knew something Revanna did not, because she felt drawn to the lands of the Celtic people.

Their flight and journey by a ridiculously compact car went relatively well, with only a few minor incidents. Revanna had a way with woodland creatures and proved super helpful shoo-ing the cattle off the road several times.

It wasn’t too long before Revanna and her uncle arrived at the new dig site in the boglands. The smell was something she wished she never had to smell again. The ground was so saturated with dark green, blackish mud and Revanna was so happy she listened to her uncle about not wearing sandals, instead wearing rain boots.

After a brief meeting with the on-site team, Revanna and Uncle Harrold surveyed the work already performed and selected the most promising locations based on technological data from the analysts. It wasn’t too long before Revanna saw something glinting in the mud. Revanna felt an intense desire to touch this relic, and herself restraint was being challenged.

Uncle Harrold comes running in his silly looking archeologist’s hat, screaming not to disturb the area near the artifact. He quickly asks for everyone to leave the room, except Revanna.

“I think it’s time to tell you what you really are, Revanna.”

“Uncle Harrold, what are you talking about? I’m me and that hasn’t changed since I was a child.”

Uncle Harrold told Revanna about the prophecy and the truth of her family tree. The news that she carried Fae blood shocked Revanna. This was almost believable because she had always felt a bit off and occasionally saw or heard things others couldn’t.

“Revanna, you are among the last of your kind in our world. It is up to you whether your choice is to spill your Fae blood over the relic. Just a word of caution, there are both light and dark Fae and both have no problem twisting your words. Never trust a Fae, child, and I mean absolutely NEVER make a deal with one either.”

It took Revanna only seconds before she sliced her palm and squeezed her blood on the relic. She felt a burst of energy that had her landing on her butt across the room. She felt such power flowing through her veins. Uncle Harrold looked up for a moment to see a circular portal open.

While lost in her own world attempting to get a handle on her new abilities, a newcomer stepped forth from the portal. Her uncle was shouting, but she couldn’t near what he was saying. The newcomer was easily the most handsome man in the world, with his raven hair and bright blue, piercing eyes. His physique was god-like; he had large muscles and calloused hands. All hallmarks of a member of the Dark, or Unseelie, Court of Fae. Revanna never stood a chance of defying the Dark prince.

The next thing Revanna knew was she was being ushered by the newcomer through the portal. Traveling through the portal was a very uncomfortable experience for humans. Revanna plopped on the ground and finally opened her eyes to the throne room and thrown before the King and Queen of the Dark Court.

“Why are you here, child? It’s not safe for a human to remain in the Fae world for too long. Time passes differently here, so make it quick,” the Queen warned.

“The world is in trouble and your kind are nearly extinct on Earth. There’s a great evil coming our way and I want to join with your court to fight to save not just my world, but the Fae folk as well,” Revanna pleaded.

“I see your predicament, but I must converse with my husband, the Dark King, and our loyal supporters. You are not to leave the premises. I will return soon with a decision.”

The Queen nodded her head and two armed guards came to grab her and Uncle Harrold. They were to be ‘visitors’ but could not leave the compound of the Dark Fae court. Guards gave them food, water, and clean clothes. Each had a room that outfitted with a comfortable bed and a fireplace.

After they placed Uncle Harrold in the holding rooms below the fortress, he told Revanna as much as he could recall about the Fae folk—their customs, cuisine, culture, laws, and courtesies. They didn’t get to talk very long, but at least now Revanna was completely clueless.

“The King and I, along with my supporters, agree that you make seek refuge here for a short while. We have rooms being made ready for your comfort. We are also hosting an annual ball this evening and cordially invite you both. You will receive suitable attire.

Although still scared and apprehensive, Revanna could not help but squeal like a schoolgirl at a boy band concert when back in her room. The dress laid upon the bed was the most verdant shade of emerald green she had even seen. Also on the bed, were coordinating jewelry and a crown! She’ll probably be able to add “princess” to her resume after tonight’s ball.