Amber Magic (Haven Series #1) by B. V. Larson

Author:B. V. Larson [Larson, B. V.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2010-06-15T04:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Myrrdin’s Tale

When Myrrdin was yet young, he lived with the Faerie. As many have claimed, he indeed has much Faerie blood in his veins. Some say that his mother was a human princess exchanged for a changeling at birth, others that his father was an elf of almost human stature. All this aside, there is no doubt that Myrrdin is a man of rare talents.

In his early life, he was raised by the Faerie themselves. He lived in their wondrous lands, which, as all know, can be found by mortals only at twilight or midnight, and only at the foot of a rainbow or widdershins nine turns ‘round an enchanted fairy mound. In this place, Myrrdin grew wise and tricksy, and though he was not ageless, age took a great while to catch him.

It was on his hundredth birthday or so that manhood finally began to take him. He began to know the females among the Faerie then, in their mryiad forms. He was quite popular among them, as his true youth and semi-mortal life were refreshing and innocent to the ancient ones. He knew enough to avoid those that would kill with their embraces—as I said, he had grown wise in their tutelage. The lovely green-complected mermaids of the sea and the elusive dryads of the forests were his favorites.

It was on a day like many others that Oberon came to find him. Myrrdin had been chasing a fleet-footed dryad with exquisite brown eyes like burning knotholes through a forest of hazel trees. Oberon appeared to be only a boy of twelve summers or so, but Myrrdin knew him to be much older. He was, in fact, a lord among the Fair Folk and Myrrdin’s benefactor.

“What service can I perform for you, my lord?” Myrrdin asked respectfully. With some regret, he gave over chasing the dryad. He stood nonchalantly as always when facing one of the powerful ones. His muscles sang like the taut wires of his fiddle, but he hid his tension by leaning against a tree trunk. His eyes he let fall to the ground, that he would not meet Oberon’s sparkling, terrible gaze.

“It is time, I think, to expand your knowledge of men, my adopted son,” Oberon said, “I wish you to follow me.”

Myrrdin did as he was told and though he was long of limb and fleet of foot, he was soon winded and panting as he chased Oberon through the endless forests. After a time they came to a wall of black rock that had no seam or opening, but Oberon made one with the touch of his hand. They stepped through and Myrrdin, for the first time in his memory, found himself in the world of men and the Kindred. He stood, in fact, in an open field of grasses. It was in a place not far from here, where an ancient human lord’s barrow had formed a fairy mound. The time was twilight, when the sun touches the sea and turns the sky red.

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