Ehriad: A Novella of the Otherworld by Johnson Jenna Elizabeth

Author:Johnson, Jenna Elizabeth
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: otherworld trilogy jenna elizabeth johnson faelorehn dolmarehn cade macroich meghan elam celtic myth young adult paranormal fantasy short stories
Publisher: Jenna Elizabeth Johnson

Broken Geis

The sun splayed through the treetops, the spikes of afternoon light driving into my skull like nails. I gritted my teeth and took several deep breaths. Meghan wasn’t due for another thirty minutes or so and I desperately needed to spend that time pulling myself together.

I knew what the problem was, even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Yes, there was a really good chance that one of her parents was Fomorian, a race the Faelorehn had been enemies with for centuries. Despite what that might entail, I didn’t care. Even my foster father had warned me of the repercussions of growing too close to someone who was half-Fae and half-Fomore. I just couldn’t imagine Meghan ever causing any harm. But that was only part of the problem. It was who, and what, I was as well that made me reconsider growing too close to Meghan.

Fergus whined next to me and I placed my hands on my hips and threw my head back, closing my eyes and letting the afternoon sunlight warm my skin.

“I know Fergus,” I whispered, keeping my face aimed towards the canopy above, “but what do I have to offer her?”

If Meghan knew what I was, if she knew what I had witnessed in my long life, our fragile friendship would cease to exist and I would have no chance of hoping for anything more than that. The very thought of not ever seeing her again hurt me more than the raking claws and burning poison of the faelah I often battled.

I had no friends, only a sister, a foster father and a spirit guide. What I would give to have just one friend, to keep Meghan . . . But no, if I truly considered her a friend, if I honestly cared about her, I would tell her I could never see her again. I already feared the Morrigan knew too much and it would be better if Meghan severed all ties with me.

I released a heavy sigh and leaned my back against a eucalyptus tree, thinking about all I had been through in the past week; about the Morrigan’s attempt to get information from me. Nausea prickled the back of my throat and my legs felt suddenly weak. As a means of punishment for my insolence, she had forced me to attend another one of her sacrificial ceremonies, and because of my stupid geis all I could do was stand beside her and watch as she brought one victim after another forward, draining them of their glamour and their life force. She had enjoyed every moment of it, absorbing their magic like the parched earth drinking in the first rain of a monsoon. My own anger had burned high and eventually my control failed. The riastrad, the battle fury that resulted from the volatile mix of my anger and my glamour, burst forth. I had raged for hours, killing as many faelah as I could get my hands on.

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