{This is the first Tearmann story}
November 13, 2010
November 13, 2010
Jillian Newey
"This can not be happening again!" Jillian screams. She wakes from a nightmare she has been having for many days.
Every night she fears sleep and elves even more. Outwardly Jillian is a free spirited Fae, but deep within, her heart is scarred from her elven past. Two worlds torn apart but live together within her. Born into these worlds, she hides her elven part deep inside. Elves, and humans to a lesser degree, were to blame for the destruction of her family.
Though she has seem much in her life that has taught her that hatred is destructive, there lies within her an anger, a temper she struggles with and believes to be part of her elven heritage. She fears that should she lose that struggle, she would lose her soul. Born of royal stock to an elven father and a fae mother, she was a child conceived in love, as was her younger brother, away from any palace or royal duties. While both siblings were mirrors of their father's elven features, Jillian also had her mother's eyes...and wings. Two siblings, outwardly different, but with the same lineage. Things were peaceful, full of love and hope...
Until the day the elves found them. .....
But, now, in the present, waking from the nightmare, she pulls away from her love. He watches as she buries her face in her hands and cries, helpless, aching to ease her fear.
" I cannot sleep, not again," she tells herself. But sleep she does, and thus it begins again. Purple flowers, so dark they are black..... one can feel the evil they are, but why do others go to them? She watches the horrific sight and can do nothing to stop it, screaming at them,"Leave them! Stay away!"
It fades away to an ceremony, a ritual. Jillian shivers. The blood, the carnage. "Why are you doing this?" She silently screams at the participants. Jillian sobs. Are elves so blood thirsty they kill thier own? In her heart, Jillian knows this to be true.
Again the picture fades to an elven king. beautiful even to one who mistrust elves. He is babbling,not making sense, talking to no one there. Again the scene changes. Jillian is beside herself once it dawns upon her what she is witnessing. She cannot stop what is happening nor wake up. Again a ritual: they are going to kill their own king!
She runs to the circle to stop them. Why? She does not know why: after all, he is an elf. But she is compelled to do so. She even knows his name. "Olwe, stop them! Do not let them do this!" She screams in frustration. " I wish you could hear me. I wish I could help you." Again they cut to his heart. She screams and wakes up in tears and sweat.
Who is Olwe?
> Next Tearmann > Next Jillian
Every night she fears sleep and elves even more. Outwardly Jillian is a free spirited Fae, but deep within, her heart is scarred from her elven past. Two worlds torn apart but live together within her. Born into these worlds, she hides her elven part deep inside. Elves, and humans to a lesser degree, were to blame for the destruction of her family.
Though she has seem much in her life that has taught her that hatred is destructive, there lies within her an anger, a temper she struggles with and believes to be part of her elven heritage. She fears that should she lose that struggle, she would lose her soul. Born of royal stock to an elven father and a fae mother, she was a child conceived in love, as was her younger brother, away from any palace or royal duties. While both siblings were mirrors of their father's elven features, Jillian also had her mother's eyes...and wings. Two siblings, outwardly different, but with the same lineage. Things were peaceful, full of love and hope...
Until the day the elves found them. .....
But, now, in the present, waking from the nightmare, she pulls away from her love. He watches as she buries her face in her hands and cries, helpless, aching to ease her fear.
" I cannot sleep, not again," she tells herself. But sleep she does, and thus it begins again. Purple flowers, so dark they are black..... one can feel the evil they are, but why do others go to them? She watches the horrific sight and can do nothing to stop it, screaming at them,"Leave them! Stay away!"
It fades away to an ceremony, a ritual. Jillian shivers. The blood, the carnage. "Why are you doing this?" She silently screams at the participants. Jillian sobs. Are elves so blood thirsty they kill thier own? In her heart, Jillian knows this to be true.
Again the picture fades to an elven king. beautiful even to one who mistrust elves. He is babbling,not making sense, talking to no one there. Again the scene changes. Jillian is beside herself once it dawns upon her what she is witnessing. She cannot stop what is happening nor wake up. Again a ritual: they are going to kill their own king!
She runs to the circle to stop them. Why? She does not know why: after all, he is an elf. But she is compelled to do so. She even knows his name. "Olwe, stop them! Do not let them do this!" She screams in frustration. " I wish you could hear me. I wish I could help you." Again they cut to his heart. She screams and wakes up in tears and sweat.
Who is Olwe?
> Next Tearmann > Next Jillian