Elven Dreams (eBook)

Angelina Qualls (Autor)

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2023 | 1. Auflage
322 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-6678-9420-1 (ISBN)

Infos

Twenty-two-year-old Veterinarian student Anna McCauley travels back to her homeland of Ireland where she unveils the truth about her mysterious past, that leads her on a magical journey where she discovers her real identity. Everything Anna knew and believed was about to be flipped upside down when she is transported to a new world of magic, mystery, romance, passion and suspense. Anna travels back home to Ireland to reunite with old friends and finds her birth mother who reveals her mysterious past that has continued through her bloodline and spans through the generations for almost six-hundred-years. Adorned with magical family heirlooms given to her by her birth mother Anna discovers a magical gateway where she finds an Ancient Book that reveals a Prophecy that transports her to a new world where she is reunited with the Handsome Elven Warrior Beinion that has filled her dreams since childhood. Not able to resist the stirring of passion from deep within her. Anna follows her heart and discovers the truth of why she was sent to Beinion and his people. What her true identity is and reveals her part in fulfilling the Ancient Prophecy.

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Anna McCauley travels back to Ireland her country of birth to visit with old friends. However, after finding and reuniting with her birth mother, Anna learns about a mysterious past that dates back almost 600 years. What she discovers about her past will transport her to a new world, a new reality and a new identity. Anna has always known she was different, that she was destined for much more than this life had to offer. Her dreams had been filled with magical beings and fairytales that seemed to real, to vivid to be her imagination. After learning about her past Anna finds herself transported to a magical place, A place she knows she had been before. Where she learns that she is part of an ancient prophecy that only she can fulfill.

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PROLOGUE

Nestariel’s, (Nehs-tahr-ee-ell) eyes were closed in deep concentration. Fatigue plagued her as she swayed from side to side, eyes closed sweat beading down her face, as if in a trance, she kept repeating the Tanka Harwar, (Healing) spell. It had been days since she had a full night's rest, all through the night diligently chanting the spell, repeatedly till the dawns breaking light. However, it was all for naught. Nestariel's son's beautiful wife Princess Anira (Ah-neer-ah) lie next to her suffering in agonizing pain while her very life force slowly ebbed away. She had tried every spell, every chant, every potion, every remedy she knew and still she was slowly slipping away to the Halls of Mandos to join their departed loved ones in Valinor. Nestariel was the Elven clan's healer the Clan depended on her to save their beloved Princess. Anira was suffering from the final stages of the fever that started sweeping through the Elven clans about three years ago and it had already claimed the lives of at least forty of her fellow clan's members. Including Nestariel's beloved husband Aradan, (Are-ah-dahn). The last year without Aradan would have destroyed her had it not been for her Son Beinion, (Bay-nee-on) and his beautiful wife Anira to give the promise of a future. At that very moment, her son Beinion was in the great forest trying to find ingredients for a cure for this plague that was devouring his people. That at this very moment was threatening the life of his beloved wife Anira. For the last two weeks, he searched with minimal sleep and nutrition to desperately find the cure to save her to save all of his people. She was his life the very reason he was born he must find a cure. Nestariel dipped the cloth in the cool water and began to wipe the sweat from Anira's face. Anira drifted in and out of consciousness, her skin was pale, and her cheeks were reddened by the fever that racked her body. Her lips cracked and dry, deep purple and yellow sores covered her entire body. Anira looked up at Nestariel barely able to open her eyes, her voice barely audible, "Amin fauka, (I am thirsty.)" she whispered through parched lips. Nestariel held a cup of cool water to Anira's lips. Anira slowly sipped the cool liquid from the cup.

She felt so weak, she knew that her time here was drawing near. She looked to Nestariel and asked, "Sut an? (How long?)." Nestariel took in a deep shaky breath, she tried to be brave for Anira, she fought back the tears she could no longer lie. She must tell Anira the truth. She placed the cool cloth to Anira's head and felt the tears fall down her cheeks as she replied her lips trembled as she fought to say the words. "Not long my child." Anira swallowed hard as she slowly nodded. She closed her eyes as the tears fell. Anira knew this was the only way to stop the fever, to save her people Anira must make the ultimate sacrifice. Anira closed her eyes as she recalled the day her friend Kale, "King of the Forest Unicorns," came to her with the truth about the plague that was killing her people. He told her this was the only way she could save her people. Anira loved her people more than her own life and would do whatever it took to save them. Including making the ultimate sacrifice. She did not tell her husband or father. Because she knew they would only try and stop her. Kale said that she would return to her people in just over a year but, she would still miss them very much. She and Beinion had just become united as one only six months ago. Anira closed her eyes and recalled her wedding day. The smell of Apple blossoms filled the air and the song of a thousand Faeries treated their ears. Beinion was so handsome there standing in his marital clothing. His hair was slightly pulled back to reveal his handsome features. She smiled as she remembered the way he nervously shifted his feet from side to side as they gave their vows to each other. He reached up and tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. "You are my heart, the reason I breathe, my light in the darkness, my everything. I will be your shield, your strength, your knight in shimmering armor, your cover in the rain, your heat in the cold. With you, by my side, nothing is out of my reach. If the stars are what you desire. I will travel to the heavens to pluck them from the night sky. You only have but to ask. Not even death would keep me from you. Wherever, whenever, forever I will be there for you." She remembered his vows to her. They had been in love since they were children. Their lives as husband and wife had only just begun. Anira did not want to leave him. She needed to see her husband and father's faces one more time, she could not leave this world without telling them how much they meant to her. A sharp pain ripped through her body and she cried out to Nestariel. "Please get my husband and my father. I want to see them now!" Anira pleaded as the pain tore through her. Nestariel quickly nodded. She kissed Anira's cheek and wiped the tears from her eyes as she stood up to go get her son Beinion and Anira's father Caunion (Coun-ee-on) the clans' keeper. As Nestariel opened the door to leave she heard Anira call out in pain "Asca! (hurry!)" Nestariel ran out the door to the edge of the village as fast as her legs would carry her. She frantically looked around to find Caunion. When she spotted Caunion at the griffin enclosure she rushed over to him barely taking time to breathe. He was feeding his Griffin, Rain. Preparing to join Beinion in the forest on a search for a cure to end this plague that had consumed so many Elven lives. As well as the life of his beloved wife Anira's mother Ithilwen. Nestariel ran up to Caunion out of breath from running, she gasped out, "Anira asks for you and Beinion, please hurry." Tears began to fill Caunion eyes, they rolled down his cheeks as he closed his eyes and recalled his lovely wife Ithilwen Anira's mother whom he had lost her to this fever just two years prior. His beloved daughter was all he had left. He recalled a memory of Anira when she was little. She asked him when she would die and he replied "Not until long after I am gone, my sweet princess. "Now it seems the creator has other plans for his beloved little girl." he realized. He wiped his face as he heard the desperation in Nestariel's voice, "You must find my son quickly Anira does not have long." He nodded and replied, "Rain and I will fly with the wind and will not return until we have found Beinion. Then he quickly mounted Rain and flew into the sky in haste. Beinion was in the northern woods he had just about enough healing herb to prepare the greatest healing potion he had ever made. Beinion heard a distant flapping of a griffin's wings he placed his hand to his brow to gaze up at the sky to see if he could see who was approaching. He quickly spotted the lone rider as they approached. He slowly stood as he waited to see who it was. He saw Caunion racing toward him as fast as his Rain could fly. When Beinion saw the grave expression on Caution's face his heart sank, it felt like it had stopped beating altogether. In that instant, he knew Anira was running out of time. Caunion did not need to tell Beinion what he already knew. Beinion jumped onto his Griffin before Caunion could even give him the news and headed for the village. They flew with lightning speed as fast as they could back to the village. They jumped to the ground running before they could even land, Beinion and Caunion raced into the village not stopping until they reached the medicine hut. Nestariel was leaning over Anira wiping her face with a cool wet cloth. The light was very dim in the hut. The bright light seemed to burn the eyes of anyone infected with the fever. Beinion and Caunion now stood on each side of Anira. Beinion looked at the face of his beautiful wife. The candlelight casts a soft glow upon her face. She was flush with fever her lips were extremely dry and cracked. The open sores on her delicate arms and legs were covered in his mother's best healing ointment. The smell of magic candles and incense hung heavy in the air. Though her vision was blurred, Anira looked up and saw her husband and father standing beside her. She took their hands in hers and said, "Yallume, (At Last.) She looked into her father's eyes and forced a smile for him. Caunion held his daughter's hand to his face and kissed it as the tears slid down his cheeks. "Do not weep for me dearest father, soon I will suffer no longer and will embrace mother's awaiting arms." Anira tried to comfort her father. Caunion looked down at his daughter's lovely face. She looked so much like her mother Ithilwen He closed his eyes and recalled when she was a wee child. The way she would run up to him laughing and twirling around like a forest faerie. "Dance with me Papa, Dance with me." she would ask. He would pick her up into the air and kiss her. She would stand on his feet and he would twirl her around and around. He could still hear her laughter in his ears. As if reading her father's mind, Anira whispered through parched lips. "Papa I wish we could dance just once more." Caunion looked down at his daughter and smiled. He reached down and took her up into his arms. She laid her head on her father's shoulder. He closed his eyes and cradled his little girl in his arms, and they danced to music they could only here. He tried to make that moment last forever. Trying to burn the image of her in his memory forever. Caunion pressed his lips to...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 17.3.2023
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 1-6678-9420-X / 166789420X
• ISBN-13: 978-1-6678-9420-1 / 9781667894201