Once and Forever
The tall male came to a halt and nodded, satisfied with his surroundings. This little dell would protect his burden until her new protectors found her. Looking down with affectionate and yet slightly sad eyes, the oddly colored Fey male smiled a little at the sweetly cooing child and gently brushed his hand against her cheek one last time. With a sigh, not wanting to let her go but knowing it had to be, he carefully placed her basket-encased form with its neatly printed note into a small rock-cave and looked into her turquoise eyes – ones that perfectly matched his – one last time.
“It is time, little Adonnenniel Minuialwen, for what was set in motion so long ago to finally come to fruition. May you rise above and conquer the past this time.”
With that he stood, his long, silver hair flashing an oddly blue-green color as the sun just touched it, and then he disappeared as though he'd never been there.
It was time to deliver the second part of this particular duty he'd taken on to his place so that the past could truly be replayed – hopefully to end differently this time. He smiled... he had a good feeling about it.
His blood would rise above and conquer the darkness to come - he was sure of it.
Caladwen Nostariel lifted her face to the gently streaming sun and smiled – it was looking to be a beautiful day, and her spirit lifted as she passed lithely through her forest home. A flash of light echoed around her as the sunlight hit her jewel, and her smile widened at the verdant hue the sun startled from said jewel.
She was Fey, silvan and fair with even features and delicately pointed ears; her name gave away her royalty and her emerald jewel echoed her power, showing any she came into contact with just what she was capable of. As the daughter of the ruling Lord of this forest it was no surprise that she'd been born with such strength, and many males vied for her hand.
So far, none had spoken to her heart, though, and so she'd turned them all away, remaining alone and not at all unhappy for that fact. Oh, she knew that one day she'd find someone that suited her, but for now she was just happy to be free as the wind and able to do what she wanted – to go with her whims and explore the forest that was her home.
On this day, however, she had an actual destination in mind; a place she hadn't been in a while. It was near the edge of the forest, yet despite that fact it was a beautiful area that she just couldn't seem to forget. For days now the uncanny urge to go there had been eating at her, and she'd finally given in – she would go and see what it was that she was supposed to see.
Brow furrowing thoughtfully as she thought about that absolute need to go someplace, Caladwen absently swept her pale blond locks over her shoulder and stepped daintily over a new deadfall without even looking at it, her silvan senses warning her better than eyes ever could. She'd never been prone to foreseeing, and so this pull had been surprising – because it was leading her to something that she instinctively knew would change her life.
But I don't wish for my life to change. I like it the way it is, she thought almost mournfully, slowing in her pace as she suddenly began thinking on the consequences of her actions. Was she really ready to stride into destiny? She was yet still very young by her people's standards, just having passed her maturity, and she wasn't sure she wanted to take responsibility for something besides herself yet.
After a moment, though, she frowned at her own thoughts and once more quickened her pace; she would not back down from the call of destiny and the fates. And so she strode easily through the forest, her thoughts in a whirl and a certain urgency pulling at her.
It didn't take her long, really, to reach the place that had been calling out to her and she stopped just before entering the beautiful glade, some sixth sense warning her to wait, to listen. At first she heard nothing out of the ordinary – the usual forest sounds providing a calming background for her sudden tension.
But after a few moments the bird and animal noises stopped in startlement at a cry, and Caladwen's eyes widened in equal startlement; the cry was that of a child, a babe – even she, who had no children of her own knew that sound well enough to immediately recognize it.
What... a babe? What would a babe be doing here – she once more carefully looked around the glade and found no presence of any older being – alone?
After several long moments of staring into the area with suspicious and confused eyes she cautiously moved out of the surrounding trees and headed slowly for the area the cry was coming from – a small rockfall from millenia past that was now gently rounded and mounded into a little cave with moss and growing things covering it.
She crouched down as she rounded the backside of the protected cavelet and caught sight immediately of a woven basket with a squirming bundle within; thinking it some human child abandoned for whatever reason she was nonetheless thoroughly stunned at the complexity of the basket the child lay in. I've never seen such beautiful workmanship on anything, not even anything Fey-made! She was completely astonished when she reached in carefully and pulled the basket out, however. The movement quieted the child temporarily as she picked the bundle up out of its little bed and then unwrapped it to get a look at her find, ignoring the folded piece of parchment that fluttered to the ground for the moment.
This child was not human, she was Fey.
A sense of horrified shock rounded her eyes as she looked at what was a beautiful baby girl – because unlike every other Fey that had ever been born into the world since the day they'd first come forth from the magic that existed within it, this child had no jewel.
This child was... impossible.
It took her several long moments to get herself under control; the baby, apparently hungry, began to fuss a bit again. Caladwen pulled herself together and wrapped the babe back up before placing her back in her basket; belatedly picking up the folded piece of parchment and opening it, she quickly scanned it. Again her eyes rounded in shock – it contained nothing but a statement to the effect that the child's name was Adonnenniel Minuialwen. Resurrected... Dawn? She was almost afraid to say that name even in the sanctity of her own mind – why would someone name this beautiful baby something as cursed as... Dawn? Resurrected Dawn. There's no mistaking that it's a name of power, cursed or not.
She shook her head rapidly after a moment and stuffed the note back into the basket with the child. This was beyond her, so she would take the little girl to her father and let him look her over. Perhaps he would be able to divine something of her origins, since he had that talent in an admittedly small way. Picking the very lightweight bundle up, she turned and hurried with her burden back the way she had come. The baby fussed again and she sighed, a worried frown forking her brow. Perhaps she should be fed first. There was no telling for sure how long she'd been there in that little grotto, though she didn't think it had been more than a few hours since she'd been placed there – still, that gave no clue to how long it had been since she'd last been fed.
She paid no attention to the beauty of her surroundings on her rushed return trip, her mind almost unable to function.
Just who was this beautiful child who was Fey, yet had no jewel and had been abandoned in the forest with nothing but the blankets she was wrapped in, a small note giving her a name cursed in both Fey and human legends, and a basket of workmanship of a beauty and complexity she'd never seen before?