Magicians and Magi

Magicians and Magi (picks up where Brothers and Borders left off) It was Christmas morning; nothing seemed right. Inari had looked forward to giving Sarn, and his young son, a Christmas oft dreamed but seldom achieved; now Christmas morning had come and they’re missing their first Christmas. She missed Ran underfoot, his questions, smiles and the way he followed her about–alas, he’d made the holiday prep worthwhile. She sighed and thumbed through the story she’d picked just for him, a Christmas story with wise men, angels, a manger and a babe picked to save all mankind when he later dies. The Blessed Mother regarded her from the … Continue reading Magicians and Magi

Brothers and Borders

Brothers and Borders (Picks up where Tell No Tales left off) Miren glared at the spiked punch, sloshed ruby liquid in his glass but not e’en a buzz made him feel less like a heel; he should flee, apologize to his brother because he’d said harsh things to Sarn–who’d tried to warn him off a path that led to teen parent land, a place Miren had long past foresworn. He’d called Ran a mistake; Ran’d been present too, but he paid no mind to words spoken by anyone except Sarn, even uncles, the brat ignored and hogged all Sarn’s time, when that time belonged to Miren, whose knuckles cracked … Continue reading Brothers and Borders

Tell No Tales

Tell No Tales (picks up where Santa’s Flight ends) The sleigh parked before that terrible wall of color chased light, a screen of dancing images, each scene a brick in the wall. “My part in this tale ends here; seek the King across yonder wall,” Santa held a hand age-spotted out as his pow’r ebbed away. “Christmas eve is ended,” he waved his hand at dawn rising behind, turning all gray. “The night departs, so must I ’till next year. Your path continues through there if you’ve heart to try, redeeming grace will see you clear.” Sarn looked at that great wall–where to e’en start? His … Continue reading Tell No Tales

Santa’s Flight

Santa’s Flight (picks up where Santa’s Mission left off) Sarn pulled on his cloak and boots, clad his son in warm gear, and with much trepidation, took the hand and adventure offered–one. thing he’d learned about Christmas–action was required that might just test his mettle. “I’ve trouble controlling it–the magic.” “Not tonight you won’t,” Santa smiled, “settle in and we’ll be off; don’t fret ’bout magic. Tonight it’s in the air and everywhere.” Indeed the air did shimmer and sparkle as if diamond dust floated in the air. It started slow, the drain, just a trickle at first as the reindeer jogged skyward, more as his link to … Continue reading Santa’s Flight

Grandma Hitches a Ride with Santa

Grandma Hitches a Ride with Santa (Follows Berry Wight, picks up with Sarn’s grandmother, Leesha) ‘Twas the night before Christmas when she stirred, a blind woman from her treetop abode. Through the wooded vale she trudged, her thoughts whirred, circled about regret ’cause she’s not bold. No time left now that death’s velvet hand touches hers, its cold presence walks beside, offers no aid when her rag-wrapped foot, the root clutches. Leaning on her staff, her magic buffers, keeps her from harm, with its small witchery. Rising, she feels about, finds the path and the way, to a grandson she’s spied through trickery. Her … Continue reading Grandma Hitches a Ride with Santa

Berry Wight

Berry Wight (Picks up where Winter Wights and the Battle of the Bells left off) The enchanted branches overhanging the battle of the bells, songs and wits, wept red drops that rolled into berries, hanging first in singles, then bunches watched by rapt crowds who squealed and charged into the forest intent on picking those magicked berries. Missionaries backed away, not God-blessed this miracle that made the crowd merry. “What the trees give, you take without complaint,” said one man stuffing berries in his pockets. Sarn nodded, piled berries without constraint on his cloak helped by Ran who rocketed ’bout picking fruit, smiling, humming … Continue reading Berry Wight

Winter Wights and the Battle of the Bells

Winter Wights (Picks up where Sleigh Ride left off) Over the hills they went, dashing through vales and around mountain’s feet into Shayari. They turned west to follow the star’s bright tail. Skating down the River Nirthal, a plea made them stop and Ran jumped out of the sleigh. Women with ivy in their braided hair, danced in a ring, weaving voices that pray into polyphonic bliss on the air. They broke ranks to tie ribbons on the boughs of the enchanted forest, each a prayer fluttering for someone lost that year, though still remembered by those death spared that year. “Momma,” Ran said and nothing … Continue reading Winter Wights and the Battle of the Bells

Sleigh Ride

Sleigh Ride (Picks up where Wreathed in Light left off) Fairies fluttered and flickered as they flew loop-the-loops, barrel rolls and belly flops into the magic falling like dew onto the Advent wreath where they rallied. This time the fairies would not be denied. Spurred by Christmas carols Inari hummed while she wrote out Christmas cards, snow outside falling, Ran spreading frosting with his thumb, and a hundred other Christmasy things. The fairies wove their spell late into night. They finished by dawn’s breaking and the ring of first morning bell that spread their spell’s light throughout the suite, wrapping father and son in transformative … Continue reading Sleigh Ride

Between Dreams and Boats

(takes place between Beloved and The Trouble with Magical Security and The Rusted King and the Drum) Between Dreams and Boats They dragged the boat onto shore at Nolo’s direction, left it by boat house’s raft stack ‘fore hiking ‘cross the lightening meadow. Dawn gilded the river as the mount’s track wound in graveled ribbons around its girth. The weight of Nolo’s unasked questions pressed down on Sarn with e’ery step; his self worth dwindled away in quiet that oppressed. Ran stirred, slept in his arms without a care held safe there, his stuffed bear clutched, blanket wrapped and warm, no need to see where … Continue reading Between Dreams and Boats

Wreathed in Light

Wreathed in Light (Picks up where Deck the Mountain’s Halls left off) “Wait!” Ran cried, his need to complete things taking charge, “the wreath! It needs one more light.” One spot left on the e’er green, Advent ring; one dark place that needed to be made bright. Then the fairies’ spell could begin, Advent’s end with it bring; the waiting’s done and soon celebrations will ring with song, presents ‘neath the tree and laughter, the season’s boon. To move things along, Ran hurried to fetch Nolo, his son Nerule, Inari, his wife, Uncle Miren, Papa who catches him in a hug, gathering them all ’round the … Continue reading Wreathed in Light

Deck the Mountain’s Halls

Deck the Mountain’s Halls (Picks up where Fools & Farewells left off) Hot chocolate gone, cold gnawing on his skin, Sarn traded the terrace for the warm suite. He found his son affixing with frostin’, a gingerbread balcony to a sweet cookie mountain replete with candy trails. Sarn lay down joined by Ran and his stuffed bear. Sarn’s magic roiled and tortured him with wails.  Three lights bobbed in air, alighted with care. “We three bring good gifts,” they sang one and all. Ran raised his head, blinked at the three fairies. “You can fix my Papa?” They nodded, all three moved, weaving fairy light and … Continue reading Deck the Mountain’s Halls

Fools & Farewells

The Fool (Picks up where The Longest Night left off) A red silk scarf slid through Inari’s hands, pooled in the drawer where it’d rested for years, when she’d traded it for a marriage band. Some days she liked to reconnect with years past, feel the silk against her smile and play once more the gypsy girl in a trader’s caravan with tarot cards, fated to play. She removed the deck, shuffled it; later she’d play the good god-fearing wife; right now she wanted assurance that Ran’s tearful prediction was false, that Sarn’s okay now and that his absence meant an eventful night, not … Continue reading Fools & Farewells

The Longest Night

Winter Solstice (Continues where Fairies Interrupted left off) Light cut through the mist rising off River Nirthal as the moon parted drifting clouds. It shone down on bare branches that shiver. Enchanted Forest sleeps and winter’s shroud falls flesh as secrets to cover its ground. The Nirthal’s tide washes ashore and breath hangs in clouds that break apart without sound. All is silent in the deep night e’en death’s hidden abyss calms, it’s cadence quiet. Sarn looked at the forest’s brooding profile spreading in an untamed jumble that let few pass unhindered as monks in a file process ’round twin circles of standing stones, chanting holy … Continue reading The Longest Night

Fairies Interrupted

Fairies Interrupted (story continued from A Fool for Christmas) The fairies crouched on a wardrobe, peaked through curving woodwork that crowned the heavy piece. A father and son slept on as they drew power once again from Christmas’ peace. Spinning a web from threads of holiday fun; winding in snow, mistletoe, presents beneath the tree; ho hos, cookie filled days, blended with carols, candle mass and sleighs… until the spell almost burst with good cheer. ‘Fore they could loose it, a voice insisted, a door opened, a man hurried in here. He shook awake the father, insisted that he rise, a lost … Continue reading Fairies Interrupted