“The pearl is the queen of gems, and the gem of queens.”  ~ Grace Kelly

Prologue

Five kingdoms surrounded the massive forest, which paralleled the mountain chain dividing the upper realms from the lower ones.  The three kingdoms of the lower lands bordered the South Sea, while those to the north were rich with precious metals and gemstone deposits. 

The main trading route that connected these two realms ran along the east side of the forest, then through the one and only mountain pass that could be used year-round, before heading south towards the sea.  To take another route would have added weeks, if not months, to the trip. 

Since this made the road a likely target for bandits, it was heavily patrolled by royal guards from all five kingdoms.  However, along the north side of the forest, there was little need for such patrols.  This was one of many routes taken from one kingdom to another.  It is here that our story begins…

Chapter 1

Pearl looked up from the book she was reading.  “How much longer until we’re back in our own kingdom?”

Mrs. Harrison smiled.  “Another hour I’d guess.”  The woman looked over at her husband.  “It will be nice to be home.”

“It will indeed,” Mr. Harrison agreed.  He glanced out the window of the carriage.  “Looks like the guards are slowing down.”

“So are we,” Pearl observed.  “I wonder if one of the horses is having a problem?”

“I’m sure the horses are just fine,” Mr. Harrison replied.  As they stopped, he opened the carriage door.  “I’ll be right back.”

Mrs. Harrison nodded, then looked over at Pearl.  “This will give you time to finish your book, Princess Pearl.”

“You don’t have to call me Princess Pearl,” she replied.  “Pearl is just fine.  You’ve known me my entire life.”

“And your mother before you,” Mrs. Harrison said.  “Such a beautiful queen she was too.”  Her eyes clouded.  “I still miss them.”

“As do I,” Pearl agreed.  “He was such a wonderful king.  And she was so smart and strong…beautiful and kind.  I don’t know that I’ll ever be as good a ruler as they were.”

“Don’t say anything like that again, Your Majesty.”  Mrs. Harrison looked stern, then smiled.  “At least, not in front of anyone but me.”

Pearl smiled back, then turned to the window.  “I wonder what’s taking so long.”

Mrs. Harrison pulled the curtain back and gasped.  “Run, Pearl!” She quickly opened the door on the other side of the carriage and practically pushed the princess out.  “Run to the forest and don’t look back!”

Pearl did as she was told.  She jumped out and ran as fast as she could towards the trees. 

“We made it,” Pearl whispered, glancing behind her as she reached the trees.  “Don’t worry, we’ll send for help.  Whatever these bandits want, my uncle will take care of it….”

She stopped talking as she realized Mrs. Harrison was not with her.  Hiding behind a large fir tree, she cautiously looked back at the carriage. As it rolled forward, she saw the figures lying on the ground. They weren’t moving.

“You idiot!” a man yelled.  “There was no need to do that.”

“They would never have gone along with it,” the man replied, and Pearl recognized his voice.  He was one of her guards.

“Well, how are you going to explain this?” the other man demanded.  “He said he only wanted you to take care of the princess.  And to make it look like an accident.”

Pearl shrank against the tree and closed her eyes.  Everything started to spin, and she willed herself to breathe.  “I can do this,” she whispered.  “I have to do this.”

“Take the bodies out by the road,” the first man instructed.  “And for the love of everything holy, find that girl!”

The guards started moving towards the woods, so Pearl ran.  Wiping her eyes, she told herself she would mourn her friends later.  Right now, she needed to focus on getting away.  Her uncle would punish whoever was responsible for this.  Why would anyone want to kill her?  She was no threat.  If anything, she was almost old enough to wed and an alliance would be an asset to any of the other kingdoms.

She heard the men yelling to each other as they moved through the forest.  “She’s over here!” one shouted.  “Never mind, it’s only a deer moving in the brush.”

“Find her!” another shouted back.  “She can’t make it back to the castle.  The instructions were very clear.”

She heard the water before she saw it.  She’d never been in this forest, but she recognized the sound.  They had a small waterfall in the wooded area behind the castle.  She slipped off her cape and threw it into the water, hoping she wouldn’t regret that later.  The nights were cold this far north. 

She carefully walked along the rocks and back into the trees.  With any luck, they would think she slipped and fell into the water.  She ducked down and waited as the men got closer.

“She’s not here,” a man said.  “She must have fallen in the water.”

“Lord Jarrod will not be happy,” another voice replied.  “He will want proof that we accomplished our task.” 

Pearl put a hand over her mouth to stop the sob.  Her uncle was behind this?  But why?

“Get the cape,” the man said.  She recognized him as the one yelling at the guard earlier.

“What do we do now?” a man asked. 

Pearl heard a groan and then a splash. 

“You don’t do anything,” the man replied.  “I can’t abide failure.”

Pearl stayed where she was for a long time, then cautiously went back towards the carriage.  What she saw shocked her.  All the guards were dead.  Every one of them.  Those who had been loyal to her as well as the traitors. 

She slowly walked over to the carriage and glanced around, then bent down to brush her hand against Mildred’s cheek.  She would never have allowed the princess to call her by her first name, but that’s how Pearl would always remember her. 

The man responsible for all this was gone, and he’d taken the horses with him.  Or he’d let them go.  Either way, she had no way to travel but to walk. 

She took a breath and spun around.  There was no way back.  She had to move forward.  The only two people she could have trusted were gone.  She wiped her eyes and walked into the forest.

Chapter 2

The shadows were growing long as Pearl walked through the trees.  She’d found a path and managed to stay close to the water, but it was getting dark.  Soon, she’d have to find somewhere to spend the night. 

She’d hoped the river might take her to a small village or at least a cottage.  She glanced around, worried that if she left the water she would get truly lost in this huge forest.

“I have to find someplace to sleep,” she said out loud, then smiled.  She had a habit of talking to herself when she focused on a problem.  At least, no one would hear her this time.  She stopped smiling as she imagined herself safe in her own bed at home.  Home.  Would she ever see it again?

“It’s your castle,” she reminded herself.  “Not your uncle’s.” 

“I could not agree more,” a woman’s voice said.

Pearl spun around, but no one was there.  “I must have imagined it,” she whispered.

“I hardly think so,” the voice replied.  “If you look a little more carefully, I am sure you will agree.”

Pearl moved closer to the large ash tree on her right.  She noticed three piles of stones placed in a semi-circle around it.

“There are two more on the other side,” the voice said.  “See for yourself.”

“I believe you,” Pearl replied, moving closer to the tree.  She carefully touched the bark, then gasped as it seemed to pull away from the tree.

Pearl backed away as the bark slowly changed into a long, brown dress.  Then the woman appeared.  She had dark hair and eyes with pale skin. 

“I am Melia.”  The woman took a step closer, and Pearl forced herself not to move further away.

“I am Pearl, Princess of the…” she stopped as she considered the rest of that sentence.

“Princess of the Five Kingdoms, Heir to the Astorial Throne, and Daughter of Roland the Great and Brianna of Thorin.”  Melia smiled.  “Did I forget anything?”

Pearl shook her head. 

“It is important to know where we belong in the world,” Melia continued, “and you do not belong here.”

Pearl wiped an eye.  “I’m sorry, but I have nowhere else to go.”

“I am aware of that,” Melia replied, glancing past Pearl.  “I was told you were coming.  I am a Dryad and look after this part of the forest.” 

“A Dryad?” Pearl repeated.  “Do you mean a tree nymph?”

“Not exactly.”  Melia smiled.  “However, if that makes it easier for you, I am content with that term.”

Pearl wondered if she’d fallen asleep from exhaustion and was now dreaming.  She’d read about tree nymphs, but never imagined they might actually exist. 

Melia took her hand.  Pearl expected it to be rough like bark, but it was incredibly smooth and warm to the touch.  “Even though you do not belong here, I am happy to help you.”  She smiled.  “And perhaps, you could help me.”

Pearl had read enough stories to know one didn’t enter into an agreement with a magical being lightly.  “What do you mean?”

Melia looked around at the other trees.  “I cannot leave the forest, but you can.”  She let go of Pearl’s hand.  “We will discuss that later.  For now, you need food and warmth.” 

“Is there a village nearby?” Peal asked hopefully.

“No,” Melia replied.  “However, there is a group of miners staying in a cottage nearby.”  She looked at Pearl more closely.  “Take off your jewels and hide them under that pile of stones to your right.  No one will bother them there.”

“As you wish,” Pearl replied.  “I am happy to pay for your help.”

“Silly girl, I do not need your jewels,” Melia said rather sharply, then smiled.  “I forget you are not used to our ways.  You must blend in with the others, or you will be at risk.”

“A fair point,” Pearl agreed, slipping off her rings and other jewels, then quickly putting them under the stones.

“And your dress will surely give you away,” Melia added.  “Hide it under those leaves by the jewels.”

Pearl slipped off her dress and did as she was told.  Glancing down at her long chemise, she realized it was too clean.  Grabbing some dirt, she rubbed it along the bottom.  “What do you think?”

“You will need a story about what happened to your dress,” Melia replied.  “Tell them you were running from wolves…”

“Wolves?” Pearl repeated, eyes wide as she glanced around.

“Yes, but they will not bother you tonight.”  Melia shook her head slightly.  “Pearl, you must pay attention.  You need to be convincing if you want to stay with them.” 

Pearl nodded, trying not to think about the wolves.

“You will tell them you are Ulster’s granddaughter, come down to visit,” Melia continued.  “I know Ulster will be away for several months.  He left unexpectedly for one of the Southern Kingdoms and will not return for some time.”

“I am Ulster’s granddaughter,” Pearl repeated.  “Is there anything else?”

Melia looked at her for a long moment.  “Give me your hand again.”

Pearl held it out and Melia took it and closed her eyes.  “You have a bit of wood magic, which is to be expected in these parts…but I also sense a very strong lineage of water magic.”  She opened her eyes.  “This could be of great use to you.”

“How?” Pearl asked.

“We will talk about that later,” Melia replied, and Pearl heard a howl from far away.  “Take this,” Melia continued, picking up a small stone and placing it in Pearl’s hand.  “It will help you focus your energy and make your story more convincing.”

Pearl looked down at the stone, then closed her hand.  “Thank you.”

“Come back tomorrow, and we will finish our discussion,” Melia said, pointing to the path.  “Take this around the next two bends and you will see the lights of the cottage through the trees.  And remember, you were running from wolves.”

As Pearl started down the path, she heard the howling again, but this time much closer.  She quickly glanced behind her, then ran as fast as she could towards the lights of the cottage.

Chapter 3

Pearl was almost out of breath as she knocked on the door.  She didn’t know if the wolves were behind her or not, and she didn’t want to find out.  She knocked again, but this time even harder.

“Who is it?” a man demanded, swinging the door open.

“My name is Pearl.  I’m Ulster’s granddaughter.  Is he here?”  She waited for the man to take a step back, so she could enter.

“Granddaughter?” the man repeated.  “I don’t remember Ulster saying anything about a granddaughter.”

“Step aside and let the lass in,” another man said.  He took one look at Pearl and grabbed a cloak off a hook by the door.  “You must be chilled to the bone.”

Pearl accepted the cloak and quickly wrapped it around her.  “Thank you.”

“Come, sit by the fire,” the second man offered.  “I’m Callum and the rude one over there is Daniel.”

Pearl smiled slightly.  “I appreciate your hospitality.”  She glanced around the cottage.  “Is my grandfather here?”

“Ulster left a few days ago,” a third man said, walking in from the other room.  He looked younger than the other two.  “You could use some tea.”

“That would be very nice,” Pearl replied.

“I’m Ross,” the man said.  He gave her a quick smile, then went back into the kitchen.

“Get her something to eat,” Callum added.  “There’s stew left.”

“Might as well bring some bread with it,” Daniel said.  “What happened to your…well, the rest of your clothes?”

“There was some trouble on the road,” Pearl replied.  “One of the horses came up lame.”  She took a sip of the tea Ross set in front of her.  “I didn’t have enough money for a room, and the men said the cottage was only a short walk through the forest.”

“More than a short walk,” Ross said.

“Yes, it was,” Pearl agreed.  “And then I heard the wolves howling and started running down the path, but my dress got caught in some branches.  I decided to leave the dress and make a run for the cottage.”

“Probably for the best,” Callum replied.  “We’ll help you find it and the rest of your luggage tomorrow.  Eat your food, then you can sleep by the fire.”

“Thank you,” Pearl said, taking a bite of stew.  “This is good.”

“Surprised?” Daniel asked.

“Not at all.”  Pearl smiled.  “Just very grateful.”

When she’d finished eating, Pearl stretched out on the blanket by the fire.  It was the warmest place in the cottage, and she was very tired.

“Get some sleep,” Callum said.  “If you need anything, we’ll be upstairs.”

Pearl nodded and tried to cover a yawn.  “Thank you.”

“And don’t worry,” Callum added.  “Your Ulster’s granddaughter, which makes you family to us as well.”  He smiled slightly.  “Get some rest, Lass.  No one will bother you tonight.”

Pearl wrapped the blanket around herself more tightly and closed her eyes.

The next morning, she woke up with a start.  It took Pearl a moment to remember where she was and what had happened.  She’d been using the cloak they’d given her last night as a pillow.  Pulling it around her chemise, she quickly stood up and walked past the table into the small kitchen.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked Ross.  He seemed to be responsible for the cooking, and she had to admit she didn’t have many skills in that area.

“I’d appreciate you filling this bucket with water,” Ross replied.  “The well is just out that door, but you might want to get dressed first.

She looked over at the clothes folded on the chair.  She’d walked right past them a moment ago.  “Are those for me?”

“At least, until you find your dress.”  Ross couldn’t help the smile.  “It might be best to wear my tunic and leggings for now.  It’s a good thing you kept your boots.”

Pearl glanced down; thankful she’d chosen practicality over fashion for her trip home.  “I got these from my family before I left.”

Ross nodded.  “Take the clothes over by the fire, and I’ll stay here while you dress.  Callum and Daniel are out chopping more wood, so you won’t be bothered.”

Pearl realized they’d left the fire going all night for her.  “I’ll be just a moment,” she promised, “then I’ll get the water for you.”

As she walked over to the well, she wrapped the cloak around her.  The breeze was chilly this early in the morning.  The area around the well was beaten down to bare dirt, so she set the bucket down and started pulling on the rope.

“You’re not Ross,” a voice behind her said.

Pearl spun around to see two men standing there.  “I’m Ulster’s granddaughter,” she explained.

“You have an interesting choice of wardrobe,” the man on the left replied.  “I took you for a boy.”

“Leave the lass alone,” Callum said, walking up with an armload of wood.  “Your timing is good.  We’re just about to eat.”

“I’m Walter,” the man on the right said, bowing slightly.  “This is my brother, Liam.”

“I can introduce myself,” Liam replied.  “Ulster’s granddaughter,” he added, looking at Callum.  “I didn’t know he had one.”

“Neither did we,” Callum admitted, “but I told the lass she could stay until he gets back.”

“How soon will that be?” Liam asked, smiling at Pearl.

Callum raised an eyebrow.  “Why don’t you take the firewood inside?  Seeing as you seem to have so much energy.”

Liam took the wood and walked over to the side door.  “Ross, what’s for breakfast?”

“I’ll get the water.”  Pearl said, pulling on the rope again.

“Never mind that,” Callum replied.  “You go help the others with breakfast.  I need to have a private word with Walter.”

Pearl nodded and went back to the cottage, wondering how she would ever find a dress in these woods.  All she’d met were men!  While she had never worn a tunic and leggings before, they were surprisingly comfortable.  She’d almost regret going back to the dress.

Chapter 4

As Pearl walked into the kitchen, Liam was shaking his head.  “I haven’t heard anything.”

Ross turned to her.  “I don’t know how much your grandfather told you, but we’re having a bit of a problem with the king.”

“The king?” Pearl repeated.  “No, he didn’t.”

“The king wants us to do all the hard work but not pay us for our trouble,” Liam said, putting the wood down by the stove.  “It’s not what we were promised.”

“No, it’s not,” Ross agreed.  Looking at Pearl, he smiled.  “Nothing for you to worry about.  Since Ulster is gone, do you plan to return home?”  He glanced over at Liam.  “You think the old man could have sent a letter or something.”

“He probably did,” Pearl said.  “I really don’t have anywhere else to go…and I spent most of my money getting here.  Do you know if they are hiring at the nearest village?”

“That depends,” Liam replied.  “What can you do?”

Pearl raised an eyebrow.  “I would imagine it’s not that difficult to serve ale or bring out a plate of stew.”

“So, you’ve not done any of that work then?” Liam asked, winking at Ross.  “Maybe we should see how well you do.  Why don’t you serve us our breakfast this morning?”

“All right, I will.”  Pearl picked up the mugs and walked through the doorway, setting them on the table.  “Where’s the silverware?”

“The what?” Ross couldn’t help a laugh.  “You mean the forks?  There’s no silver here.”

“Of course,” Pearl said, reminding herself to be more careful.  “That’s what everyone calls it at home.”

“Everyone but Ulster…” Ross began as Walter and Callum walked into the room. 

“We need to talk,” Callum announced.  “Walter has some disturbing news, and it may impact our situation.”

“There’s been a kidnapping.”  Walter shook his head.  “The young princess from the next kingdom was on her way home when bandits attacked.  There’s no sign of her or the horses, but all the guards and her companions were killed.”

“This means there will be more guards searching the woods,” Callum said.  “We need to be careful with our comings and goings.  If the king finds out where we are, there will be trouble.”

Pearl wondered what exactly was going on.  Callum met her look and nodded slightly.  “Being Ulster’s granddaughter, I guess you have a right to know.    He went to the Southern Kingdoms to find more men.  We’re on strike and the king isn’t too happy about it.”

“Well, we’re not too happy about not getting what was promised,” Walter replied.

“Which is why we’re staying here,” Callum continued.  “We walked out, and the other men threatened to quit as well.  That didn’t sit well with the man in charge.”

“Aye, Lord Parker was not amused,” Ross agreed.  “Put our names up for arrest and now we’re hiding from the Sheriff.”

“And my grandfather was behind this?” Pearl asked.

“Aye, Pearl…you know how he is.” Ross smiled.  “Got right up in Parker’s face he did.  Told him no man works for a pittance.”

Pearl smiled.  “I can imagine.  So, where does that leave us?”

“Well, you can go to the village,” Liam replied.  “There’s no warrant out for your arrest.”

“And when they ask me where I’m from?” Pearl asked.  “Should I tell them I’m here to visit my grandfather?  The one who started the strike.”

Walter glanced at Callum, who shrugged.  “What do you suggest?”

“You have a missing princess, several murders, guards searching the woods, and you’re wanted criminals.”  Pearl held Callum’s gaze.  “I think it’s time you make the most of this chaos.”

“And how do we do that?” Callum asked.

“By taking back what’s yours,” Pearl said, thinking of her own kingdom.

“What do you have in mind?” Liam asked with a slow smile.

“We get the money you were promised,” Pearl replied.  “And we start with this Lord Parker.”

Callum shook his head.  “I don’t think you know how difficult that would be, but you’re right about one thing.  We can take advantage of this chaos.”

“It would give us time to meet with the men.  Convince them to stop work in the mines once and for all,” Walter said.

“I think Pearl has the right idea.” Liam smiled.  “I’d like to give Parker a taste of his own medicine.”

“So, would I,” Ross agreed.

They all turned as the door opened and Daniel walked in.  “This business with the missing princess is going to be trouble.”  He looked at Pearl.  “I don’t suppose you noticed anything on the road?”

“Not a thing,” Pearl replied, “but our attention was focused on the horse.  When we realized we wouldn’t be traveling any further, I made my way here.”

“And ran into those wolves.”  Callum held her gaze for a moment, then looked at her outfit.  “Maybe you should go find your dress.”

Pearl knew she’d been dismissed.  She wasn’t used to that but realized no one was going to treat her like a princess here.  As she turned towards the door, Callum added, “Take the cloak.  The wind hasn’t let up.”

She nodded as she picked up the cloak and went out the door. 

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"A rose by any other name..." ~ Shakespeare

Chapter 1

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Celsiana, who lived in a castle surrounded by gardens.  The queen, who loved flowers, had named her daughter for a favorite rose bush that she and the king received as a wedding gift.  Celsiana roses are pink and slowly turn white as they age, so it should have come as no surprise that their little princess would one day transform into a very capable young woman.

The gardens around the castle were quite large and completely surrounded by a high stone wall.   Beyond the wall, there was the village on one side and a meadow on the other.  A river wound along the edge of the village, then cut through the meadow before it disappeared into the woods beyond.

Celsiana loved the gardens almost as much as her mother did, but she often wished she could visit the young people in the village.  Her parents allowed a few girls to come to the castle, but they were always so in awe of the surroundings that they seemed more nervous than happy to be there.

Her two older brothers used to spend time with her, but now all they wanted to do was go hunting or travel to distant kingdoms.  Celsiana decided it was time to talk to her parents about visiting the village.

“But my dear, you do have companions,” her mother said, smiling at the king.  “Your father and I had some young ladies visit the castle only last week.”

“Yes, but I would like to visit them in the village,” Celsiana replied, tucking a strand of dark blonde hair into place.  “They seem so uncomfortable here in the castle, and I wish to visit this school they talk about.”

“The school?” her father repeated.  “Why would you want to go to a school, when we have the best tutors available right here?”

“Perhaps those tutors could work at the school,” Celsiana thought…then realized she’d said it out loud.

Her parents were looking at each other in shock.  “Send the tutors to the school…” her father said.  “Why would I do that?”

“Because then, I would fit in with the other girls.”  Celsiana stood tall and continued.  “I could go to school with them, and we would all learn about philosophy and science.”  She knew her father was very fond of both subjects.

Her mother smiled for a moment and took her husband’s hand.  “I remember feeling the same way before I met you.”  She glanced over at her daughter.  “Maybe we should invite some other royal families to the castle.  Soon, Celsiana will be old enough to marry…and meeting some eligible prospects now might be a good idea.”

Celsiana realized this conversation was not going as she’d hoped.  “Mother, I do not want to meet eligible young men.  I wish to be with people my own age.  Have girlfriends.  Be normal.”

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“Bound by a spell, what can one do?  Find the belief to know what is true.” ~ The Apprentice’s Handbook

Chapter 1

The vase crashed to the floor, glass shattering and water spreading across the tiles.  Felicia bent down to pick up the roses as the housekeeper hurried into the room.

“What have you done now?” she demanded.

Felicia dropped the flowers and tucked her dark hair back into place.  “I’ll get my things,” she said.

“I think that might be best,” the housekeeper replied.

This was Felicia’s third job in as many months.  Every time she thought she may have found her place in life, she managed to ruin it.   This had been her last hope after the disaster at the dressmaker’s shop and the misunderstanding with the birthday cake at the bakery.  Why would anyone put salt and sugar in similar containers and not label them?

“There must be something I can do to prove myself,” she muttered as she packed her few belongings.  “Everyone has to be good at something.”

In the orphanage, Felicia had spent most of her time reading to the other children.  She loved books and brought the characters to life as she told the stories.

“What I need is a way to be around books without dusting them,” Felicia whispered, passing the study on the first floor and nodding to the housekeeper on her way out.

As she walked out onto the square, she looked up and smiled.  It was beginning to snow.  Felicia loved winter, but she would need to find a place to stay.  This might be a good night to visit her friend Eva, who was always there if she needed a warm bed and a hot meal.  They had been like sisters since they met at the orphanage.

“I’m sorry to just show up on your doorstep,” Felicia said as Eva invited her in.

“You’re in time to help me with dinner,” Eva replied.  Glancing at her sideways, she added, “Do you want me to show you where we keep the salt?”

“Very funny.”  Felicia shook her head as she set down her things.  “At least, you label your kitchen ingredients.”

“True,” Eva replied.  She gave Felicia a quick hug, then took her to the fire.  “Sit down here and have a cup of tea.  You look like you’ve been out there for quite a while.”

“Thank you,” Felicia said.  She warmed her hands and took a sip.  “You always did make the best tea.”  She smiled as Eva offered her a plate.  “And cookies.”

“Enjoy them, then take your things upstairs.”  Eva went back to her cooking.  She was taller than Felicia and had light blonde hair that curled on its own but was now pinned out of the way.  “William left the baby at his mother’s today, so I could give the place a good cleaning.”  She smiled.  “I was very fortunate to find such a good man…with a very helpful family.”

Felicia nodded.  “He’s wonderful, but I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage of you.  I’ll have another position within a day or two.”

“Stay as long as you need,” Eva said.  “I can always use help with the baby.”

“You know I’d love that, but I need to find a purpose and make my own way in the world.”  Felicia glanced around.  “You’ve made a very good life for yourself, and I need to do the same.  It may not include marriage and family, but I know there’s something out there for me.”

“I’m sure you could have any man you wanted,” Eva replied.  “All that long dark hair and big blue eyes, but I know you’ve always seen yourself doing more.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that this isn’t…” Felicia began.

“Save your apology,” Eva said.  “I’ve known you most of your life, and you’ve always had this need to prove yourself.”  She smiled.  “I’m sure once you do, you’ll find true love as well.”

Felicia shook her head.  “You and your fairytales.  They were always your favorite.”

“That’s because you made the characters seem so real,” Eva replied.  “Go ahead and get settled.  We’ll eat in about an hour.”

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“Kindness is like snow. It beautifies everything it touches.” ~ Kahlil Gibran

Trixie looked down at her long pink dress and smoothed out an imaginary wrinkle.  The dress was perfect, but she was nervous.  She’d never been part of a wedding before. Elves weren’t usually invited as bridesmaids.

“Relax,” she heard Kristov say behind her.  “You look beautiful.”

“It’s my job to make sure the bride looks beautiful.”  Trixie turned around and smiled. “But thank you.”  She reached up and straightened his bow tie.  “You look very handsome in your suit, too.”

“It’s a tuxedo,” Kristov replied, moving his shoulders a little.  “Not something I’d usually want to wear, but for Hob and Felicia…I’d do just about anything.”

“I know what you mean,” Trixie agreed.  “They are the best friends I’ve ever had.  Except for you and Nora…and Oliver.”

Kristov smiled and thought about kissing her, but now was not the time or place.  Instead, he reached down and moved a long curl of her auburn hair back over her shoulder.  “I’ll see you in the garden.”

She nodded and watched him walk outside, then turned and started up the stairs to help Felicia and Nora get ready.

Nora was standing in the hall outside Felicia’s room.  “Eva is here,” she whispered.  “We’re saying we all met on that shopping trip.”

Trixie nodded.  Eva was human, and they couldn’t very well tell her the truth.  A pixie and an elf as bridesmaids?  Trixie smiled and followed Nora into the room.

“Trixie, you’re here,” Felicia said, looking over to Eva. “Eva, this is my friend I told you about.”

Eva smiled.  “Felicia told me all about how the three of you had such adventures on that shopping trip for Mr. Oliver.”

“It was definitely an adventure,” Nora agreed.  “Do you need us to get anything while you help Felicia with her hair?”

“Actually, we are missing something blue,” Eva said, quickly pinning up a lock of Felicia’s hair.  “I meant to bring some earrings with me, but I couldn’t find them anywhere.”

“Faeries will do that,” Nora said, then smiled.  “If the old legends are to be believed…”

“Hide a precious item on someone’s wedding day?” Felicia asked.  “Why am I not surprised?”

Eva laughed.  “What do you think Trixie?”

“I think I have something blue,” Trixie replied, opening the small handbag she had with her.  “I was going to give this back to Oliver today, but I haven’t seen him yet.”

The others watched as Trixie pulled out a small white handkerchief with lace edges.  She opened it to reveal embroidered flowers in two shades of blue.

“It’s lovely!” Felicia exclaimed.  “This belongs to Oliver?”

“Technically, it belonged to his wife,” Trixie explained.  “Nora’s aunt found it and asked me to return it.”

“Nora’s aunt knew Oliver’s wife…” Felicia began, then realized they couldn’t really discuss the Pixie Queen in front of Eva.

“She’d want you to use it,” Nora assured her. “And so would Oliver.”

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“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.” ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett

Chapter 1

Michela carefully pushed the dirt around the plant with her fingers.  The miniature red rose was small, but perfect for the fairy garden.   Once it grew up the side of the stone castle to the balcony, it would look like something Robin Hood could climb to visit Maid Marion.  Even if the castle was only 18 inches tall, the details were amazing.

Michela sat back on her heels and smiled.  Just a few more touches and this part of the garden would be finished.

“Would you like some sweet tea?” her Aunt Ida asked, looking around the edge of the house.  “I’m going to make some to have with the cookies.  The first batch should be out of the oven in a few minutes.

“That would be lovely,” Michela replied, brushing her dark blonde bangs off her forehead with the back of her glove.  “It’s warm today!”

“I’ll say,” Ida agreed.  “I almost didn’t turn on the oven, but I promised to bring cookies tonight for the Women’s Club meeting.”

Michela smiled.  “Do you want me to drive you there?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” her aunt replied.  “Days are long this time of year, and I’ll be home before dark.”

“Let me put things away, and I’ll be right in,” Michela said, placing her tools in the large basket.  “And I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

“You’re a dear.”  Ida smiled and disappeared around the edge of the house. 

Michela brushed off her jeans as she stood up and looked carefully at the garden.  Maybe she should add a few violas between the moss and miniature evergreens.  They would be a good division between the fairy forest and the green space.  Her mother had always used moss for the grounds around the castle.

“I think you’d like it this year, Mom,” she said quietly.  “With the new arbors along the garden path and the second bridge over the water, it’s really added more interest to the open area between the castle and the cottages.”

The fairy garden took up a good portion of the side yard.  The area had been overgrown with old juniper shrubs when they’d moved in, but her mother had insisted they pull those out.  They started the fairy garden when Michela was six years old.  They’d worked on it every spring and all through the summer for eight seasons, then her mother had gotten sick.  That’s when Aunt Ida had moved in and helped take care of them. 

Michela took one last look at the garden, remembering her mother’s last summer.  “You keep working on it,” she’d said.  “I know you’ve gotten too old to believe in fairies, but I want you to have a place that’s special.  Something to remember me by.”

As if she’d needed that.  Her mother would always be with her…but working in the fairy garden did make her happy.  So many little details that brought back fond memories or special moments of their time together.

Michela picked up the basket and walked around the house to the back stairs.  As she came into the kitchen, Ida said, “You’ve got dirt on your forehead.  Better wash up.”

“Don’t I always?” Michela asked, then laughed.  “I mean wash up, not necessarily have dirt on my forehead.”

“I’d say yes to both,” Ida replied, smiling.  “I’ve got tea on the table and cookies cooling.  They’ll be ready to sample in a few minutes.”

Michela took a bite of the cookie and smiled.  “So good!” she said as she finished chewing.  “The chocolate is just perfect.  Melty, but not too hot.”

“You and your melty,” Aunt Ida replied, shaking her head.  “I’m glad you like them.”

“I’d better not eat too many.”  Michela raised an eyebrow.  “Unless, you made a few extra…”

“Don’t I always?” Aunt Ida smiled.  “I made an extra two dozen for us, which still leaves plenty to take to my meeting.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” Michela asked.  “I don’t want you to have to worry about the time.” 

“The doctor said I’m fine as long as I don’t drive in the dark,” Ida reminded her.  “And this meeting won’t take very long.  We’re discussing the book donations for next month.  We want to make sure we have plenty of children’s stories for the bookstore.”

“I think it’s great that you make sure every child has a book to read in the summer.”  Michela looked over at the long row of bookcases along the far wall.  “Mom always loved her books.”

“She gets that from our mother.”  Aunt Ida beamed.  “She was quite the reader.  In fact, she even wrote a few stories.”

“I didn’t know that,” Michela replied.  “How did you and mom never mention it?”

“Oh, they were just cute little stories about animals and gardens, the occasional fairytale.”  Ida looked over at the bookcase.  “I don’t think we even saved any of them.  She wrote them in notebooks that she’d read to us at bedtime.”  She smiled.  “Now, I wish we’d asked her about them.  Of course, that might be where your mother got the idea for the fairy garden.”

“She did mention she loved fairy stories as a girl,” Michela agreed.  “I wonder if those notebooks might be with Aunt Jane.”

“Maybe,” Ida replied.  “Jane is the oldest, and she did go through our mother’s things when she passed.”  Ida wiped an eye.  “Your mother was in college and I was out of the country.”

“You were serving our country,” Michela reminded her.  “And I’ve always been very proud of that.”

“It was mostly paper pushing,” Ida replied.  “I wasn’t the one on the front lines.”

“Still very important if you ask me,” Michela said.  “Can I get you some more tea?”

“That would be nice, Dear.”  Ida smiled.  “I think I’ll just sit here and take it easy for an hour.  If you’re sure you don’t mind cleaning up.”

“I’ll clean up any time you make such wonderful cookies,” Michela replied.

Chapter 2

Michela had just put away the last pan, when the doorbell rang.  “I’ll get it,” she said, not wanting her aunt to get up from her chair in the living room.

As she opened the door, a man in a suit was standing there.  “Are you Miss Michela Daniels?”

“Yes, I am,” Michela replied.  “Can I…”

“This is for you.”  The man handed her a large envelope.  “Call the office if you have any questions.” 

“Questions about what?” Michela began, but the man turned and walked down the front steps back to his car.

“What is it?” Ida asked.

“I don’t know.”  Michela sat down on the sofa and opened the envelope.  “What a strange man.  You think he could have told us what this business was about.”  She quickly read over the cover letter.  “It seems someone wants to buy our house.”  She looked up at Ida. 

“But it’s not for sale,” Ida said.  “Unless, you…”

“No.”  Michela shook her head.  “I still haven’t decided what to do in the fall.  And I certainly would have talked to you first.”

Ida nodded.  “Well, your mother left you this house.  You should decide what you think best.”

Michela got up and gave her aunt a quick hug.  “Aunt Ida, this is our house.”

“Thank you, Dear.”  Ida patted her hand.  “You’re very sweet, but we both know you might be going to college in the fall.”

“I’ve been accepted,” Michela said, “but that doesn’t mean I have to go.” 

Ida glanced at her watch.  “I’m going to be late if I don’t get a move on.”  She smiled.  “Why don’t you leave that business until tomorrow?” she asked, looking at the envelope.  “We can talk about it after breakfast.”

Michela nodded.  “That’s a good idea.”

After Ida left, Michela thought about it for a few moments, then decided to read the rest of the contents in the envelope.  A firm called Wilson & Associates had received a request to find out if the property was available.  They had an interested party willing to offer fair market value. 

“They don’t even list a price,” Michela muttered to herself, glancing around the room.  “I don’t want to sell.”  She rubbed a hand over her face, then looked up at the photo of her mother on the fireplace mantle.  “Mom, I don’t want to sell.  I know you always dreamed of me going to college, but I just can’t do it.  I can’t sell the last thing that reminds me of you.”

Michela pushed the papers aside and went out the back door.  Walking around the house, she ended up at the fairy garden.  She sank down and sat on the grass, running her finger along the edge of the garden.  “I just can’t do it, Mom.  I’ll have to find another way.”

She knew her mother had wanted her to go to college, but Michela had no idea what she wanted to do.  Most of her friends knew exactly what they wanted to do with their lives, but Michela had thought maybe she’d find something that interested her at college.  She liked to do many things, but none of them seemed to be a career choice. 

Michela leaned over and moved the little elf closer to the castle.  He always seemed to end up back in the moss.  She guessed it was the neighbor’s cat investigating.  She was just thankful that’s all he did in the garden.  He seemed to leave the birds and the rest of the figurines alone.

She smiled as a soft breeze blew the fragrance of alyssum towards her.  She should plant some petunias here.  They would be a little large, but the butterflies and moths would love it.

“Oh Mom, what am I going to do?” she whispered.  “If we stay, I’ll have to find something to do.  Even with the house paid in full, there are still utilities, insurance, taxes…so many expenses.”  She paused.  “Or I could spend my college fund.”

Her parents had set that up for her when she was just a baby.  It wasn’t much, but it as enough to cover the first few years of her state college tuition.

“Aunt Ida gave up a lot to come stay with us,” she continued, running her hand along the wall of the castle.  “If I used that money, I could make a few changes.  Otherwise, she’s going to have to start looking at retirement homes.  If she had a main floor bedroom and a full bath, she could stay right here.”

Michela felt the breeze again, and this time it smelled like lily of the valley.  She glanced around.  Those had stopped blooming long ago, but it was her mother’s favorite perfume.  She smiled and nodded to herself.  “I’m going to take this as a sign, Mom.  That you want me to stay here and take care of Aunt Ida.”

She stood up and brushed off her hands.  It was finally decided.  College would have to wait for now…and she was not selling the house.

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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ~ W.B. Yeats

Prologue

A long time ago, the lands were new and green, surrounded by the bluest water imaginable.  All sorts of plant and animal life flourished on the lands and in the waters.  To the First Ones who came to this land, it was a paradise. 

For many generations, the people enjoyed long life and prosperity.  Artisans and craftspeople developed unique and beautiful methods for their work and eventually, the lovely lands were known for the wonderful items its people produced.

As the First Ones continued to live in freedom and harmony, they explored the more spiritual side of their beliefs.  They discovered that it was possible to reach a state of sublime oneness with all the plants and creatures in their lands and waters.  They slowly specialized in these various abilities as they had their arts and crafts.  For some, this ability led them to ascend to a higher plane of existence, while others chose to remain in the beautiful lands they loved.

After many, many generations, those who remained found they lived longer than their predecessors.  They were able to do more creative tasks with their new abilities, which some considered magic.  The people’s appearance changed slightly as they began reflecting these new abilities.

Far beyond their lands, there was rumor of a great lord, who envied the First Ones and their magic.  It was said that he was raising an army to take the land and the people who dwelled there.  He also planned to learn the secrets of the plants and animals, believing they somehow held the key to the magical abilities of the inhabitants.  He would come and strip the land of everything that made it special, then bring it all back to his own kingdom.

The First Ones could have left and traveled to other places. Some even thought about following the few who had ascended to the higher plane of existence, but that would do nothing to protect their lands and all that they loved.  So, they decided to stay and fight the lord.  They had no weapons, no defenses…only their magic.

As the lord arrived, they used their tricks and conjuring to confuse the soldiers and keep them contained to the beaches.  After many weeks, the soldiers grew tired of fighting and started to appreciate the beauty of the lands they saw.  Many left the lord as he slept, escaping to the lands beyond…and he was forced to start guarding his own men.  Those loyal to him encouraged the lord to fight one final battle, and defeat the magical beings, while they still had enough troops to be victorious. 

The lord had brought a lady with him, who was both beautiful and mysterious.  She was rumored to be a powerful sorceress and it was said she possessed a magic much darker than any found in this land.  The lord asked his lady for a way to defeat the First Ones and let him possess all that they had.

She told him it would cost him everything he desired, but she would do as he asked.  They would rule together, and he would do as she commanded.  The lord agreed, for he desired the secrets of the lands so much he had to have them.  Even if it meant sharing his power with another.  The lady disappeared for three days and when she returned, she brought a crown for the lord, who would soon be king of all these lands.  The crown, made of gold and covered with jewels, would be the symbol of all his power. 

There was one final battle, which apparently destroyed them all.  Many of the details were lost to history and lore, but the resulting fallout saw the end of the lord, the lady, the First Ones and the soldiers.  All that remained were the men, who had escaped into the beautiful lands.  They sent for their loved ones and were soon joined by others looking for a fresh start.

From time to time, there was talk of a magical folk who lived in the forests or by the seas, but it was just talk.  If someone occasionally swore that they’d seen “the fairies” about, it was usually one too many pints at the pub.  Different kingdoms arose, but there was plenty for everyone since the fields, the forests and the waters provided all that the people needed.  And for eight hundred years, there was peace in all the lands.

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“At Christmas, all roads lead home.” ~Marjorie Holmes

Prologue

December 1913

Two Native-American boys raced through the forest as the snow fell silently around them.  The older one glanced over his shoulder at the tracks they left behind.  Even though they knew the men would find them, running was their only option.

The three men riding horses followed the prints in the snow.  The one in front was angry, kicking his horse to make it go faster.  It would soon be dusk, and he didn’t want to lose the trail. 

“Come on,” he yelled to the others.  “They can’t be far ahead of us.”

The boys ran as fast as they could until they reached the water.  It was too cold to run down the creek to lose the men, so they splashed across it instead.  As the older boy, almost twelve, reached back to help his brother up the hill, the men on horses caught up with them.

“What are you two doing out here?” demanded one of the men.

“I’ll ask the questions,” the angry one said.  “You know that was my deer, don’t you?”

The boys said nothing, which only made the man more upset. 

“Answer me!” he said, bringing his horse up even with the boys.  He leaned down to grab the smaller one, who looked about ten.  Trying to protect his brother, the older boy slapped the horse’s rump.

The horse reared, catching the man off guard.  The reins slipped out of his hand, and he fell, face first into the snow.  As his horse ran off, the other men laughed.  The boys glanced at each other, then started running again.

“Help me find my horse,” the angry man demanded, sitting up and wiping the snow off his face.  “Then, I’m going to teach those boys a lesson.”

Silver Birch Valley is a peaceful town, set in the mountains just south of the Canadian border.  The founder of the town had come from Scotland and stopped in the valley to rest his horses.  He and his wife had fallen in love with the landscape and decided to stay and build their home.  The town quickly grew around them as more people stopped to take in the view or rest their horses.  In a land of beautiful vistas, this one took their breath away. 

Silver birch edged the creek, which started as a waterfall coming down from the mountains.  As it made its way into the valley, the creek ran between hills covered with evergreens until it reached the flat.  There, the water wound its way quietly between the clumps of silver birch.  Grass pasture stretched on either side until it met the hills.  Beyond, there were mountains all around except for the two narrow passes, leading in and out of the valley.

When the boys reached the top of the hill, they saw the town below.  The older one grabbed his brother’s hand as they hurried down the other side.  Twice, they almost slipped but managed to stay upright.  The streetlamps of the town could be seen through the snow as they ran across the valley.  It was almost dark when they finally reached the livery stable.

The men on horses followed the tracks to the livery and dismounted.  Open up!” the angry man yelled, banging on the closed barn doors.  One slowly slid open and a man walked out.

“Can I help you?” he asked, looking around at the other men.

“I want to talk to those boys,” demanded the angry one.

“What boys?” asked the owner of the livery stable.

“You know who I’m talking about!” the man exclaimed.  “Bring them out here or…”

“Or what?” asked the sheriff, walking up behind them.  It was 1913, but he still carried his rifle when strangers rode into town.

“Or there’s going to be trouble,” the angry man replied.  “Maybe not today,” he added, glancing at the rifle, “but soon.  You can’t protect those people forever.”

“What people are those?” asked the sheriff, taking another step towards him.

The man glared, then looked over at his friends.  “Things are changing around here.  There’s more moving in, who think the way we do.  It’s just a matter of time before we’re the ones making the rules, then all those Native people will be out of this valley and these mountains.”

“Maybe,” the sheriff replied, “but today is not that day.  Get on your horses and ride out of town.”

As the three men rode past the Christmas tree, the angry one yelled, “You boys can’t hide here forever.  I will find you.”

Chapter 1

Modern Day

Lorna Sullivan walked by the town’s Christmas tree, carefully carrying her basket over one arm.  Her auburn curls were neatly pinned up to keep them out of the way, but also because it was expected.  She looked up at the Victorian house across the street, which was her business and her home.  It had been a rooming house many years ago, but now she and her friend, Millie Andrews, ran it as a Bed and Breakfast.

She smiled as she glanced down at the basket.  The tourists enjoyed these little details, like using a basket rather than a tote.  These were the things that made Silver Birch Valley unique.  Well, at least one of the things.  The Edwardian outfits, the hairstyles, even the horse-drawn carriages and vintage automobiles spoke of a simpler time and their visitors loved it.

Lorna stopped for a moment and looked back at the Christmas tree, which barely fit in the park’s large, octagonal bandstand.  The tree was covered with old-fashioned decorations but no lights.  Not yet.  The tree lighting ceremony would take place tomorrow night and the entire town would be there.   Silver Birch Valley had celebrated this ceremony for over a hundred years.  Ever since those two young boys had been chased into their town and asked for help.  It was a way to bring light and peace into a sometimes, dark world.

She took a step back and saw the little angel ornament hanging on one of the lower branches.  It was a new addition and she guessed one of the children had placed it there this afternoon.  They often made ornaments to hang on the tree and hoped people would vote for them at the ceremony.  The whole town would gather to watch the lighting, sing Christmas carols, visit with each other, then enjoy desserts and warm beverages.  And of course, vote for their favorite ornament.

Lorna loved living in a small town because it wasn’t like a big city.  Whether people grew up in Silver Birch Valley or moved here as an adult, like herself, everyone soon became a part of the community. 

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