One of my favorite topics to write about is mythology, and how it might affect us if the stories were true. Especially in terms of Elves. This is a short story I wrote two years ago on a plot idea from S, and it remains one of my favorites. I’m currently working on editing Lover’s Requiem, so it might be a while until a new serial shows up.
RHIANNON OF AIR
He heard the noise from the basement again. Thinking that it was one of the cats that had gotten trapped down there again—that had been happening a lot lately—he rose from his bed and made his way to the stairs that lead down. Others in his family were somewhat afraid of the basement. It was made when the old farmhouse had been constructed, and was little more than a space under the house that was there to hold up said house with a few wood beams here and there and walls made out of field stone. There was only one light down there, and it hung from its wire at the end of the wooden stairs that were crooked, deep, and threatening to fall apart every time someone went down them.
Grabbing a flashlight from the counter on his way past it, he carefully went down the stairs and into the basement. He pulled the chain attached to the light bulb when he reached the dirt floor of the basement and waiting for it to flicker to life before venturing further. It flickered once, twice, and then flared brightly before going completely dark. With a sigh, he gripped the flashlight and flipped the switch to turn it on. A yellowish light crept over the basement as he ventured forward, intent on finding the cat and shooing it back upstairs.
He rounded the stairs and immediately had to blink away the tears that had formed in his eyes away. Something was causing an awful lot of light down here. What he wasn’t sure of was the source of said light. Was it a fire? A light from outside that somehow managed to get past the dirty windows? Or perhaps a burglar with a flashlight of his own?
His flashlight was heavy enough for a weapon if it was a burglar, he thought as he hefted it in his hands. He grabbed hold of it with both hands and ran forward into the light, ready to hit anything that he found there.
And he ran straight into a meadow that he was quite sure hadn’t been there earlier in the day.
He wasn’t sure where he was. On the bright side, he no longer needed his flashlight, as the sun was very nicely lighting up the meadow the sky and the line of trees he could see that were standing there at the horizon. He flicked the switch with his thumb again and turned off the light that couldn’t be seen in day anyways. Adjusting his glasses with his left hand, and then running that same hand through his hair, he set off towards the horizon and the trees.
“Who are you?” a voice called out to him as he was walking. He stopped and turned around in a circle, trying to see where it was coming from. It sounded female for sure, but there was nothing around him save air. “Who are you?” he was asked again? The voice sounded closer this time, though still soft and almost sparkling. It reminded him of silver bells.
“Um…my family calls me Kev.”
“Kev,” the voice said softly, enunciating every part of it. It was almost as if she was trying to learn how to say it. “No,” she continued on. “That is not who you are.” She sounded very thoughtful.
“Who are you?” Kev paused. “Where are you, I think is the better question.”
“I am all around you. I am called Rhiannon of Air.”
Kev knew that name well from all of his readings. Rhiannon was one of the Elven ladies of the Seelie, connected most with air, hence her name. She might as well have been called one of the princesses. “My lady Rhiannon,” he said, bowing low.”
There was a dainty laugh. “There is no reason to bow here, mortal. Only those worthy of the Elven blood in their veins are able to even enter the realm of the Fey in this time of disbelief. You were found worthy and have been welcomed back to the Seelie court, if you would have this position.”
His eyes grew wide. “My lady, I don’t quite know what to say to such a wonderful gift.”
The air around him swirled until it drew up dirt and began to take the form of a woman in a flowing gown. Her hair was dark brown and her robes were of a light yellow color and moved around her as they would in wind, only there was no more wind once she appeared before him. Her face was flawless, as all of the Seelie court were. “Speak from your heart, young one. What does it desire?”
“To stay here,” he responded immediately.
“Then drop your mortal items and join me in court.”
The flashlight dropped to the ground and he stepped forward with the lady Rhiannon of Air.
“You shall need a better name than Kev for me to introduce you to King Auberon and Queen Titania.”
“Do you have a suggestion, lady?”
The newest member of the Seelie court, Kell nodded. “It suits.”
The rest of their conversation grew dim as they walked into the forest.
There was grief in the home of Kev the next morning. It seemed he had gone downstairs during the night to do something. The flashlight had been turned off somehow, the family decided, and he tripped over something on the ground—likely the cat he had been trying to find—and fell to hit his head on the field stone wall.
Only his younger sister was not completely struck with grief. She had grabbed the leaf made out of gold and emerald that had lain next to his body before anyone else could see it. She envied her brother, being taken in by the Seelie court. Oh, how she hoped that Kev might come for her one day as well.