completely gave in.
Thoughts of yearning and wanting more instinctively poured into my
brain, causing his breath to accelerate, and his lips found mine
once more. The heat of his emotions increased, overpowering
everything else. It was a little uncomfortable, but I really didn’t
care. I would burn with this sensation and enjoy every flame. He
startled, concern cycled through our energy at the thought of
hurting me. Pulling away, he tried to manage the newfound passion
that roared, begging for release. We sat there for a few minutes as
I cleared my mind and concentrated on sky blue. Gavin managed to
rein it in, and his emotions quailed.
“Can you please tell me why you would want to
protect me from that?” I asked breathlessly, leaning my head back
on his broad shoulder, still floating from the onslaught of
sensations. Kissing Gavin was the best experience of my life. Just
the thought of it had my blood pumping again and so it took a
moment to realize the emotions in the room had palpably
changed.
Did I offend you? I asked,
puzzled.
He sighed. My emotional creature was back,
full of assurance.
“I am not mad at you, but at myself. I should
have never put you in this position.”
Please explain. I sat up and faced
him.
He searched my expression. “We have not been
seen by your race in over two millennia, choosing to stay within
our borders. Evil has reigned here as foretold by our ancestors;
the earth is under siege. Convenience is more important to humans
than taking care of the only home given to them by the Creator.
Right and wrong no longer exist, and love, in its purest physical
form, has been twisted and perverted, used as recreation for
momentary pleasure. It’s a perfect environment for the Dokkalfar to
thrive.” My heart started to race, and he pulled me close.
“These creatures flourish on all things evil;
they are our mortal enemies. The Dokkalfar are physically as black
as the night in which they hunt. Despair and hopelessness are their
lovers. They come to help your deceiver destroy all that is good on
this earth. A scouting mission to this realm revealed an alarming
increase in population. I was sent by our queen to help fight the
evil ones. That is what you need protection from.”
“Is that the shadow that had the lamb?” My
voice shook at that thought.
“I’m afraid so. My family and I were tracking
them when we found out Sophie was missing,” he carefully
finished.
“And what about her friend Molly?”
“Now that is a true mystery. None of us saw a
creature in the woods matching Sophie’s description.”
“Wait … how did you know Sophie was missing
in the first place?”
He smiled. “Let’s just say a little bird told
me.”
The memory of a brilliant orange breast
swooping down while I searched the crowd flashed through my mind.
Gavin smiled.
“The buntings originally came from our world.
Because they are sensitive to energy, the negativity surrounding
them has weakened their ability to produce eggs. They sensed your
power soon after I met you, and they agreed to help. I am not
familiar with the terrain around your home.”
Foreign woods and black silhouettes smothered
out the orange; the memory so strong, adrenaline rushed through my
veins. A painful spear of fear stabbed the pit of my stomach.
“When did you dream this?” he whispered.
Early this morning … Gavin, what’s
going on? His blank eyes refocused; he stood and went to the
window.
“When the elves of darkness find one of our
kind, they track them until they discover the source that feeds
their power, and then they destroy the source. The evil ones cannot
recognize the cause of our strength, and so they must wait until we
draw from it. Love, joy, peace, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
patience, gentleness, and self-control—these are our sources of
energy. We are strongest with pure love flowing through us. We can
only perish if our energy is drained, until we are physically as
weak as a human.” My
Thoughts of yearning and wanting more instinctively poured into my
brain, causing his breath to accelerate, and his lips found mine
once more. The heat of his emotions increased, overpowering
everything else. It was a little uncomfortable, but I really didn’t
care. I would burn with this sensation and enjoy every flame. He
startled, concern cycled through our energy at the thought of
hurting me. Pulling away, he tried to manage the newfound passion
that roared, begging for release. We sat there for a few minutes as
I cleared my mind and concentrated on sky blue. Gavin managed to
rein it in, and his emotions quailed.
“Can you please tell me why you would want to
protect me from that?” I asked breathlessly, leaning my head back
on his broad shoulder, still floating from the onslaught of
sensations. Kissing Gavin was the best experience of my life. Just
the thought of it had my blood pumping again and so it took a
moment to realize the emotions in the room had palpably
changed.
Did I offend you? I asked,
puzzled.
He sighed. My emotional creature was back,
full of assurance.
“I am not mad at you, but at myself. I should
have never put you in this position.”
Please explain. I sat up and faced
him.
He searched my expression. “We have not been
seen by your race in over two millennia, choosing to stay within
our borders. Evil has reigned here as foretold by our ancestors;
the earth is under siege. Convenience is more important to humans
than taking care of the only home given to them by the Creator.
Right and wrong no longer exist, and love, in its purest physical
form, has been twisted and perverted, used as recreation for
momentary pleasure. It’s a perfect environment for the Dokkalfar to
thrive.” My heart started to race, and he pulled me close.
“These creatures flourish on all things evil;
they are our mortal enemies. The Dokkalfar are physically as black
as the night in which they hunt. Despair and hopelessness are their
lovers. They come to help your deceiver destroy all that is good on
this earth. A scouting mission to this realm revealed an alarming
increase in population. I was sent by our queen to help fight the
evil ones. That is what you need protection from.”
“Is that the shadow that had the lamb?” My
voice shook at that thought.
“I’m afraid so. My family and I were tracking
them when we found out Sophie was missing,” he carefully
finished.
“And what about her friend Molly?”
“Now that is a true mystery. None of us saw a
creature in the woods matching Sophie’s description.”
“Wait … how did you know Sophie was missing
in the first place?”
He smiled. “Let’s just say a little bird told
me.”
The memory of a brilliant orange breast
swooping down while I searched the crowd flashed through my mind.
Gavin smiled.
“The buntings originally came from our world.
Because they are sensitive to energy, the negativity surrounding
them has weakened their ability to produce eggs. They sensed your
power soon after I met you, and they agreed to help. I am not
familiar with the terrain around your home.”
Foreign woods and black silhouettes smothered
out the orange; the memory so strong, adrenaline rushed through my
veins. A painful spear of fear stabbed the pit of my stomach.
“When did you dream this?” he whispered.
Early this morning … Gavin, what’s
going on? His blank eyes refocused; he stood and went to the
window.
“When the elves of darkness find one of our
kind, they track them until they discover the source that feeds
their power, and then they destroy the source. The evil ones cannot
recognize the cause of our strength, and so they must wait until we
draw from it. Love, joy, peace, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
patience, gentleness, and self-control—these are our sources of
energy. We are strongest with pure love flowing through us. We can
only perish if our energy is drained, until we are physically as
weak as a human.” My
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