Three Twisted Knots

Tales of the Fae Lands


La Brume Rouge

From Cléo de Mérode

We do not disappear. We do not die. We do not fade away. We persevere. We protect. We perpetuate.

Home, For Now

Home at last; home for now. My coachman has left me behind because he must scurry home to his little family, his fishing, his two fair daughters, because he is cautious, as all our residents are. They are prudent, yes? Prudent.

Our Rooftops

See how our rooftops haze away into the mountains beyond? This is planned. This is etched into our stonework. This is the work of our beautiful, eternal Eclipse.

You want to ask.

You have a question: I know you do. Because I can feel it, as I can hear your heart beat in the silence between your breaths. Go on cherie. I won’t bite. Yet.

Yes, of course the Eclipse is a planned thing, created by some architect of the cosmos—no; not quite a god, my darling. But yes, a master of crystals, one who understands the shifting frequencies of the magic that underlies all things, even you. Yes, even you.

Come with me. It is all right. You are quite safe. As I say, I have been out at a very special dinner, and I am unlikely to find you appetising, at least not now. And after all, you’re so skinny: what do they feed you, in your village? Our villagers are fed very well. Very, very well.

Our Glorious Silhouette

I love to look up at our Castle when I am returning from my ever-nightly jaunts. It makes my heart swell to see our glass reflecting the Eclipse’s beautiful red twilight.

Would these nails lie to you?

My darling. Let me take you down into the town; you can find a place at one of our lovely inns; they’ll feed you a very good dinner there. Just tell them Cléo sent you.

I could have no ulterior motive, don’t you see? Besides, we’re friends now, aren’t we? Yes. Of course we are friends. Tell me, do you like fishing? For while we do not have the most farms of any fortress, we do have spectacular fishing. Here; I will show you.

Fishing Piers

You see now, don’t you? No, no; the water is not red with blood: this is your fear talking, and fear is never a friend; do you understand? Of course you do. Here, you can see our piers, and if you look just beyond there, you’ll see our red petals. They fall from the trees, of course, my love; nothing more to it than that. Now, let’s get you to an inn so you can have a nice supper and a good sleep. We must rest, you know. Yes, even I must rest. Why does that surprise you?

Come back!

Now, now; where are you going? Come back, you sweet, silly, skinny thing. Goodness; I’ve knocked my hat askew reaching out to you. I shall have to re-pin if I’m to attend the Castle gala. Oh, but it’s’ all for your welfare, of course, sweetling.

Now, this is Rosie; she will see you safely to your room—yes, Rosie, you do look lovely today. That colour really suits you. I myself cannot wear peach: turns me yellow as the defeated sun.

There, there, darling. Rosie and her lovely staff will see to you. do get some food into you and some rest. You’re looking altogether too pale.

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Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Davi, and whoever else springs out of The Author’s head, live in the parallel universe of Second Life. You can read their stories here, or just scroll down to see what Gwyneth was wearing when she wrote it.

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Caution: contains poetry.