A Dream Without Earth

She stood by the fire in the cool Autumn air,
Winter was coming but she didn’t care.

She lifted her voice and sang a sweet tune;
Everyone thought it ended too soon.

For the air with the flame did cheerfully play,
While the raindrops splashed and sizzled away.

She blew him a kiss as she banked the fire,
Not daring to touch her heart’s one desire.

With a fleeting smile she turned and she fled,
Leaping off the cliff to return to bed.


I wake with a start. I don’t think I have ever dreamed in rhyme before. I remember what my father said about multiple affinities. It seems as though I have three. No wonder Earth frustrates me. I must remember to be more patient with it.

My hand stops just before I knock on Gloria’s door. I had nearly forgotten she’d left for her honeymoon yesterday. Returning to my room I take a quick shower and get dressed. I’ll have to send Gloria an e‑mail tonight. I think she said she could get e‑mail there. I step out of my room giggling. The image of Elves surrounding a computer in the middle of the Amazon jungle is just too funny.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” I meet Dad on the stairs and turn my smile to him.

“Three affinities,” I say, half stating, half questioning. Dad nods. “Water, Fire, Air,” I tick each one off with a finger. Dad is smiling at me. “And that’s a good thing?”

“Wonderful, and rare.” He stops and takes me by the shoulders. His face has become very serious. “Do you remember the warning I gave you about the dark side to each element?”

I force myself to look into his eyes. “Yes.”

“With three affinities you must be thrice as careful.”

“I will.” I feel him searching. “I promise,” I state fervently. I don’t ever want to use the dark side of the elements. I don’t ever want to lose control to them. I am light. I am a healer. I am…

“Good,” he beams at me, apparently satisfied that I will head his warning. We continue down to breakfast.

“There was one other,” he breaks the silence thoughtfully as we eat, “who had affinities like yours.”

“Oh?” So I’m not unique; rare, but not unique. I think that’s a relief.

“She let herself become taken by the dark side of the elements though.”

“Oh.” No wonder he is being careful of warning me.

“There is the chance you may be judged to her, though I hope not.” He chews his bite thoughtfully.

I furrow my brows slighlty at Dad. I don’t know if he’s meaning to say all this out loud. He seems to be more forth coming with information today.

“Who?” I ask, hoping to take advantage of this openness.

He looks at me, quizzically at first, then he smiles slightly with chagrin. “You’ve probably heard of her.” I look at him expectantly. I get the sense he’s not sure he wants to tell me. “She was quite famous.” He takes another bite of food.

“Dad!” His dilly dally is annoying me now. At last he swallows his bite.

“Her name was Morgan le Fay.” My fork clatters to the table. Dad sighs. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

“No, no,” I quickly pick up my fork. “You mean the Morgan of Arthurian legend?”

“Yes,” now he sounds annoyed; at me or himself I’m not sure.

I make no more comments but finish my breakfast as I think. The name Morgan le Fay has followed me around, seemingly all my life. Mom called me her little Faerie when I was a babe. Kids teased me with the name when we’d moved back to Mom’s home town. Grandma B had a collection of books that portrayed Morgan le Fay in many different lights. But just because she was considered dark doesn’t mean I have to be. I can make the name my very own.

Smiling I stand. “Can we work on Earth today, since it’s the one element I don’t seem to have an affinity for?”

Dad looks up at me and I give him my best puppy dog expression. He shakes his head and chuckles. “You really are you’re mother’s daughter.” He stands an puts and arm around my shoulder.

I grin. Mom always focused on improving where she was worst. Thinking of Mom, I wonder where she has gotten too. I don’t think I’ve felt her nearby since the before the wedding.

The End

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