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Date Posted: 05/26/07 9:32pm
Author: Sabrina McKormic
Subject: When you make a wish upon a star

Clear days like this sent her straight outside to the heather covered hills just to the north of the small settlement on which she stayed. She had settled in her pretty nicely and even considered it home, though she had only been here a bit over a month and she still missed her mother and father desperately. Their sudden deaths had been what had prompted her to follow this call she had to Scotland. She'd felt it her whole life, this tug to the country, to the people of it. It was like the country had always sung to her, wherever she was. Anytime anyone mentioned it she was filled with an intense yearning that she didn't understand. The urge to just drop all her responsibilities - as light as they were for a girl in highschool in suburban america - and take off in the air to Scotland. When her parents had died just after she turned eighteen, the first thing she had done was buy a plane ticket. One way.

She'd been on a guided tour with a group that consisted pretty much only of people over the age of seventy when she had seen something that had made her nearly jump out of her seat. In the middle of the old dirt road they were on was a sign that had two directional arrows on it. One arrow said 'inverness' and the other said 'naverns'. The arcaic road sign wasn't what struck her though, it was the symbol next to naverns that caught her attention. Since she was a little child she had worn a golden medallion her mother had given her - after making her promise to never take it off for longer than an hour - that had a distinct design of a swirling dragon, made of pure gold and had sapphire eyes - she'd had it appraised once. It had always been kind of thought of as a good luck charm, or protective emblem and she had never once seen it anywhere else. Yet, there, in the middle of nowhere Scotland was that very symbol etched into the wood. She hadn't even thought twice as she had yelled for the bus driver to stop, didn't hesitate in grabbing her book bag and didn't look back as she climbed out of the bus and headed down the road. That's how she had gotten here and she'd been amazed at how the people welcomed her with open arms and warm smiles. It was like they had been waiting for her. No one would really tell her anything at first, they just smiled and showed her to the inn and made her comfortable. It had been difficult for the first week or so because their language was a complicated mix of English and Gaelic but she evantually learned to decipher what they were saying and they did the same to her. Occasionally, she saw people glance at her strangely a few times but she figured it was just because she was a new comer. She wondered if maybe her parents had somehow knew them and whenever she questioned about her mother or father, if they had known them, the people got very quiet and hurridly changed the subject. After she had been there for about a week, they started speaking more to her, opening up, and she started learning about the history and folklore of the area. They spoke of druids and fey and drakon, the dragon people, It was nearly two weeks ago that she had first found out that it wasn't all folklore. It had been a clear night, a beautiful night, and she had gone for a walk as had become her custom when she just so happened to look up and see a streak of turquoise light up the sky. It had made her stop where she was, sure she had been seeing things, when a green streak joined the turquoise and then a royal blue. Her legs had felt a bit weak at what she was saying and she had sank down to the soft, long grass only to be joined by a few of the women of the clan who spoke to her about who they were.

All that had just made her more curious about why her mother had given her the dragon medallion. Fiona had been a very intelligent woman and Sabrina was starting to think that maybe her mother had been studying these creatures and perhaps gotten to close to the truth, or maybe she had been threatened to not give away the secrets. Her favorite theory was that her mother had fallen in love with one of them and the male dragon couldn't be with her so he had gifted Fiona with the medallion so he would be with her always. She had never seen any of the people of the clan wearing one like hers so she had to imagine it was something special, perhaps specifically made for her mother, as a gift. Those were the kinds of things she thought about when she snuck off into the night to explore the open fields. The sounds of nature comforted her still grief filled soul and the heather beneath her bare feet made her feel like one of the magykal fey she had heard so much about. If someone had seen her out there that night, they may have believed she was one. Her white blonde hair swirled around her as she twirled in an open arms circle, her eyes a bright, shocking blue and fixed up at the heavens beneath the cascading, unnatural brightness of the stars above her. The gold around her neck shone brightly in the clear moonlight, a beacon to the spirits around her. The scene was ethereal, surreal and completely and totally mystical appearing.

When she was alone like this, she could pretend to be anything. She could pretend to be one of the Fae, she could pretend to think she had been born and raised here, a part of a loving clan that supported her every move and cherished and protected her while bringing her up in the ways of the land. She could pretend she was one of the enchatress mages who could make a man drop to his knees and beg her to allow him just one kiss. There was no end to her imagionation and the sheer giddiness of it had her laughing outloud as she spun, letting the wind tease her hair and caress her cheeks. Even she, just a normal girl from yourtown, USA, could feel like a powerful, mystical being in these enchanted hills.

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