Take some time to relax and let your body and mind heal," added Zalea, patting his shoulder gently.
He looked across at the beautiful faery who had brought him back from the brink of death. He owed her everything. He owed her his life, yet she wasn't interested in that. She was just happy he was finally safe and that he'd finally remembered.
Looking into her eyes, he was saddened to see the heartache that lie beneath them. She was almost mourning the loss of her sister and he was determined to find out what had happened to her. She had helped him and now he wanted to help her.
But first, they both needed to rest. He was well aware of that.
"I think it best that both of you remain here and sleep this evening. I will make us some food before we turn in," said Gwynethea, standing and stretching her arms and legs with a stifled yawn.
"You are exhausted too, Gwynethea. Let me help you," said Zalea as she stood and stretched.
Jack looked on as the woman and faery prepared a broth from strange looking vegetables. When they were finished and he was handed a bowl, the first mouthful was like a firework in his mouth, hot and spicy and absolutely delicious. He smiled and the bowlful was soon gone. His eyes became heavy and before long he was curled up in front of the fire gently snoring.
Gwynethea smiled across at her faery friend, "The poor man was exhausted."
"Yes, grief does that to you," replied Zalea with a yawn.
"I know you too are grieving, my dear Sheharazalea but you must not. I believe that Tiffanimelicomelea's life essence continues to be strong."
"But what if she has been taken by the Nephilim? What then, Gwynethea?"
"I believe Jack will help you find her, my dear. You were his saviour and now he intends to be yours," she said with a smile, watching the young faery lie down and close her eyes. Her breathing slowed until eventually sleep overtook her.
Startled awake by what seemed like a jolt out of the blue, Jack sat bolt upright. For night time, the light was unusually bright. He looked around to see both women fast asleep to his side. He climbed up from the ground and tiptoed to the entrance of Gwynethea's home. Pushing the hanging branches of the willow tree aside, he looked out at the night and marvelled at the orange sky above. It was like nothing he'd ever seen. Bright and fiery. Even the silver forests looked tinged with an orange hue. It was quite spectacular. Jack wondered where exactly he was. It was another world.
Am I on another planet? he wondered. Or another dimension? I hope I can find my way home, he thought as a sudden pain in his head caused him to wince and curl to his knees.
He was suddenly reminded of his time with the Nephilim. Whilst trapped, he had found himself connected to someone back home. A young girl. A friend of Lilly's. She had somehow managed to communicate telepathically with him and then....yes, the memory was returning, he had spoken to his own daughter when she was in danger.
But how? he wondered. Jack realised he had to find that connection again. It was the only way he knew of finding his way home back to his family.
CHAPTER TEN
It felt like an electric shock. A shock which jolted December awake in an instant, forcing her to sit bolt upright in bed. The moment she opened her eyes, she had to shield them from the intense bright light from the full moon that shone in through the bedroom window. She had never seen such a beautiful moon before. But it wasn't just the beauty of it that made her breathless, it was something else. It almost felt like the moon had jolted her awake.
As she sat looking out of the window, with Lilly fast asleep in the bed next to hers, there was a gentle sound of footsteps approaching and her bedroom door was pushed open.
"You felt it too, didn't you December?" Millicent asked, tiptoeing to the window as they both looked out at the bright light above.
Nodding, December watched Millicent's face almost gleam in the moonlight. A smile burst
He looked across at the beautiful faery who had brought him back from the brink of death. He owed her everything. He owed her his life, yet she wasn't interested in that. She was just happy he was finally safe and that he'd finally remembered.
Looking into her eyes, he was saddened to see the heartache that lie beneath them. She was almost mourning the loss of her sister and he was determined to find out what had happened to her. She had helped him and now he wanted to help her.
But first, they both needed to rest. He was well aware of that.
"I think it best that both of you remain here and sleep this evening. I will make us some food before we turn in," said Gwynethea, standing and stretching her arms and legs with a stifled yawn.
"You are exhausted too, Gwynethea. Let me help you," said Zalea as she stood and stretched.
Jack looked on as the woman and faery prepared a broth from strange looking vegetables. When they were finished and he was handed a bowl, the first mouthful was like a firework in his mouth, hot and spicy and absolutely delicious. He smiled and the bowlful was soon gone. His eyes became heavy and before long he was curled up in front of the fire gently snoring.
Gwynethea smiled across at her faery friend, "The poor man was exhausted."
"Yes, grief does that to you," replied Zalea with a yawn.
"I know you too are grieving, my dear Sheharazalea but you must not. I believe that Tiffanimelicomelea's life essence continues to be strong."
"But what if she has been taken by the Nephilim? What then, Gwynethea?"
"I believe Jack will help you find her, my dear. You were his saviour and now he intends to be yours," she said with a smile, watching the young faery lie down and close her eyes. Her breathing slowed until eventually sleep overtook her.
Startled awake by what seemed like a jolt out of the blue, Jack sat bolt upright. For night time, the light was unusually bright. He looked around to see both women fast asleep to his side. He climbed up from the ground and tiptoed to the entrance of Gwynethea's home. Pushing the hanging branches of the willow tree aside, he looked out at the night and marvelled at the orange sky above. It was like nothing he'd ever seen. Bright and fiery. Even the silver forests looked tinged with an orange hue. It was quite spectacular. Jack wondered where exactly he was. It was another world.
Am I on another planet? he wondered. Or another dimension? I hope I can find my way home, he thought as a sudden pain in his head caused him to wince and curl to his knees.
He was suddenly reminded of his time with the Nephilim. Whilst trapped, he had found himself connected to someone back home. A young girl. A friend of Lilly's. She had somehow managed to communicate telepathically with him and then....yes, the memory was returning, he had spoken to his own daughter when she was in danger.
But how? he wondered. Jack realised he had to find that connection again. It was the only way he knew of finding his way home back to his family.
CHAPTER TEN
It felt like an electric shock. A shock which jolted December awake in an instant, forcing her to sit bolt upright in bed. The moment she opened her eyes, she had to shield them from the intense bright light from the full moon that shone in through the bedroom window. She had never seen such a beautiful moon before. But it wasn't just the beauty of it that made her breathless, it was something else. It almost felt like the moon had jolted her awake.
As she sat looking out of the window, with Lilly fast asleep in the bed next to hers, there was a gentle sound of footsteps approaching and her bedroom door was pushed open.
"You felt it too, didn't you December?" Millicent asked, tiptoeing to the window as they both looked out at the bright light above.
Nodding, December watched Millicent's face almost gleam in the moonlight. A smile burst
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