A Bell Rung Loudly

In her lowest of moments Pica cried at the small boy’s bedside, and when she had exhausted herself, lying beside her little one, a moment of clarity came before her. She thought back to something she had forgotten - chosen to forget … and that was of Franco’s heritage … that this was no ordinary boy, and his healing might be possible … but then, it occurred to her - he needs one of his own kind to know what was needed - a physician of the Fey.

And, coincidently, or not, the very moment that she had this thought, there was a bell ringing loudly outside her front door.

He was only a young lad - exceedingly tall - who had to bow his head down just to enter through to the main room. His leather tunic was well oiled and Pica noticed that his long curly hair was tied back, fixed with a silver ivy vine that wound around it. He had an aura of great calm and light, and she knew all at once this Fay had come in answer to her heathen prayer.

Across his shoulder he carried a canvas sack, tied at the top with red ribbon. He placed the sack on to the floor and addressed her thus:

“Your son has important work in this World ahead of him.” His voice was gentle, yet firm, and her trust ever grew.

“Who are you, dear Sir? Do you know my boy well?”

“I am his Uncle.” he answered casually - now with his attention towards Francis he looked past her and was distracted by what he saw.

“I heard your call when I was in the neighbouring forest … it lies beside your world and mine …" here his voice trailed off, once again.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances