Creative-Writing

Eleuna and Elaina

Eleuna and Elaina, part 1.

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Author: Lauren geise

The wind howled through the ancient forest that she’d stoon step into, her heart full of happiness that she was now free, and departing the place she’d been in her whole life.
She stood there, her form shadowed by a giant elm tree, the outermost tree in her village. She wore riding gear: a soft, off-white sweater, black leggings, and riding boots—the sweater standing out against the paleness of her throat. She was to go out on an adventure this night and never return. With a flap of her silver feathered Fae wings, blessed by the Moon Mother, she took off toward the stables to collect her horse, a strikingly tall, slender Palomino named Faun.
As she neared the stables, the soft flicker of lantern light spilled out from within, casting long shadows across the ground. Her breath caught for a moment—she hoped the stableboy had already drifted off to sleep. She couldn’t risk any questions, not now. She stayed in the shadows, letting the soft hoot of an owl mask the sound of her approach. Faun was still inside, her tall, elegant form barely visible in the dim light, but the mare stirred as if sensing her presence. With a deep breath in, and a quick glance westward where she knew her family slept, she pulled open the stable door. Seeing no one within, she stilled herself and purposefully walked in.
The scent of hay and leather greeted her, familiar and grounding, and she found Faun waiting, her golden coat gleaming faintly even in the low light. The mare’s ears twitched as she approached, but there was a calm between them, an unspoken understanding that tonight was different. She quickly, quietly, gathered the saddle and bridle, her movements steady and practiced. The lantern’s glow barely reached where she stood, and with each step, the weight of the journey ahead settled deeper in her chest. But there was no room for fear now—only forward.
She thought back to the past couple weeks, where the chief in his old age had died and been replaced by his much more steely, unkind sun who had put rules on the village like never before seen. No merrying your own sex, no taking more food than what you are given, and he would have none of the families trying to increase their wealth for the generations that would come after them.
Mounting faun, and patiently folding her wings in behind her, she pulled on a cloke as black as the ether, and with a simple slip of hand, cast a spell that hid faun and herself from any eyes that may see them depart the ways of her old village.
The dirt path leading from the village quickly gave way to the soft, thick cushion of fallen leaves as Eleuna ventured northward into the forest. The trees grew taller, their branches intertwining above her, casting long shadows that danced with the light of the rising moon. She breathed in the cool, crisp air, sending up a silent prayer to the Moon Mother, Celine, asking for strength and guidance. This journey wasn’t just for her—it was for Elaina, her long-lost lover, who she hadn’t seen in what felt like lifetimes. Elaina, who embodied the dawn, the light that kissed the horizon just as Eleuna represented the setting sun and the rise of the moons. Together, they had been a perfect balance, until they were torn apart.
As she urged Faun forward, the mare moved with the same grace and strength Eleuna had trained her to have since they were both younger. She remembered those early days vividly—how she’d spent hours teaching Faun to leap over obstacles, to read her subtle hints, and to trust in her rider without hesitation. When they approached a swift stream, Faun didn’t falter. With a soft nudge from Eleuna, the mare gathered her strength and jumped gracefully, clearing the water in one smooth motion. The connection between them was seamless, built on years of partnership. As they landed on the other side, the world seemed quieter, as if the forest itself knew of her quest to reunite with Elaina. The only thing left was to keep moving.

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