Fay’s Wish by Dee Carver
This was a cleansing place, a place to refill an empty soul. Aine and I were not the only ones to be content and amazed. Kyle’s breath quickened, while Jack thanked the Goddess for nature’s perfect gift. I understood Kyle’s revelation. This was where I would receive my gift. I also understood Jack’s need to praise the Goddess, for surely her presence was still here, stronger than ever.
Bells chimed a tender whisper on the wind.
“Come to me, Queen Shayla. Come and receive what I have waited so long to give.”
“We need to cross the lake now; she is waiting for me.”
I pointed to the small, white boat at the edge of the lake. No one questioned its remarkable presence, or my request. They only did as I asked. I climbed in, and once we were seated, Kyle began rowing our way across. I hoped he …