Beloved LifeMate: Song of the Sídhí #1

Beloved LifeMate: Song of the Sídhí #1

YA Paranormal Romance

By Jodie B. Cooper

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Copyright 2011

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I Thank God

Without God’s grace this book would not be possible.

“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”

PHILIPPIANS 4:13 (KJV)

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NOTE: Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.

Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.

Beloved LifeMate: Song of the Sídhí #1 – 17,000 words

Glossary of Sídhí Terms – 1,340 words

Character List – 124 words

Chapter: A Walk in the Woods

If my lifeMate – supposedly the perfect guy of my dreams – wasn't trying to kill me, I'd be much happier.

Sigh, sorry, let me backup. I've gotten way ahead of myself.

It all started earlier today, while I was still on Earth, walking through a park and minding my own business.

For the first time in several months mom and dad agreed it was safe enough for me to visit Earth. The real Earth, not one of the second dimensional valleys all Sídhí live in.

About four thousand years ago, we (all the Sídhí races) got sucked through a gateway and dumped on Earth. You see, a really powerful elvish ruler had been trying to end the Great War between the Sídhí races when he shoved pure energy, aptly named synth crystal, into dozens of gateways connecting our home world to Earth. Unfortunately for him, the gateways exploded, killing him and creating hundreds of dimensional valleys that lay scattered across the face of Earth. The discharge of that much power sucked people and animals from Sídhí into the newly created valleys. We haven't had contact with the home world of Sídhí since then.

One of the largest valleys created was Trellick Valley. My family has ruled over the valley since Sídhí first appeared on Earth. The current monarch, Sarah Trellick aka Chi’Kehra, was my sister. As far as older sisters go, she was the best. She never tried bossing me around, not like my older brothers always did.

There was an unspoken Sídhí law dating from the old world. Sídhí were considered adult once we passed through puberty and I went through Sídhí puberty - twenty-one days of slam-bam growth spurts of going from bone-thin twiggy to having boobs and hips – two years ago. Now, if someone would tell my brothers – and my parents – that tidbit of info, I'd be totally happy.

Yeah, I know, being smothered was part of growing up. My parents insisted I was independent, letting me go – most of the time – anywhere I wanted to go with one major concession: my shadow.

Ugh! My parents gave me a babysitter.

Get real! Hello? Today was my seventeenth birthday. Do you know how embarrassing it was to hear 'there goes Miranda... and her babysitter.'

Oh, I knew he was really my body guard, a muscle-bound hot guard, but I was sick of having a shadow.

At least today, he let me pretend I was on my own. The trees in the park helped, keeping him hidden from view. I couldn't see or smell him, but I knew he hadn't let me out of his sight. It was so embarrassing when he followed me everywhere, even into public restrooms. And, yes, that really happened! And at a high school football game of all places! I groaned just thinking about it. My friends teased me for weeks.

The soft hooting of an owl brought me abruptly back to the present. I jumped like I’d been shot. Glaring into the branches of the surrounding trees, I searched for the culprit, but I didn't see him. A strong gust of wind blew through the park, making the tall oaks sway high above my head; the limbs danced between me and the dark sky, creating odd moving shapes along the path in front of me.

I'd been walking the paths for several hours, only seeing a handful of people this late at night. I loved the feeling of solitude the large park gave me. Back home, at Trellick Castle, I was always on display, but not here.

I didn't have trouble seeing. My night vision made the entire area look like a store room lit-up with a dangling forty-watt bulb instead of hundred watt one. Full and brilliant, the moon helped; moonbeams splotched along the path as they passed between tree limbs.

To my right, water softly murmured as it flowed down the Arkansas River. I didn't know why, but the river smelled different than the one at home. It wasn't a bad smell, just different.

I craned my neck, trying to see the river, but only bits and pieces of the water and sand bar peeked through the trees. I picked this park, because several weeks ago, I did a term paper on mundane humans and I found a picture of bronze bears playing on rocks above a waterfall. I've collected waterfall pictures for years. When I first started my collection, I bought pictures, but last Christmas Sarah gave me a new digital Canon. I love it! It made collecting a lot more fun. Now, I took my own pictures and I really wanted a picture of the bears.

I glanced toward the dark trees; the river called to me. Trellick Valley covered the same area of land as Tulsa, but in my home valley the river area was surrounded wilderness, not a big city. I wondered if the river looked as different as it smelled.

On impulse, I turned off the paved path, heading into the forest of trees that skirted the river. The wooded area that lay between the walkway and the river wasn't very wide, but it had a thick undergrowth of spindly trees and bushes.

A dozen feet into the wooded area I found a small clearing, not very big and not at all interesting. I crossed it with quick steps, eager to see the river before Fritz came looking for me. I was nearly at the far edge when the sudden presence of a gateway stopped me cold. The surge of power tingled across my skin, forcing chill bumps to bloom across my skin.

Gateways existed all across the world, but since they didn't normally pop into existence, at the drop of a hat, the presence of one spelled trouble.

I shuddered and fear skittered down my back. A random gateway was not normal; a single wild gateway might open every thousand years, but that was it. Whatever was going on, it must be really bad.

Yeah, I was a true pessimist; it made me feel better when the bottom dropped out.

I held my breath and turned toward the source of the surging power. Sure enough, less than ten feet away from me, a gateway stood open. A mundane human would never see large archway, but to my Sídhí eyes it glowed with a soft yellowish-white hue. I glanced past the edges and into an expensively decorated room, realizing it definitely wasn't a wild gateway. I really wish it had been.

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“Chi’Kehra!” Duke Kin'Tick called from the end of the long hallway. His short, plump legs pumped as he rushed toward the elvish monarch. His blond hair streaked with darts of contrasting black, flopped around his shoulders. His brown elvish eyes sparked with eagerness; he looked like a squealing pig waiting for dinner.

Chi’Kehra stifled a groan, ignoring the urgency in the man's voice. With a swift move, Chi’Kehra entered his private suite of rooms, letting his guards deal with the pest who had shadowed his every step the entire morning.

He was sick of the constant court intrigue; the never-ending plays for more power. It seemed like everyone wanted something from him; even the royal advisors had one or two or a dozen ulterior motives. The few people he completely trusted rarely visited the capital.

He detested his trips to Elfheim, the capital city, which lay sprawled across the entire width and length of the Valley of Elfheim. The city was filled with spiraling towers, vast gardens, beautiful art, and – constant – political games. If it hadn't been for the nasty games and the political backbiting the elvish nobles played, he might have enjoyed the occasional trip.

Unfortunately, Duke Kin'Tick was only one of many courtiers who fought for more power, loving the intrigue of court life. Every noble, within the elvish royal houses, hoped to gather power by currying favor with the ruling monarch.

The fake flattery was sickening, especially when he was the recipient of so much of it.

He shoved the tedious thoughts away and walked through his sprawling suite of rooms, passing silent guards and a half dozen extravagantly decorated rooms, before sighing in relief.

He closed the door to his receiving room and leaned against it. Only here, did he have true privacy. The entire royal suite had a silencing layer around it, - manipulated synth crystal added into the very walls of the castle by the Court Fairy, - but his private study and bed chamber had an extra layer, one he added himself.

“Chi’Kehra,” Mirk said warmly, slightly bowing. His body servant, of eighteen hundred years, was one of the very few people ever allowed within his inner sanctum.

“Afternoon Mirk, I'll be in my study.” He turned to leave, but stopped when Mirk shifted from foot-to-foot. After so many years together, he knew Mirk's silent way of getting his attention without actually asking for it.

He sighed, knowing he must have forgotten a meeting of some sort. He had hoped to have a free afternoon of reading the latest novel by W.L. Kylupspur about a dragon – shapeshifter – who found out his predestined lifeMate was a fairy, a fairy that fell through a wild portal and got stuck on Earth.

“Yes,” he questioned, raising his eyebrow in query.

“Ah, yes, well,” Mirk's tiny feet shuffled and he pointed to the new fairy 'appointment calendar' sitting on a wide table near the windows at the far end of the room, “it's been beeping every few minutes. The message screen says: Meeting on Earth.”

Chi’Kehra groaned. He hated new gadgets, especially fairy made; they never worked right. “My meeting with Gerald isn't until next week.”

Some five hundred years ago, he had sent some of his best spies to Earth. He checked in with one or more of them, once a month by opening a temporary gateway, which connected Sídhí to Earth.

When he first opened a gateway to Earth he had been excited, hoping to reconnect with the lost houses of the Elfhiem. That hope died a quick death. The constant bickering and in-fighting was bad enough on Sídhí, but the elves on Earth had continued the war against all the other races.

At the time, he made the difficult decision to remain a silent observer.

He kept the connection between Earth and Sídhí completely secure, which wasn't as hard as it sounded. As Chi’Kehra, he was the only person on Earth or Sídhí who had the power to create a gateway. The synth crystal flowed through his body like a living organism, answering his mental orders. Only the fairy or dragons could come close to manipulating the synth crystal, the pure energy created by the Ancient Ones, like he could. And comparing their abilities to his was like comparing the strength of a flea to a dragon.

His spies on Earth kept him updated, reports of the ongoing war between the various races continued. He honestly didn't know why they continued fighting, not after four thousand years. The previous Chi’Kehra started the Great War, because he thought vampires were evil, bloodsucking monsters. An entire war fought over a racial belief that was not true.

He was very thankful he wasn't in the middle of the continued fighting and even happier that Earth didn't have a native born Chi’Kehra.

An Earth-born Chi’Kehra would unite the elvish houses on that world. Once that happened, and after the elves destroyed all the other races, the Earth Chi’Kehra might turn his attention toward opening a gateway to Sídhí.

He shuddered at the very thought, praying to God that never happened. He would have a war, to end all wars, dropped in his lap. Earth's modern technology increased his worry; from what his people on Earth said, the weapons of that world had the destructive ability of an exploding synth spring. One bomb could easily wipe out the entire capital city, the surrounding mountain, and the valley.

“Hckrum,” Mirk softly cleared his throat, gently pulling Chi’Kehra from his morbid thoughts.

Resigned to losing his afternoon, he approached the new gizmo. The flat screen of synth crystal woke-up at his approach, beeping its urgent message. 'Meeting on Earth with Gerald – ten minute warning!' appeared on the screen.

Frustrated, he shook his head and looked down, some three feet, to his diminutive companion. “Mirk, tell me I didn't set it up wrong.”

Mirk grinned at him, adding to his sour mood.

“Fine, please tell Gabe I'm opening a gateway, but shouldn't be long.” He glanced down, watching Mirk's uncharacteristic quiet agreement. “You've already told the Captain, haven't you?”

“Yes, Sire,” Mirk said formally.

He grunted. The only time Mirk became formal was after he did something questionable. “What did Captain Gabriel bribe you with this time?”

Mirk was tight-lipped and utterly loyal when it came to serving him, so it had to be something of extreme value.