The Wishing Map 21

We are always making choices, even when we don’t know we are. And those are usually the ones that count the most.

Mitch Teemley

Wishing pix-Title-(framed)

Note: To read The Wishing Mapfrom the beginning, click here.

The Wishing Map

Chapter Five: Rhema (Continued)

Previously: Gina drifted off to sleep with a dragon hatchling on her lap.

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It was still night when the voice woke her:

“Gina.”

It seemed to fill the forest and yet to be inside her at the same time. She opened her eyes (or dreamed she did) and looked around. She heard wind rustle through the leaves and saw them shimmer, but she didn’t see anyone, pixie or otherwise, so her eyes started to shut again.

“Gina.”

Eyes open. No one. “Hello?” More silence. Once more her eyes began to close.

“Gina.” The voice was indescribable. Soft, yet forceful. Old, yet ageless. Kind, yet demanding.

“Hello? Where are you? I can’t see you.”

“Few ever do. I am Rhema. The pixies call me Fae te Lurá, ‘the Faerie Queen.’”

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About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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