The Three Forbidden Stars

Chapter Two – Unusual acquaintances

I spend much of my holiday around the locals, because no matter how many times I went to Thailand I felt I could learn even more about life. On the last day of my holiday I decided that some shopping would be in order, as the silks and jewellery was extremely well-priced there. I was admiring a traditional Thai dress when I felt someone’s eyes on me. As soon as I turned around, a young woman with long blond hair ran up to me, like she knew me. She grabbed me, hugged me and started talking really fast in a language that sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it. As she talked I looked at her and saw that although she looked young, her eyes looked old. She noticed the blank, non-understanding look on my face and stopped talking. Thinking that she might understand Thai, I attempted to communicate with a few words of Thai but then the blank look crept onto her face.
“My lady, I have spend many years searching for you”, she said, finally in English. “Nearly two thousand years ago I abandoned my son in the hope that I would find you”.
“Two thousand years is a long time for someone to be alive,” I replied, sarcastically, trying to hide my fear of the unknown. “And I didn’t realise I was lost either.”
“Two thousand years is not long for an elf, my lady,” She said, unaffected by my attitude. “Your mother asked me to find you before she died. She wanted me to say she was sorry for leaving you in this strange country and to let you claim what is rightfully yours. You are also an elf but why did you not understand my words before?”
“My mother! You knew my mother?”
“Yes, I was her handmaiden. My name is Anaoelen and I was the keeper of your mothers secret.”
“Secret?”
“I dare not say this here, my lady. You must return home, seek out Lady Galadriel and King Thranduil. They know of what I speak. I will leave this place soon and go to the halls of Mandos. You must tell my son that I love him but that I never meant to cause him to grow up without a mother.” And then she disappeared into the crowd. I looked around for her but she was nowhere to be seen. Frightened by this encounter I started to make my way back to the hotel when I noticed I was holding something. Opening my hands, I saw a star-shaped flower in my hands with a leather bit on the end. It looked like hair jewel but when I gave it a swift tug the flower came away from the leather to reveal a small dagger. Quickly I replaced the sheath and tied it in my hair.

Instead of leaving the next day, like I was supposed to, I hopped on the next plane home. I wanted to leave Thailand and Anaoelen behind and go home to surprise my boyfriend. My plane arrived at the airport with no problems so I jumped in a taxi and made my way back to our house instead of staying at my friends, like I . As we drove down the drive I noticed another car in the carport but I thought nothing of it. I unlocked the door quietly and was instantly bombarded with the smell of a feminine perfume. I crept into the lounge and there was my boyfriend and another woman on the couch, kissing. I remembered the lady as a workmate I had meet at an office party who had been extremely friendly towards me. Clearing my throat, their attention went from each other to me. The look on my boyfriends face was almost funny but I was in no mood to laugh, more in the mood for kill him. I felt so stupid standing there in really sexy dress, as an offering to him and he is cheating on me. He started make stupid excuses that I ignored while the woman, Tracey I think, straightened her clothes up. She purposefully strode up to him, looked him in the eyes and slapped him in his face.
“Single huh!” she said, angrily. “You said that she was long gone, how dare you”. She slapped him again and grabbed her purse.
“I’m sorry,” said Tracey, as she made her way to the door. “I had no idea. If I did there was no way I would have gone near him. Definitely kill him”. Then she walked out. After a few moments I turned back to him with my hands on my hips. He had grabbed my ornamental dagger of the wall and was waving it around saying that I couldn’t touch him and I couldn’t kill him. I knew I had no intention of killing him but I was going to have fun with him, because how dare he be unfaithful. Closing my eyes I summoned the dagger to my hand to his surprise and fear. He grabbed another the sword of the wall and swung it at me. I had taught him the basics of sword fighting but he never was that good. His strike missed me but my strike didn’t miss him. The sleeve of his shirt ripped and a shallow gash appeared on his arm. He screamed and ran at me, probably with the intention of killing me now. I parried and summoned the fire element to my control. Running my hands over the blade of my dagger, I whispered some words. Suddenly the blade started burning with a purple flame giving it a terrifying look. He dropped the sword and ran to the phone. I summoned the phone to my hand, before he could grab it, and chucked it out the window. Walking into our bedroom I pulled out two suitcases from underneath the bed and opened them and quickly filled them with my belongings and some of the more valuable things in the room. I hauled them into the lounge and grabbed a key from under the kitchen counter. He followed me into our wardrobe, as if he had only just realised what I was doing, and watched as I moved a painting that I had hang up in there. A metal door was revealed and his eyes popped out as I opened it to show a store room of weapons, jewellery, money and a gun. I pulled out my bow, arrows and quiver, my sword, my two twin knives, my knife from my parents, a thigh knife and a couple of various swords and daggers. I wrapped them all up in a special bag and slung this over my shoulder. The money and jewellery went into my backpack along with my handgun and a hundred round of bullets. I turned to leave but my boyfriend was blocking my way. Telling him I had no time for him, I pulled my hair dagger out and sliced a nice long mark across his cheek to remind me by. My bags and I walked out the doors and never came back. Before I started walking up the drive I knelt down and offered a prayer to the Gods, asking to be forgiven and if them could show me my path in life. As a muttered the last words I started to fell woozy and then all of a sudden I was unconscious…

“Don't know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead. And there's an aching inside my head. It's telling me I'm better off alone”
Nelly Furtado, Turn Off The Lights