I Fell in Love with A Faerie

I fell in love today; despite all the warning I had been given.
‘Don’t look them in the eyes or they’ll cast a spell upon you.’ Or ‘If you enter their territory, they’ll keep you.’ And the strangest of all, ‘Don’t ever fall in love with one of them.’ That’s what my Auntie Jane used to tell me, but I never really believed her. And sometimes, my mother would warn me as well, like they were teaming up on me. In spite of all their warnings, I did not listen.
It was early in the morning and I felt like going for a walk. The townsfolk were still lazy in their beds, so I would be a peace. Before I knew where my feet were carrying me, I was just outside the boundaries of our village. The field that spread all the way to the hills was forbidden to walk through, though today, my feet lead me right into it.
I did not mind at first, it was absolutely wonderful here. The colours were unlike any I had ever witnessed in my life; and the smells were captivating. Then I heard a song, quietly in the distance, like someone was playing a flute. My feet were now dancing their way to the music; my mind was becoming one with the tune.
When I arrived at the culprit of such magnificent music, I was in love. He was the most elegant and beautiful man I had ever seen. He had hair the colour of chocolate that waved right down to his shoulders. His eyes were a deep brown, almost black, but they held my gaze. His skin was the perfect shade of olive and it contrasted well with his deep red suit.
He laid his flute on the ground in front of him and slowly inched his way closer to me.
“You, sweet girl, have broken one of the rules.” His voice was magical; I had no idea how to respond to such a voice. “I shall not punish you, for you are not like the others who have treaded on our land.” Again he took a step closer. “You are pure and kind; I can see that in your green eyes.” His hands were now on my arms, which were paralyzed at my side, and they felt warm. “You are unaware of our kind; a mortal who knows not of what she is doing.”
I knew what I was doing; I was in love.
His hands slowly edged their way to my chin, pushing my head up to face his directly. I could see every fraction of his perfect face. I could see the way his lips were perfectly still as mine quivered. I could see his eyes, never blinking, staring straight into mine. And then I could see nothing, only feel his soft, moist lips on mine; gently massaging them, sending an earthquake of emotion down my spine. His hands moved down my back to untie my dress; I did not feel like hiding myself from him. As my dress fell to the ground, his lips moved to my neck, causing me to shiver in his arms. He pulled me close to his body, before laying me down on the grass.
We explored one another for hours; the sun had set and the glorious moon came out to light our engagement. He stayed with me, under the tree I had found him under, until morning.
“I must leave for now, my sweet.” He kissed my cheek, elegantly.
“Why?” I did not want him to go.
“I am not of your mortal world; I cannot stay in the field forever. I must return if I wish to stay strong.” He was dressing now, which broke my heart.
“May I come with you?” I asked.
“I am sorry, but I will not do that to you.” He turned away from me. “I will not bring a mortal to the world of the Fey; they cannot survive.”
“Then when will you return?” I could feel the tears filling my eyes.
“You will hear my song.” He turned to walk away, but returned to me and kissed me unlike any I had ever experienced before. “I will return, my sweet. Just listen for my song.”
I did wait and it was painful. The first year was the worst one, I cried every night and day, until my body was dry. I did not talk for months, fearing I would miss his song. After three years I was returning to my old self, though I will never truly be the same. I was enjoying tea with my mother and my aunt, who, now that I am better, would repeatedly tell me they were right and that I should have listened to them. “Faeries do not love mortal women.” My aunt was telling me. “They only use them for their own gain.” I heard a flute playing in the distance. My head perked up and my ears shut everything but the song out.
I stood from my chair and began to run, ignoring the calls from the women behind me. He had returned finally, to be with me once again. My feet, again, carried me to our tree, where there he stood, smiling as he saw me approach.
We did not talk at first; we just had each other like that first night we were together, enjoying each other.
When we were lying next to one another, staring at the stars above us, we chose to talk.
“I am sorry for the pain I have caused you.” He said, turning to face me. “We are not supposed to love a mortal.”
My Auntie was right!
“Is there any way around that law?” I asked, praying for a good response.
“I regret to say it, but no. If I stay in your world, I would age as mortals do and become exactly like you. I am proud of who I am and will not risk it. If you come to Faerie, you will slowly lose your mind, and I cannot ask that of you.
“The only way for the two of us to be together, is for you to listen for my song.” He finished, and I was crying. “Do not cry my love; this is the only way we can be together.”
It was true, though I hated to admit it. And so that is how I lived out my life. Every few years I would hear his song play and we would meet for a passionate night. He gave me two wonderful children, who are talented beyond any. I never married, for my heart will always belong to my Faerie love, despite all the warnings.