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Arianne

He gazed out the window and saw the ethereal effect of the moonlight turning the leaves of the great oaks to silver, but his thoughts were not on the trees or the moon. After tonight his life would be over, and the thought left him feeling betrayed. His fists opened and closed as he fought to control the anger that was building up inside of him, bubbling just below the surface. Everything he lived for was here and without any consideration for him or his needs, tomorrow it would all be stripped from him. A feeling of helplessness filled his heart because there was nothing he could to change what would happen in the morning. It should never have come to this, but like it or not he would be forced to leave in the morning.

At the age of twenty-eight Jonathan towered above most other men, and his broad shoulders made him appear even taller than the six foot four inches that he was. His hair was a light, sandy brown color that fell around the top of his ears, and his eyes were dark brown, lidded with thick lashes. Cheek bones that were too sharp and a jaw that was too square made his angular face interesting but he couldn't be considered handsome. He always seemed in need of a shave because the dark stubble reappeared before the day was half through.

Jonathan had been brought here when he was a child and this had been the only life he remembered. Arianne had brought him here to live with the
Sidhe, and his life with them had been mostly carefree, filled with laughter, music, dancing and love making. In the realm of the Fae the Sidhe were known for their intelligence and their exceptional ability to cast spells, but were also capable of cruelty. He had only been the target of her wrath once, when he had unwittingly offended her by sharing a conversation with Ieleane, who had become a rival of Arianne for a short time. She had cast him into the realm of the shape shifting Spriggin, who took pleasure in the torture and killing of humans. It was only when Berlle, a particular male fairy who had seen Jonathan in the midst of the Spriggans one day, reminded her that he was still with them. After she had rescued him from them, she had laughed at her own silliness and kissed his cheek. Her laughter had always reminded him of wind chimes tinkling on a gentle breeze.

He realized that his life would never be the same, and while he felt sorrow at loosing this life with Arianne, he also realized that he meant little more than nothing to here. After taking a deep breath

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