PREVIOUSLY

Piper is a young apprentice and prodigy in the music guild of Castle Welf. With the death of his grandfather, the Grand Master of the guild, Piper is assigned to a new music master. Master Braun takes Piper on his first traveling tour. During their travels, a wolf attack separates Piper and his friend Rupert from the traveling troupe. Redd-Leif Summerstorm, a powerful Fae, and Sheba, an enchanted wolf, rescue the boys and take them to the faerie realm. When we last left Piper, the flute that he has had since he was six had just come to life and frightened off three elven youths who were teasing him. Piper is now wondering about his trusty flute and what has happened to it.

END OF PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Without looking at it, Piper tentatively and tenderly closed his hand around the flute, then quickly clasped it to his chest and cuddled it with both hands.

He chocked back tears, Tears? Really? He'd cried when his parents died. He'd cried when his grandfather died. But for the flute? It wasn't even damaged. He snuggled it closer. But he'd almost lost it What would he do without it? His fingers brushed over its surface.

The flute cooed in response.

Piper froze. The distinct rosewood scent. The smooth finish beneath his fingers. The perfectly positioned tone holes. The familar timbre of its voice as it emitted another cooing whistle. It was his same trusty flute. Wasn't it?

CHAPTER 43

As one of the few creatures able to withstand the freezing spring runoff of Hidden Falls, Sheba reveled splashing in the icy waters cascading down the mountain. She playfully nipped at the globules that showered down from above and dove under the water to swim against the swift current to test her strength. Her best efforts merely kept her from floating downstream. At last, she drifted to shore and shook the water from her gray fur, her jade eyes gleaming with pleasure from the exertion. One thing she enjoyed about her wolf body was the powerful muscles that rippled beneath her fur coat. Being trapped in wolf-form may have been a curse, but it had its perks.

She sauntered up the shoreline then loped up the slope and plunged into the thick forest growth. Sheba nestled into a comfortable nest of pine needles and leaves she had previously made for herself in the underbrush and settled in to wait, maybe even to nap.

It was probably too early to expect Tabbart Braun to be in the area. The master musician had said he’d get away from the traveling troupe as soon as he could and then Sheba would lead him into the faerie realm. It had only been two weeks. No doubt. he’d have to give a few performances before the guards from Castle Welf would leave Hanover and head home. Once they were gone, Master Braun could direct the rest of the musicians to continue their tour of the surrounding castles. He could meet up with them after his business was finished in the faerie realm.

Sheba sniffed the air. Ah, the scents of evergreens, moist soil and new life filled her nostrils. The mortal side of the falls was awakening from its wintery slumber.

But then … a strange tingling in the air piqued her senses. She rose to her feet, ears pricked, nose searching for scents. Was that … Yes. Yes, it was. The aroma of magic. A rare enchantment stirred, strong enough to trickle through the falls and seep into the mortal realm. She licked her lips. Curiosity was delicious. She dashed down the hill, under the falls, and into the faerie realm beyond.

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Faeries flitted around the edge of the glen, trailing faerie dust and the whisper of tiny bells in their wake. Normally, Piper would have been captivated by their magical aura. Instead, he was transfixed by the flute that rested in his lap. He held it tentatively with one hand, barely breathing as he stared at it. It cooed and played soft trills as if talking to him. Vibrations coursed up his arm. Piper squirmed with each note.

What has happened to you? You’re so . . . Altered. It was the only word that came to mind. We’ve been together since I was six. Why change now?  He gulped. I need to get back to Castle Welf and normal life. The faerie realm is too . . . Too full of strange magical occurrences. I don’t belong here.

Piper looked across the glen. A tree in full bloom grew next to one laden with mature fruit. It wasn’t natural. In the mortal realm plants knew to bloom in spring, produce fruit in summer, and lose their leaves in fall.

His eyes fell on crushed flower petals nearby. He had enticed them to bloom and now they were starting to decay. Was that quiet weeping he heard? What have I done? If I’d left you alone then you would still be in the ground getting ready to emerge. Instead, your lives were cut short when the elves trampled on you. He gritted his teeth in frustration. Falcon and his stupid game. The flute continued its soft musical conversation. Piper frowned. In the mortal realm, musicians control their instruments.

A faerie zipped over and hovered in front of his face. “Piper?” Her voice was as tiny as she was. She repeated, “Piper?”

He blinked. “Hmm? What?” He looked at her. “Oh, hi.”

“I knew it!” The faerie did a little dance in mid-air.

Piper scrunched his brows together. “Knew what?”

“You’re Piper, Redd-Leif Summerstorm’s son. I told Peck you were.” She did a pirouette then reached out and touched the tip of Piper’s nose with one hand. “We faeries are honored to have those with ancient Fae blood among us. Around here that means Lord Summerstorm.” She flew backwards a few inches and assessed Piper. “And you and your siblings. And Sheba, of course.”

“The wolf,” Piper said absently.

“She’s not a wolf.”

“I know. She told me.” Piper sighed. “Several times.”

The faerie giggled which sounded like the tinkling of small bells. “By the way, I’m Jasmine.”

He gave her a half-smile. Please go away; I want to be alone. “Nice to meet you, Jasmine.”

Jasmine did a pirouette. “I feel so fortunate. I was here. I saw the flute awaken. It was Spec-tac-u-lar.” She sang each syllable as she zipped up and then back. “Yes, spec-tac-u-lar, spec-tac-u-lar, spec-tac-u-lar.” Jasmine’s tinkling voice grew slightly louder, her wings fluttered faster, and her trail of faerie dust grew more distinct each time she repeated the word. “It’s so won-der-ful.” She spun around several times then stopped and put her tiny hands on Piper’s nose.

Piper was grateful Jasmine was still for a moment. He was getting dizzy trying to follow her flitting.

“The enchantment Melodica had us put on the flute is fully awake.”

“Enchantment?”

“Yes, your mother wanted something special before she gave it to you.”

Piper pursed his lips. “My grandfather gave me the flute, not Melodica.”

Jasmine tilted her head in a questioning manner. “Your grandfather?”

“Grand Master Raymond Acker.”

“Oh, yes, I remember. Melodica asked him to deliver the flute to you.” Jasmine laughed. “I remember his objections, too.” She put her hands on her hips, put a grumpy expression on her face and tried to affect a deep male voice. The change in her tone was barely perceptible, even to Piper's enhanced hearing.  “A child of six is too young for such a magnificent instrument. It should be saved until he is older and can appreciate it. He might damage it or lose it.”

She returned to her normal voice and posture. “But Melodica insisted. Cheap instruments can be shrill and squeak a lot. ‘Piper,’ she said, ‘needs a quality instrument to encourage his talent. He is going to be the best musician ever born.’” Jasmine shrugged. “Or something like that.”

Piper looked up with an amazed look. “That’s what Grandfather Acker said to my mother.”

Jasmine looked confused. “Your mother? Melodica? No. You’re the one who is confused.”

Piper sighed. “I mean my mortal mother. She objected because I was too young for the instrument. She said it should go to a master musician or a troubadour. Grandfather said the tone would make my parents joyful because of the quality and that I would take good care of it. And . . .”

Piper paused as he recalled the day when he played the first note on this flute. Vibrations went up his arms and through his body that day. It made music more alive than his toy reed and bone pipes ever had. Piper shuddered. I should have realized from the first day that the flute was enchanted. But I was only six. What did I know? He looked at Jasmine. Faeries and magic. I know so little about this realm. I need to go home.

“She didn’t understand. Humans never do.” Jasmine tapped her cheek with her finger. “Did you know, I was there when the spell was cast.” She giggled. “Silly me, of course you didn’t know. Anyway, Melodica had the flute specially made by one of the best flute makers in the realm and brought it to us faeries to have the enchantment put on it. It can never be damaged or lost as long as it belongs to you.”

Jasmine’s wings fluttered faster. “But now it’s in the faerie realm, and it doesn’t have to hide its magic, and you are ready to learn how to summon its deeper enchantments.” She clasped her hands together. “And I got to be here to see it awaken. Me and Peck. I’m so excited.” She paused. “Oh, I don’t think I was supposed to tell you all this. Melodica was going to. Or was that Redd-Leif Summerstorm? Or Master Crescendo? Or the Faerie Queen?” She shrugged. “Oh, well. Now you know. Isn’t it fan-tas-tic?”

Jasmine drew so close, Piper thought she was going to land on his cheek. “Peck and I were the first to see the flute awaken. Can I be your guardian faerie? For you and the flute? I mean, Peck and I have the right, but only if you want us to.”

The flute trilled excitedly.

Piper glanced at the flute then at the faerie. He took a breath and let it out slowly. “My flute seems to like the idea. But . . . but I’m not sure what that means or how it all works.”

Jasmine did a pirouette and exclaimed, “Oh, I’d be so happy to teach you.” Then she zipped into an intricate flight pattern to express her joy.

Piper watched with growing anxiety. I need to get away from the faerie realm, not become part of it. Captain Burkehart tried to warn me, once in, you are trapped.

He watched in silence as Jasmine continued to zip about. Lynx said even elementals seldom see a faerie. I've heard they are temperamental. But what does having a faerie guardian mean?

Jasmine finished her intricate flight pattern, ending with a run up the flute. Faerie dust trailed after her making the flute sparkle in the bright sun. Then Jasmine stopped in mid-air and hovered over the flute; her bright eyes focused on Piper. “Well? Can I be your guardian faerie?”

She looked so earnest he wasn’t sure whether to be excited or frightened.

The flute whistled, sending a vibration up his arms. He looked down at the flute. Piper gulped. If this flute was enchanted from the first, did I ever have a choice?

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Author Notes

Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles 3rd place February Book of the Month First--My apologies for the two year wait for this chapter. Thank you to the Fanstory members who have supported this novel from the beginning (rspoet and Pam (respa). Thanks especially go to Pam for reaching out to encourage me to return and finish it. Thanks also to lyenochka who has been so supportive of my writing. The writers on this site are the best and I count them as true friends. Cast of Characters *Piper = A musical apprentice, just turned age 15. *Rupert = A musical apprentice. Piper's friend, age 14. *Grand Master Raymond Acker = Head of the music guild. Piper's grandfather. Recently deceased leaving Piper an orphan under the care of the music guild. *Captain Burkehart = Captain of the Guard at Castle Welf *Redd-Leif Summerstorm = A Fae *Master Braun = Troubadour recently promoted to the rank of Master in the music guild at Castle Welf *Sheba = an enchanted creature in wolf form *Melodica = an Elven female *Master Raven = Elf; master hunter *Lynx = Ten-year-old son of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Serein = Six-year-old daughter of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Master Crescendo = Elven High Mage, First Sage of Music and Song *Lady Spring = Wife of Master Crescendo *Falcon, Blue Jay, and Robin = Teen-age elven hunters, nearly always together, slightly older than Piper at ages of 16 and 17 years-old Elementals, also called Fair Folk by humans *Fae = Oldest of the elemental races. Known as strong, swift and deadly by their enemies. Characterized by white hair and skin that shimmers silver-blue in direct moonlight. Usually taller than humans and muscular. *Elf = Most numerous of the elementals. Often slightly taller and more slender than humans. *Pixie = In their normal form they are six inches tall with wings, but they can change size to as large as humans or as small as a faerie. *Faerie = Vary in height from one to three inches. Wings vary and can appear to be like those of dragonflies or butterflies. Fair Folk = Name given to faerie races by humans. Refers to elves, Fae, faeries, brownies, sprites, gnomes, dwarfs, et

PREVIOUSLY
Piper is a young apprentice and prodigy in the music guild of Castle Welf. With the death of his grandfather, the Grand Master of the guild, Piper is assigned to a new music master. Master Braun takes Piper on his first traveling tour. During their travels, a wolf attack separates Piper and his friend Rupert from the traveling troupe. Redd-Leif Summerstorm, a powerful Fae, and Sheba, an enchanted wolf, rescue the boys and take them to the faerie realm. When we last left Piper, the flute that he has had since he was six had just come to life and frightened off three elven youths who were teasing him. Piper is now wondering about his trusty flute and what has happened to it.

END OF PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Jasmine finished her intricate flight pattern, ending with a run up the flute. Faerie dust trailed after her making the flute sparkle in the bright sun. Then Jasmine stopped in mid-air and hovered over the flute; her bright eyes focused on Piper. “Well? Can I be your guardian faerie?”

She looked so earnest he wasn’t sure whether to be excited or frightened.

The flute whistled, sending a vibration up his arms. He looked down at the flute. Piper gulped. If this flute was enchanted from the first, did I ever have a choice?

Chapter 44

Captain Burkehart jolted awake. He sat up, groaned, and rubbed his sore neck, shaking his head to clear the haze. What woke me?

He repositioned himself among the leaves and branches that made up his hiding place, bumping his bandaged hand against a stray piece of wood in the process. “Ouch.” At least it was a dull ache, not the throbbing of a few days ago. He blew on his fingers to ease the pain.

An insect buzzed past so close that he felt the vibration against his cheek. Leaning forward, he studied the adjoining area. A few hornets were zipping around, but that was all. For once, not a single faerie was in sight, not a single tinkling voice irritated his ears. But some strange sensation was raising goosebumps on his skin. What magic would do that? He adjusted to a kneeling position and peered through the trees. What charm would make the faeries desert the plateau?

Burkehart huffed. He was letting his imagination get the best of him. He had no idea what normal behavior was for faeries. Maybe, they just moved to another area.

He rubbed his arms, but the strange sensation persisted. Perhaps, he should venture out and look around. It would feel good to get out of this cramped area and stretch his legs. He couldn’t hide here forever anyway.

Burkehart strapped on his sword, and adjusted the position of the dagger on his belt. He considered his cloak for a moment. No, it isn’t that chilly and I can move more freely without it. He took a deep breath. All he could smell was moist soil and forest vegetation. Satisfied, he emerged from his hiding place. A bird chirped in the distance; a few insects buzzed about.

He stole along the edge of the clearing, careful to consider every step. Near the top of the trail that led to the plateau, he crouched behind a rock and peered down the slope. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Is that Piper? Is he alone?  His smile broadened. I couldn’t be that lucky.

A twig snapped underfoot as he shifted his weight. Out of habit, Burkehart’s hand went to his sword hilt. He held his breath. All was quiet. Piper was too far away to notice his movements. Besides, the sound of a flute seemed to be distracting Piper. Strange, he wasn’t playing the instrument, but the music was coming from somewhere near Piper and the lad did seem to be talking to someone. Is another music lesson in progress?

Burkehart edged his way down the trail, merging with the shadows, using vegetation as a shield against detection. As he drew closer, snatches of Piper’s comments drifted toward him.

“…won’t be long…talk to the flute to calm it down…”

What does that mean?

He crept closer and noticed two faeries hovering near Piper. The flute case hung on a tree limb and flute sounds came in chirps and squeals. The music seemed discordant, not at all what Piper would normally play. But no one appeared to be playing the flute.

Burkehart inched closer to hear what Piper was saying. The flute seemed to grow more agitated with each step he took. The case bounced as if the flute were trying to free itself. Probably some faerie charm. Those pesky faeries were making obnoxious tinkling noises as they hovered between the flute and Piper.

“I’m sorry. I thought you could understand it.” Piper addressed the female faerie. “Oh, you don’t speak flute? No, it’s upset because I’ve never left it behind before. I won’t be long, I promise.”

Is Piper talking with faeries? Burkehart’s eyes narrowed. Only fair folk could do that, and not all of them had the ability. But…hadn’t someone told him long ago that Faerie was a language that could be learned? He didn’t know anyone who spoke it. Piper is a bright lad and he's been in the faerie realm for over a week. Maybe, he's picked up a bit of the language. Or, maybe, he's pretending so he can appease the faeries.

Piper turned and started up the path, but the female faerie zipped over to hover in front of him, tinkling wildly.

“Nonsense, Jasmine. I’ll only be gone a few minutes,” Piper said. “Well…ah, you see…since the flute has come to life, it gets so excited that I’m afraid that it won’t be able to contain itself and its excited trilling will spoil the surprise. So…it is best if I do this alone so the flute will be surprised, too.”

The flute has come to life? Is that the magic that is making my skin crawl? The conversation continued, but Burkehart turned and edged back up the slope so he could be at the plateau when Piper arrived.

At the top of the trail, Burkehart looked back to see Piper about mid-way up the slope. It would only take him a few more minutes to reach the plateau. Burkehart hurried to his hiding place and reached for his knapsack. He rummaged through it to locate the small pouch he had hidden in the bottom. Opening the pouch, he examined the contents then tied it to his belt. Not much left, but it doesn’t require much.

When Burkehart emerged from his lair, Piper was walking toward the spot where he had his lessons with the music master.

“Hello, Piper,” Burkehart called.

Piper turned, a puzzled look on his face. “Hello?” He glanced toward the path he’d just climbed, probably considering an escape route.

Burkehart looked down at his clothes. His trip through the falls and hiding in the small grove of trees had left him with rips in his tunic; dirt clung to his clothes. He looked tattered. The bandaged hand didn’t help. Admittedly, he hadn’t even paused to comb his hair this morning. Not very professional for the head of the castle guard.

“Piper, it’s me, Captain Burkehart. I know I must look a little…ah…disheveled.”

Relief crossed Piper’s face. “Captain? What...why...how did you get here?”

Burkehart put on his best smile. “It wasn’t easy. The entrance to the faerie realm is well hidden. We should catch up. I was about to have some tea and a biscuit. It isn’t much, but you’re welcome to join me.”

“Thank you for the offer, sir. I would like that. I can gather wood, if you like.”

“I would appreciate that.”

Burkehart bit his lip as the tinder ignited. Discovery seems unlikely now the faeries are gone. And something hot sounds delightful after so many days of cold rations. Besides, I need the tea if this plan is to work. He poured water from his water skin into a small pot and placed it on the fire, keeping a watchful eye on Piper as he sat on a convenient rock and stared off into the distance.

“You’re awfully quiet, young man.”

Piper looked up. “Sorry, sir. I have a lot on my mind.”

“Anything I can help with?”

Piper shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“Well, you think about it and let me know. Being in this realm can be unsettling.”

“Yeah, it can.” Piper turned to look at a bird that flew by. “Nice colors.”

“I agree.” 

While Piper was distracted, Burkehart reached two fingers into the pouch on his belt then flicked a pinch of dark powder into a cup. He added hot tea and watched the powder dissolve. Elfbane. It was deadly to anyone with elven blood. I'll have my answer soon.

Burkehart walked over and handed the cup to Piper.

“Thank you, Captain.”

Burkehart nodded. “You’re welcome, young man.”

Down the slope, flute music grew into a shrill cacophony of frenzied trills and squeals.

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Author Notes

Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles Cast of Characters *Piper = A musical apprentice, just turned age 15. *Rupert = A musical apprentice. Piper's friend, age 14. *Grand Master Raymond Acker = Head of the music guild. Piper's grandfather. Recently deceased leaving Piper an orphan under the care of the music guild. *Captain Burkehart = Captain of the Guard at Castle Welf *Redd-Leif Summerstorm = A Fae *Master Braun = Troubadour recently promoted to the rank of Master in the music guild at Castle Welf *Sheba = an enchanted creature in wolf form *Melodica = an Elven female *Master Raven = Elf; master hunter *Lynx = Ten-year-old son of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Serein = Six-year-old daughter of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Master Crescendo = Elven High Mage, First Sage of Music and Song *Lady Spring = Wife of Master Crescendo *Falcon, Blue Jay, and Robin = Teen-age elven hunters, nearly always together, slightly older than Piper at ages of 16 and 17 years-old Elementals, also called Fair Folk by humans *Fae = Oldest of the elemental races. Known as strong, swift and deadly by their enemies. Characterized by white hair and skin that shimmers silver-blue in direct moonlight. Usually taller than humans and muscular. *Elf = Most numerous of the elementals. Often slightly taller and more slender than humans. *Pixie = In their normal form they are six inches tall with wings, but they can change size to as large as humans or as small as a faerie. *Faerie = Vary in height from one to three inches. Wings vary and can appear to be like those of dragonflies or butterflies. Fair Folk = Name given to faerie races (elementals) by humans. Refers to elves, Fae, faeries, brownies, sprites, gnomes, dwarfs, etc.

Chapter 45
The Piper, part 45

By w.j.debi

See author notes for synopsis of the story so far

Chapter 45

Redd-Leif stood in the shadows of a stand of trees that bordered the Summerstorm cottage and watched Lynx emerge from the shrubbery at the opposite side of the glen. Lynx rushed toward a boulder at the glen’s edge. Redd-Leif chuckled. He could imagine the gleam of anticipation in his son’s eyes.

The boulder Lynx had chosen was flat and fairly level. The family often used it for a table when they gathered for parties and archery competitions. Adults liked using it because it was about waist-high. It hit Lynx mid-chest, limiting his use to the area within his reach.

Lynx wiped his hands on his tunic. The smell of moss and leather wafted toward Redd-Leif as he did so. The boy’s hands must have been damp from gathering ammunition from the streambed for the coming activity. Then Lynx pulled the strap that crossed his chest over his head and set the attached pouch on the boulder. He glanced toward the stand of trees, but didn’t notice his father.

Lynx tipped the pouch. A dozen or so stones tumble out. He began arranging them by size, continuing to steal glimpses over his shoulder while he considered each stone in turn.

Redd-Leif started forward. “Hello, Lynx. Are you ready?”

Lynx gave a start and Redd-Leif saw the boy take a breath to steady himself.

“Hi, Papa.” Lynx was obviously resisting the urge to bounce up and down, but the lilt in his voice betrayed his excitement.

Redd-Leif smiled at Lynx’s eagerness. When he reached the boulder, he placed a hand on Lynx’s shoulder. “Let’s see what you have, my boy.”

Lynx took a step back, biting his bottom lip as Papa examined the stones.

Redd-Leif picked up each stone in turn, rubbed it between his fingers and held it up for a closer examination. Occasionally, he pursed his lips, or stole a sideways glance at Lynx.

Lynx was forgetting to blink as he waited.

“Well, Lynx…” Redd-Leif paused.

Lynx held his breath.

“…you’ve done an outstanding job.” He reached into a pouch at his side. “So, as promised, here is your sling.”

Lynx stared at the object in his open palm for several seconds. The woven woolen cords tumbled down each side of his hand as he rubbed the rawhide of the sling pocket with his fingers. Then he yelped and leapt into the air, jumping around for a good fifteen seconds.

Redd-Leif laughed at the antics. “You act like this when you are hunting and you’ll scare the game so far away that sling will be useless.”

“I know, Papa, but I’ve been waiting for so long. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Lynx pulled on the woolen cords to test their strength, then looked up at his father and beamed.

 “Tell me again why you want to be a slinger. You’re proficient with a bow and arrow. Surely, that is enough.”

“No, Papa. I want to be a slinger like you. Good slingers are even quicker and more precise than archers. Ammunition is easier to come by. A sling is easier to carry. Besides, you said you would teach me when I was old enough.”

“And able to handle the weapon responsibly.”

Lynx frowned.

Redd-Leif laughed and reached over to ruffle Lynx’s hair. “Relax. I think you’re ready. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have spent the last week going over the best sizes and shapes of stones to use and then spent time searching for some. I see you remembered that streambeds offer some of the finest choices because of the shapes and smoothness of the rocks found there.” He paused for a moment and added, “Do you think you can calm down long enough to learn how to load stones into that thing?”

Lynx nodded vigorously. “Yes, Papa.”

“Very well. Let’s begin with stationary targets.”

Redd-Leif spent several minutes demonstrating how to load, aim, and cast with his own sling. When he was ready to show Lynx how to hold the sling, Lynx already had the finger loop of one cord over his middle finger and was holding the knot of the other cord between his thumb and index finger.

Redd-Leif raised an approving eyebrow. “Looks like someone has been studying already.”

Lynx grinned. “I can concentrate when it’s hunting.”

During the next few minutes, Lynx made his first attempts at casting. The stones didn’t come near to hitting the mark and several went wild.

Lynx grimaced. “Sorry, Papa.”

“You are doing fine, my boy. It takes practice, and more practice, and then some more practice. Remember, it took time with the bow and arrow. Be patient with yourself.”

Lynx loaded a stone into the projectile pocket, took a breath, and placed his feet in stance to cast his next projectile.

The hair on the back of Redd-Leif’s neck suddenly stood on end.

“Papa?”

Redd-Leif put up a hand to indicate silence. He gazed off into the distance and sniffed the air.

“It feels strange, Papa. What is it?”

“A new magic. And…” He paused for a moment to soak in the new magic, analyzing it. Then he looked back at Lynx. “I want you to head to the cottage.”

“Is it dangerous, Papa?”

“New doesn’t necessarily mean dangerous, just different. I’d like to investigate.”

“Can I go with you?”

Redd-Leif smiled down at his son. “It’s probably nothing and I need you to let your mother know what I’m doing. Now, go. Tell your mother I’ll be back shortly.”

Lynx sighed. “Yes, Papa.” He shuffled toward the cottage.

“And Lynx. We’ll continue the lesson as soon as I get back.”

Lynx beamed. “Thank you, Papa.” Then he took off at a quick jog.

Redd-Leif watched his son disappear into the cottage before he turned and sprang toward the source of the new magic. Ignoring the established trails, he let his senses draw him through the forest vegetation, moving swiftly and silently. The magic itself didn’t seem dangerous, just extremely animated. But there was something more. An element of music. A minor key. Discordant. Threatening.

A chill went down Redd-Leif's spine. Magic and music. That could only mean Piper.

Author Notes

PREVIOUSLY Piper is a young apprentice and prodigy in the music guild of Castle Welf. With the death of his grandfather, the Grand Master of the guild, Piper is assigned to a new music master. Master Braun takes Piper on his first traveling tour. During their travels, a wolf attack separates Piper and his friend Rupert from the traveling troupe. Redd-Leif Summerstorm, a powerful Fae, and Sheba, an enchanted wolf, rescue the boys and take them to the faerie realm. When we last left Piper, the flute that he has had since he was six had just come to life and frightened off three elven youths who were teasing him. Piper is now wondering about his trusty flute and what has happened to it. Captain Burkehart has made his way to the Faery Realm and has been hiding. He just handed Piper a cup of tea laced with elfbane in the last chapter. Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles Cast of Characters *Piper = A musical apprentice, just turned age 15. *Rupert = A musical apprentice. Piper's friend, age 14. *Grand Master Raymond Acker = Head of the music guild. Piper's grandfather. Recently deceased leaving Piper an orphan under the care of the music guild. *Captain Burkehart = Captain of the Guard at Castle Welf *Redd-Leif Summerstorm = A Fae *Master Braun = Troubadour recently promoted to the rank of Master in the music guild at Castle Welf *Sheba = an enchanted creature in wolf form *Melodica = an Elven female *Master Raven = Elf; master hunter *Lynx = Ten-year-old son of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Serein = Six-year-old daughter of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Master Crescendo = Elven High Mage, First Sage of Music and Song *Lady Spring = Wife of Master Crescendo *Falcon, Blue Jay, and Robin = Teen-age elven hunters, nearly always together, slightly older than Piper at ages of 16 and 17 years-old Elementals, also called Fair Folk by humans *Fae = Oldest of the elemental races. Known as strong, swift and deadly by their enemies. Characterized by white hair and skin that shimmers silver-blue in direct moonlight. Usually taller than humans and muscular. *Elf = Most numerous of the elementals. Often slightly taller and more slender than humans. *Pixie = In their normal form they are six inches tall with wings, but they can change size to as large as humans or as small as a faerie. *Faerie = Vary in height from one to three inches. Wings vary and can appear to be like those of dragonflies or butterflies. Fair Folk = Name given to faerie races (elementals) by humans. Refers to elves, Fae, faeries, brownies, sprites, gnomes, dwarfs, etc.

Chapter 46
The Piper, part 46

By w.j.debi

see Author notes for synopsis of the story so far.

 

 

Chapter 46

Captain Burkehart sat on a log across from Piper, drinking tea from a tin cup. He clenched and unclenched his right hand to relieve the swelling and stiffness of his bandaged index and middle fingers. As he did so, he studied Piper.

The lad’s tall for his age and slender like an elf. But the same could be said of some human youths. At his age it’s difficult to be certain. Elves don’t develop pointy ears until puberty, some even later, especially if their blood is mixed. Burkehart noted the cup of tea he’d given Piper sat on the rock beside him, untouched.

“You should drink that tea while it is still hot, young man. I made it from some of the flowers and herbs on this plateau.” He took another gulp. “It’s tasty, if I say so myself.”

Piper looked up. “I will, sir. I’m letting it cool down first.” A weak smile tugged at his lips. “Grandpa Acker used to tease me about liking my tea lukewarm.”

Burkehart took a final bite of his biscuit and another gulp of tea. “Speaking of the music master, didn’t I hear you were only nine when you came to live at Castle Welf with your grandfather? Why so young? Most apprentices start at twelve or thirteen.”

“I was visiting him for the summer. While I was away, my parents died of the fever.” Piper poked at the dirt with a stick. “I guess I was lucky. If I’d been at home, it’s likely I would have died, too. Anyway, I had no other relatives to take me in and it seemed logical to begin my apprenticeship since I wanted to be  a musician.”

“So that’s how you became the youngest prodigy of Castle Welf.”

Piper blushed. “Yeah. Some people say that.”

Burkehart glanced at his sword resting next to him, then toward the trail. He made a quick survey of the surrounding area. Rocky walls rose on one end. Stands of trees boarded the other. Short green grass covered the ground; velvety moss hugged shaded spots. In the canyon below, the roar of the river rushing towards Hidden Falls gave a muted hint of its power. Except for a few hornets buzzing around and the occasional bird flying past, they had the plateau to themselves. He took another gulp of tea.

Come on, Piper. Drink the tea. If you’re human, like I hope, it won’t harm you. We’ll get out of this cursed realm and away from the fair folk. But if you have elven blood the elfbane will do its work.

Burkehart hated to admit it, but a part of him hoped Piper would spill the contents of that cup. Piper reminded him of himself as a youth—reserved, unsure of his heritage or his future, but full of promise and dreams.

“Something bothering you, Piper? You’re awfully quiet.”

Piper shrugged. “Sorry, Captain. I have a lot to think about. So much has happened the last few weeks.”

 “Such as?”

“The wolf attack, coming to the faerie realm.” He sighed. “My flute coming to life.”

“Come to life? In what way?”

“Well, it plays music by itself. I’ve never seen that before. In the human realm, a musician controls his instruments.”

“Yes, that would be unsettling. It’s enchanted, no doubt.” Burkehart noted the missing flute and felt a twinge of hope. Piper seems disturbed about the flute’s enchantment and being in this realm. Maybe he is human. “Where is the flute?”

“Just down the trail. Can’t you hear it?”

“Ah, so that is your flute making all that noise?”

“Yes.”

“It doesn’t play itself nearly as well as you play it.”

“Thank you, Captain. But…well, I’m not sure if I should play it now.”

“That must be difficult; you’ve had it a long time.”

“Since I was six.” Piper’s shoulders slumped. “It’s just so changed.”

Not sure what else to say, Burkehart stood. “I’m getting more tea. Want another biscuit while I’m up?”

“No, thank you, sir.”

Even though the fire was only a few feet away, Burkehart noted the position of his sword against the log before stepping away. His hand went to the dagger at his side and stayed there until he stooped to pour tea into his cup. Once the cup was full, his hand went back to the dagger. Through every motion, he kept an eye on Piper.

Piper picked up the cup next to him.

Finally.

The lad sniffed the contents.

Can he smell the elfbane? Burkehart tensed. Come on, Piper. Take a sip.

Piper put the cup to his lips.

A sudden blur of motion sent the cup flying, the contents splashing in various directions as the cup bounced across the grass. Piper yelped and jumped to his feet.

Burkehart dove for his sword, drawing first the sword then his dagger from their sheaths as he rolled to a crouching position and rose to his feet. He stepped toward Piper, but a large, powerful Fae was already blocking his path. Burkehart’s lips curled into a snarl. “Summerstorm.”

 Wide-eyed, Piper addressed the tall, angry Fae in front of him. “What…why?”

Summerstorm regarded his son. “I’m not sure what the elfbane would do to you, my boy. I couldn’t take the chance.”

“Elfbane?”

“I could smell it in the tea. It’s deadly to elves and you are part elf.”

So, you are faerie-born. Burkehart felt the hatred welling inside him.

Piper shook his head. “No, you’re wrong. Captain Burkehart wouldn’t hurt me. He came to find me, to help me.” He turned to Burkehart. “Right, Captain?”

Burkehart glared at Piper. Through clenched teeth he said, “Yes. I came to find you.”

Piper blanched and took a step back.

“But you’re not here to help Piper, are you?” Summerstorm asked. “You used him to get into the faerie realm. Why?”

Burkehart adjusted his stance and pointed his blades at the unarmed Fae. Then he sneered. “Revenge.”

Author Notes

PREVIOUSLY Piper is a young apprentice and prodigy in the music guild of Castle Welf. With the death of his grandfather, the Grand Master of the guild, Piper is assigned to a new music master. Master Braun takes Piper on his first traveling tour. During their travels, a wolf attack separates Piper and his friend Rupert from the traveling troupe. Redd-Leif Summerstorm, a powerful Fae, and Sheba, an enchanted wolf, rescue the boys and take them to the faerie realm. When we last left Piper, the flute that he has had since he was six had just come to life and frightened off three elven youths who were teasing him. Piper is now wondering about his trusty flute and what has happened to it. Captain Burkehart has made his way to the Faery Realm and has been hiding. He just handed Piper a cup of tea laced with elfbane. In the previous chapter, Piper's father senses danger and is looking for Piper. Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles Cast of Characters *Piper = A musical apprentice, just turned age 15. *Rupert = A musical apprentice. Piper's friend, age 14. *Grand Master Raymond Acker = Head of the music guild. Piper's grandfather. Recently deceased leaving Piper an orphan under the care of the music guild. *Captain Burkehart = Captain of the Guard at Castle Welf *Redd-Leif Summerstorm = A Fae *Master Braun = Troubadour recently promoted to the rank of Master in the music guild at Castle Welf *Sheba = an enchanted creature in wolf form *Melodica = an Elven female *Master Raven = Elf; master hunter *Lynx = Ten-year-old son of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Serein = Six-year-old daughter of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Master Crescendo = Elven High Mage, First Sage of Music and Song *Lady Spring = Wife of Master Crescendo *Falcon, Blue Jay, and Robin = Teen-age elven hunters, nearly always together, slightly older than Piper at ages of 16 and 17 years-old Elementals, also called Fair Folk by humans *Fae = Oldest of the elemental races. Known as strong, swift and deadly by their enemies. Characterized by white hair and skin that shimmers silver-blue in direct moonlight. Usually taller than humans and muscular. *Elf = Most numerous of the elementals. Often slightly taller and more slender than humans. *Pixie = In their normal form they are six inches tall with wings, but they can change size to as large as humans or as small as a faerie. *Faerie = Vary in height from one to three inches. Wings vary and can appear to be like those of dragonflies or butterflies. Fair Folk = Name given to faerie races (elementals) by humans. Refers to elves, Fae, faeries, brownies, sprites, gnomes, dwarfs, etc.

Chapter 47
The Piper, part 47

By w.j.debi

see author notes for a synopsis of the story so far

Chapter 47

Piper stood motionless, eyeing the two combatants in front of him. Both appeared rooted in place. Both were set to erupt into action at any instant. He clenched his empty fists. I wish I had my flute with me. I’m not sure what I could do, but I feel so helpless without it. Down the trail, the flute continued its agitated cacophony of trills and squeals. Piper resisted the urge to bolt and retrieve it. The slightest twitch on his part might ignite the looming confrontation.

Captain Burkehart’s blades flashed in the sun. The points of his sword and dagger were trained on Summerstorm, poised for attack, daring the Fae to move. The rage in his eyes hinted at a fury barely held in check.

Likewise, Redd-Leif Summerstorm was all flexing muscle and sinew, the embodiment of the legendary Fae warrior. With arms lifted and fingers curled, he appeared ready to seize his opponent and rip him to shreds. He inhaled power. He exhaled intimidation. The glint in his eye looked sharp enough to cut an adversary in two. Even unarmed, he was menacing.

“Revenge?” Summerstorm’s voice was low and deliberate. “Why now, Burkehart? The Human-Elemental Treaties were signed decades ago.”

“Not by me.” Burkehart took a step to his left.

“Be realistic, Captain. Those offenses are long behind us.” Summerstorm moved to his right. Piper was relieved to find himself blocked from Burkehart’s direct line of attack.

“Behind us?” Burkehart huffed. “Never! Someone must pay for what happened to my brother.” Burkehart adjusted the grip on his sword hilt.

 Summerstorm lifted an eyebrow. “Bandaged fingers, Captain? Perhaps the healers should look at your wounds. They could make sure they aren’t infected. We could resume this argument once you recover.”

“I’ve been worse and still bested my foe.” Burkehart sheathed his dagger then gripped the sword hilt with both hands.

Summerstorm took a deep breath. He exhaled ever so slowly, an action which somehow made him appear more threatening. “You blame elementals? It was a human arrow that killed your brother.”

“I blame you. He served under your command. It is your fault he is dead. You lured him away to the faerie realm.” Burkehart swept his sword in a preparatory maneuver.

Piper cringed at the whooshing sound it made.

“We all lost loved ones in the war. I, too, wish it were otherwise. Your brother was a good friend as well as a great warrior.”

“He should have fought with the humans.”

“Like you did? How would that have protected him?”

“At least we would have been together.” The anger in Burkehart’s voice increased. “He was my best friend. You took him from me.”

“Oh?” Summerstorm clenched and unclenched his fists. “Your brother came to us. He said he wanted to honor his grandfather’s troll and elven heritage by joining us.”

“You tricked him. My brother was more human than fair folk.” He arced his sword in another preparatory sweep then shifted several steps to his right.

Piper remained as still as possible to keep from attracting attention.

 “There is no dishonor in acknowledging you are part elf and troll.”

The fire in Burkehart’s eyes increased. “Elves are a pompous lot. Trolls are ugly and stupid.”

“You know better. Elves are as varied as humans in their traits. Trolls may have a different standard of beauty, but they certainly are not stupid. The ones I’ve known are a strong, clever people. You should be proud of your heritage. Troll, elven and human is a unique mix. You gain benefits from each.”

“Benefits?” Burkehart huffed. “All I got out of it is an abnormally long life. I must move every eight or ten years or people get suspicious because I don’t age like they do.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Captain. Come, live in the faerie realm. Age means little to us. Many people of mixed blood live here.”

“Never.” He slashed the sword twice at Summerstorm who jumped back to avoid the blade. The two started circling. Piper began inching his way along the edge of the trees in the direction of the trail.

Burkehart looked over at Piper.

Piper froze. Oh, I was hoping they’d forgotten I was here.

“He is your son, isn’t he, Summerstorm? It wasn’t just a trick to get him into the faerie realm and exploit his musical talent.”

“Yes. He is my son.” Summerstorm glanced at Piper then returned his focus to Burkehart. “As you say, my son was raised as a human. It’s something you have in common. In fact, he has counted you as a friend. You like the lad, why not let him go now? He has served his purpose.”

“No!”

“Why? He has done nothing to harm you. Anything that passed between the two of us happened decades before he was born. No sense hurting him.”

“Hurting him, hurts you.”

A chill went down Piper’s spine.

“Come on, Summerstorm, stop stalling. Where are those legendary fighting skills I’ve heard so much about? Out of practice?”

“You wish.”

A wasp landed on Burkehart’s cheek. He brushed it off and watched as it buzzed away.

This gave Summerstorm time to pick up several stones which he threw in quick succession. Thud, thud, thud.

Burkehart grunted as each one hit him. He roared then lunged forward to engage Summerstorm who side-stepped. The captain blundered past. He turned, leaving his back to Piper.

Piper wiped at the perspiration beading on his forehead. What can I do? The flute was still protesting down the trail. I can control insects and plants with music, but how can that help? He quickened his pace through the trees. Once he was across from the trail, he paused to survey the clearing. He took a deep breath. Now or never.

Crack! Thunk! Swish!

Piper looked back at the fight.

Summerstorm was wielding a branch like a sword. He blocked a barrage of blows. Burkehart slashed at him. Summerstorm brought the branch down hard. The blade stuck in the wood. The two combatants grappled for position. Summerstorm dropped his hold on the branch and backed up.

The branch dropped to the ground dragging the sword down with it. Burkehart stumbled as he struggled to keep a grip on his sword. Once he regained his footing, he stepped forward to brace his foot against the branch. With a grunt, he yanked his blade free. Panting, he dropped back into fighting stance. “So unimpressive, Summerstorm.”

“You fight more like a troll than a human.”

Burkehart roared.

“Sound more like one, too.”

While the two combatants eyed each other, Piper broke from the shadows and ran for the trail.

Burkehart charged toward Summerstorm then changed direction at the last moment. In the seconds it took for Summerstorm to reposition himself, Burkehart dashed past him to cut off Piper.

Piper yelped. Panicking, he retreated toward the opposite end of the plateau.

Summerstorm tackled Burkehart around the knees. They tumbled to the ground. Burkehart kicked a foot free then smashed Summerstorm in the face.

Summerstorm groaned. He rolled to the side, wiping at the blood on his face. Dazed, he shook his head.

In horror, Piper watched Burkehart get up. The captain started toward him, cutting off his access to the trail. Desperate to avoid being herded toward the rim of the plateau, Piper kept changing course. Each time he did, Burkehart countered. Territory to maneuver quickly diminished until Piper was at the edge of the cliff. He looked down the steep slope. Below him, the rushing river thundered.

Piper turned to face the plateau. Captain Burkehart stood only a few feet away, staring at him.

“Nowhere left to run, elfling.”

Burkehart lifted the sword above his head. Instinctively, Piper raised his hands to block the blow. He closed his eyes. Footsteps crunched toward him.

Smack!

Instead of the impact of the blade, a hand grabbed Piper’s tunic. He was tossed several yards, landing with a thump. Piper rolled to his feet. Glancing back, he saw Burkehart had been knocked to his knees. Summerstorm was struggling for footing at the edge of the cliff. Suddenly, the ground under Summerstorm’s feet crumbled away.

“No!” Piper shouted.

Even as he disappeared over the ledge, Summerstorm called, “Run, Piper!”

Burkehart rose to his feet. The blade of his sword glinted in the sun as he strode to the edge of the cliff. He peered down the slope. Then he turned and locked eyes on Piper.

Piper gulped.

Burkehart sneered. “Like the Fae said. Run.”

Author Notes

PREVIOUSLY Piper is a young apprentice and prodigy in the music guild of Castle Welf. With the death of his grandfather, the Grand Master of the guild, Piper is assigned to a new music master. Master Braun takes Piper on his first traveling tour. During their travels, a wolf attack separates Piper and his friend Rupert from the traveling troupe. Redd-Leif Summerstorm, a powerful Fae, and Sheba, an enchanted wolf, rescue the boys and take them to the faerie realm.The flute that he has had since he was six comes to life and frightens off three elven youths who were teasing him. Piper wonders about his trusty flute and what the changes mean. Captain Burkehart has made his way to the Faerie Realm and has been hiding. He reveals himself to Piper, tries to poison him, and Piper is saved by the timely arrival of Summerstorm. Burkehart and Summerstorm are now confronting each other. Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles Cast of Characters *Piper = A musical apprentice, just turned age 15. *Rupert = A musical apprentice. Piper's friend, age 14. *Grand Master Raymond Acker = Head of the music guild. Piper's grandfather. Recently deceased leaving Piper an orphan under the care of the music guild. *Captain Burkehart = Captain of the Guard at Castle Welf *Redd-Leif Summerstorm = A Fae *Master Braun = Troubadour recently promoted to the rank of Master in the music guild at Castle Welf *Sheba = an enchanted creature in wolf form *Melodica = an Elven female *Master Raven = Elf; master hunter *Lynx = Ten-year-old son of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Serein = Six-year-old daughter of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Master Crescendo = Elven High Mage, First Sage of Music and Song *Lady Spring = Wife of Master Crescendo *Falcon, Blue Jay, and Robin = Teen-age elven hunters, nearly always together, slightly older than Piper at ages of 16 and 17 years-old Elementals, also called Fair Folk by humans *Fae = Oldest of the elemental races. Known as strong, swift and deadly by their enemies. Characterized by white hair and skin that shimmers silver-blue in direct moonlight. Usually taller than humans and muscular. *Elf = Most numerous of the elementals. Often slightly taller and more slender than humans. *Pixie = In their normal form they are six inches tall with wings, but they can change size to as large as humans or as small as a faerie. *Faerie = Vary in height from one to three inches. Wings vary and can appear to be like those of dragonflies or butterflies. Fair Folk = Name given to faerie races (elementals) by humans. Refers to elves, Fae, faeries, brownies, sprites, gnomes, dwarfs, etc.

Chapter 48
The Piper, Part 48

By w.j.debi

see author notes for synopsis of the story so far

 

Chapter 48
      
Piper’s thoughts raced faster than his pounding heart. No time to focus. Only time to run. The plateau was small, but the trail to safety seemed an unreachable distance away. How close was Captain Burkehart with that sword? He didn’t dare turn to look.

When he was half-way across the plateau, a large gray wolf crested the top of the trail. Bounding at an incredible speed, she headed straight for Piper. Sheba didn’t break stride as she knocked him down, dropping something at his side. The growl that erupted from her as she passed gave Piper goosebumps.

He rolled to his feet, instinctively clutching the flute Sheba had dropped. Snarling and cursing drew Piper’s attention to the attack. He froze. Blade and fangs grappled just a hundred paces away as Sheba fought with Burkehart.

Two faeries darted into Piper’s direct line of vision. Tiny, tinkling voices shouted in unison, “Play the flute, Piper!”
     

“Oh.” Piper put the flute to his lips.
     

Well, it’s about time, Piper. You haven’t played a note since I came alive. I have a lengthy scolding to give you. But first we must save Redd-Leif.
     

Redd-Leif is alive? Wait. You speak?
     

Later. Follow the faeries!
     

Peck zipped away. Jasmine hovered for a moment. “Hurry, Piper. Lord Summerstorm can’t hold on much longer.”
     

“Redd-Leif is alive.”  A new sense of determination energized Piper as he raced toward the rim of the plateau. The flute sent vibrations up his arm as it chirped its encouragement.
     

At the edge of the plateau, Piper peered down the steep slope. Redd-Leif clung one-handed from a sapling. His feet appeared to be touching the ground, but didn’t seem to have purchase. He was struggling to get a grasp with his other hand. The sapling looked as if it could be uprooted at any moment, if it didn’t snap first. Lower down, there was a line of bushes. They were too small and widespread to catch Redd-Leif if he fell. Below that, the rushing river thundered toward Hidden Falls.
    

Faerie dust sparkled in the sun as the two faeries flew circle-eights around Redd-Leif and the sapling. One of the faeries broke from the pattern. A trail of faerie dust headed for Piper.
     

Jasmine stopped an inch from his nose. “Hurry, Piper. That sapling can’t last much longer. It’s roots aren’t deep enough.”
     

Not knowing what else to do, Piper put the flute to his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he began playing the tune his grandfather had taught him. Redd-Leif once told him this tune held deeper magic. Focus. That was the instruction Master Crescendo often gave. Piper concentrated on the sapling. It wanted to help, but it was weakening. Grow. Its trunk thickened slightly. Roots searched for soil to dig into.
     

It isn’t working, Piper, the flute said. Too much rock, too many stones. Nowhere for the roots to go.
     

Thank you, little sapling. You've been very brave. Piper turned his attention to the bushes. They were eager to respond. Boughs began thickening, lengthening, reaching to entwine with neighboring bushes. Roots tunneled deeper into rich soil. Leaves sprouted, unfurling into lush foliage. The line of bushes returned a sense of welcoming, a sense of purpose, a joy for life.
     

Piper paused playing for a moment. “Jasmine, please tell my father to slide down the slope. The bushes will catch him. He can rest there until help comes.”
     

“On my way.” She zipped downward. 
     

Piper watched her reach Redd-Leif. He wished he could hear Jasmine’s tinkling voice, but the river was too loud. He started playing again. There was a slight hitch in the tune as he watched Redd-Leif release his grip on the sapling and slide down the slope. He bounced once upon hitting the bushes but they held. Redd-Leif waved, indicating he was alright. The faeries circled him. The bushes seemed pleased with themselves. Piper smiled. Thank you for your help.  
     

Pained yelping pulled Piper’s attention back down the plateau.
     

Sheba? the flute questioned.
     

Sounds like she is in trouble. Piper took the flute from his lips. He hurried over to a spot where he could see into the plateau. Burkehart stood over a prone Sheba, his blade glinting in the sun. 
     

Whoosh! A faerie buzzed past. Glittering dust trailed to the conflict below. 
     

“Jasmine! What are you doing?” Piper took several steps forward then paused.
     

Jasmine zipped, dodged, looped, and swirled around Burkehart. The captain turned his attention from Sheba to swipe at the faerie with his free hand. When he found he was too slow to hit the faerie, he lifted his sword and started batting at her. Frustrated, he roared. Then he locked eyes on Piper. Ignoring the faerie, Burkehart growled, “This is your doing, elfling.” The captain started upward.
     

Panicked, Piper realized Burkehart was between him and the trail. He looked around for a tree or a plant he could use to stop the captain. Vines to entangle him? Thickets to create a barrier? What could he get to grow fast enough? Then Piper spotted the nest. Wasps.
     

Piper put the flute to his lips. He played the tune Master Crescendo had taught him when he called the wasps previously. 
     

Good plan, the flute responded.
     

A few wasps buzzed past. He wouldn’t need the entire swarm, just a few wasps to distract the captain. They will need direction. Focus. Visualize. What do I want them to do? Distract. Block.
     

“What?” Burkehart bellowed as he tromped forward. “Do you intend to force me to dance to your little tune? It won’t work. Your flute is no match for my sword. You’re the one that will be doing the dancing.”
     

Come on wasps. Where are you? True, the wasps had taken time to respond when he had called them before, but he hadn’t wanted to call them then. He’d considered Master Crescendo crazy for requiring him to do it. Now, he was desperate for them to respond.
     

Hurry, Piper. He’s getting closer.
     

Piper increased the tempo of the music. A small circle of wasp began forming directly in front of the captain, slowing his progress as he moved to avoid them. Piper increased the pace of the rhythm again. More wasps joined the swarm. Stay between me and Burkehart. 
     

The captain continued to move up the plateau. Wasps darted and buzzed. Individual buzzing took on a group hum that pulsed in time to the rhythm of Piper’s tune. 
     

When he was only a dozen paces away, Burkehart paused to glare at Piper. “You can’t play forever, elfling. You’ll run out of breath sooner or later.”
     

Piper didn’t dare remove the flute from his lips to give a retort. He modulated the melody to a minor key. The wasps buzzed wildly. A few wasps broke from the group and stung Burkehart on the hand. He dropped his sword. When he bent to pick it up, the swarm blocked him, forcing him to back away. Protect me. Piper took the opportunity to move past the captain so that he had access to the plateau. Now, Burkehart was the one cut off from escape.
     

The captain clenched his teeth, glaring at Piper. “Once I get loose, I’m going to whittle that flute into pieces too small for kindling.”
     

Stay between me and Burkehart. Piper moved toward Burkehart. The swarm moved in front of him, forcing Burkehart to back away one step at at time until his back was against the canyon wall. 
     

Don’t let him escape. Keep him here. The swarm hummed in time to the rhythm of Piper’s music. 
     

Piper stopped playing. He waited a moment to make certain the swarm was still concentrating on their captive. 
 

Then he looked down the plateau to locate the gray wolf. He could just make out Sheba’s form in the grass below. She didn’t stir. He looked up to see Jasmine and Peck hovering in front of him. “Sheba?”
     

Jasmine looked worried. “Sheba is alive, but she is hurt bad.”
     

Piper nodded at the faeries “Let’s go.”
     

The flute trilled agreement.
     

With Jasmine and Peck flanking him on each side, Piper raced toward Sheba.

Author Notes

PREVIOUSLY Piper is a young apprentice and prodigy in the music guild of Castle Welf. With the death of his grandfather, the Grand Master of the guild, Piper is assigned to a new music master. Master Braun takes Piper on his first traveling tour. During their travels, a wolf attack separates Piper and his friend Rupert from the traveling troupe. Redd-Leif Summerstorm, a powerful Fae, and Sheba, an enchanted wolf, rescue the boys and take them to the faerie realm.The flute that he has had since he was six comes to life and frightens off three elven youths who were teasing him. Piper wonders about his trusty flute and what the changes mean. Captain Burkehart has made his way to the Faerie Realm and has been hiding. He reveals himself to Piper, tries to poison him, and Piper is saved by the timely arrival of Summerstorm. Burkehart and Summerstorm confront each other. Summerstorm saves Piper, falling over the ridge. Piper runs for his life. Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles Cast of Characters *Piper = A musical apprentice, just turned age 15. *Rupert = A musical apprentice. Piper's friend, age 14. *Grand Master Raymond Acker = Head of the music guild. Piper's grandfather. Recently deceased leaving Piper an orphan under the care of the music guild. *Captain Burkehart = Captain of the Guard at Castle Welf *Redd-Leif Summerstorm = A Fae *Master Braun = Troubadour recently promoted to the rank of Master in the music guild at Castle Welf *Sheba = an enchanted creature in wolf form *Melodica = an Elven female *Master Raven = Elf; master hunter *Lynx = Ten-year-old son of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Serein = Six-year-old daughter of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Master Crescendo = Elven High Mage, First Sage of Music and Song *Lady Spring = Wife of Master Crescendo *Falcon, Blue Jay, and Robin = Teen-age elven hunters, nearly always together, slightly older than Piper at ages of 16 and 17 years-old *Jasmine and Peck = guardian faeries of Piper and his flute Elementals, also called Fair Folk by humans *Fae = Oldest of the elemental races. Known as strong, swift and deadly by their enemies. Characterized by white hair and skin that shimmers silver-blue in direct moonlight. Usually taller than humans and muscular. *Elf = Most numerous of the elementals. Often slightly taller and more slender than humans. *Pixie = In their normal form they are six inches tall with wings, but they can change size to as large as humans or as small as a faerie. *Faerie = Vary in height from one to three inches. Wings vary and can appear to be like those of dragonflies or butterflies. Fair Folk = Name given to faerie races (elementals) by humans. Refers to elves, Fae, faeries, brownies, sprites, gnomes, dwarfs, etc.

Chapter 49
The Piper, part 49

By w.j.debi

see Author Notes for synopsis of the story so far

 

Chapter 49

 

Piper dropped to his knees next to Sheba. The grass was damp and blood-stained from a deep slash near her stomach. Her eyes were half closed; breathing came in short shallow pants. Jasmine and Peck flew back and forth, spreading faerie dust from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. The flute chirped nervously.

Perhaps, it was the pounding in his ears from running down the plateau or the fact he was concentrating so hard on Sheba, but Master Raven’s voice gave Piper a start.

“What happened here?” The hunting master knelt across from Piper, immediately pressing cloth into Sheba’s wound. “Piper?”

“Sorry, sir.” He took a few breaths, looked around to see he was surrounded by elven hunters, then blurted out, “Captain Burkehart tried to kill us. Redd-Leif fell over the ledge, but is safe. Sheba came to help.” Piper looked from Sheba to Master Raven. “She saved my life. They all did.”

“It’s alright, lad. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.” Master Raven looked around the group. “Lynx, give your brother your water skin.”

After Piper had taken a couple of gulps and set the waterskin down, Master Raven asked, “This captain you spoke of, where is he? Does he still present a danger?”

“Wasps have him contained against the canyon wall at the top of the plateau.”

Master Raven looked puzzled but didn’t press further. He nodded at two hunters who sprinted toward the trail leading away from the plateau. A glance had three additional hunters heading the same direction. A tilt of his head sent two others running for the top of the plateau. Six hunters grouped next to Lynx. The rest formed a protective circle around Sheba, Piper, and Master Raven. Piper had heard that hunters used silent signals so they would not alert their prey, but he marveled at its effectiveness.
 

Master Raven continued to work on Sheba while communicating discrete instructions to his hunters. “Piper, you said Lord Summerstorm is safe. Where is he exactly?”

Peck flew over to hover in front of Piper. “I can show them. Jasmine will stay with you.”

Piper nodded.
 

Lynx said, “The faerie says he can show us.”
 

“Thank you. I would prefer Piper to stay here. Lynx, since you speak faerie, go see what help your father needs.”
 

“Yes, sir.” Lynx turned to follow Peck, obviously pleased to accompany the faerie. More silent communication must have occurred because six hunters went with him.

Sheba whimpered. Jasmine hovered near her head. More cloth appeared from the hands of other hunters and Master Raven did his best to stanch the bleeding.

Piper bit his lip as he watched the cloth and Raven’s hands turn red. “Will Sheba be alright?”

“The healers are on their way.”

That isn’t really an answer. I wonder… “Will music help?”

Master Raven gave a weak smile. “It couldn’t hurt.”

“Not entirely true, Master Raven. In Piper’s hands, music has much more power than you might imagine.”

Piper looked up to see Master Crescendo. Melodica, his sister Serein, and several other elves were with the music master.

“What are your intentions with the music, Piper?” asked Master Crescendo.

“Calm her. Maybe see if I could help heal her.”

Crescendo exhaled slowly. “Those are good intentions, Piper, but you could do more harm than good.” In a gentle tone, he added, “Even if you did know how to cure a wolf, Sheba is not a wolf. She is an enchanted creature. Whatever you do to mend her wolf body, you have no idea what it will do to her true self. We need to wait for the healers trained in treating enchanted beings.”

“Maybe he could do as he said and play some calming music,” Melodica said. “It might benefit us all.”

Piper gave the music master an imploring look. “Sheba saved my life. I want to help.”

Crescendo nodded. “Be careful to limit your thoughts to soothing music.”

Another voice said, I can help Sheba.

Piper looked around. “Who said that?”

Questioning looks shot around the group.

You know my voice, Piper.

He held his breath. The Mage Flute?

Yes.

Piper looked up at Melodica and Master Crescendo. “I don’t understand, but the Mage Flute says it can help.” He bit his lower lip. “I thought it was locked up safely at home.”

Melodica pulled a case from the satchel at her side. “I wasn’t sure why, but I felt compelled to bring it.” She opened the case, stepping forward to offer the Mage Flute to Piper.

        

He stared at it. A chill went down his spine. The Mage Flute… The last time he played it… Well, he didn’t exactly play it, did he? Musicians should control their instruments, not the other way around. He looked at Sheba. Would she last until the healers came? He had no choice.

I don’t know what to play.

Breathe life into me and I will lead your fingers.

Piper hesitated. His own flute trilled, sending a vibration up his arm.

“Can I hold your flute?” Serein asked.

The flute chirped.

Piper nodded. “She says, ‘Yes.’”

Serein beamed as she took the instrument which cooed softly in her hands. “She approves of me.”

Melodica leaned closer to Piper. He stood and reached for the Mage Flute.

We should begin, Piper. Sheba does not have much time.

He licked his lips and raised the instrument to his mouth.

Open your eyes, Piper. I need to see what is happening. Concentrate on Sheba. Let me do the rest. Come. Breathe life into me.

Mysterious, magical tones reached through the Mage Flute, coursed through Piper, and reached out to embrace Sheba. The music was unearthly, lyrical, hypnotic. Piper felt transported to another plane of existence. Flashes of pulsing, throbbing, stretching, contracting, entwining images flooded his vision. Piper gasped and removed the Mage Flute from his mouth.

A hand squeezed his shoulder. He looked over expecting to see Master Crescendo. Instead, it was Melodica’s tender gaze that met his.

“Steady, Piper. My father often found playing the Mage Flute overwhelming. He said he concentrated on his breathing. Follow the phrasing in the music like you would for a performance.”

Piper nodded. “I like performing.”

Melodica smiled.

With a deep breath, Piper put the Mage Flute back to his lips. Sorry, he communicated to the instrument.

I understand. This is powerful magic. I’m sorry we did not have time to build up to it, but this is an emergency. Sheba is one of my favorites. Breathe life into me so I can give it to her.

 
Sheba came to save me.

Now, you can save her. You have always trusted there was magic in music. Trust it now. Stop trying to analyze it. Succumb to the charm in it. The music will do its own work.

He relaxed into the rhythm, allowing the melody to progress on its own. A refrain beyond his skill to perform flowed beneath his fingers. It exuded healing, life. Piper watched Sheba’s breathing ease. The bleeding slow. The wound knit together.

Sheba opened her eyes. “Piper?” Her voice was weak, but it gave him a thrill to hear it.

He smiled at her, but kept playing. Sheba seemed to gain strength with each note. Then the music abruptly stopped. He blew harder, but no sound came from the Mage Flute.

I am tired, Piper. The healers have arrived. They can help Sheba from here. Put me back in my case.

Shouldn’t I clean and polish you first?

Later. I need to rest now.

Piper removed the instrument from his lips. A squeeze at his shoulder let him know his mother had remained with him the entire time. He looked over at her. “The Mage Flute says it needs to rest.”

Melodica presented the open case and Piper placed the Mage Flute inside. Her emerald eyes twinkled. “You did well. I am proud of you, Piper.” She pulled him into an embrace then led him back a few steps to allow the healers to begin working on Sheba.

“Very well done,” said Master Crescendo. He appraised Piper for a moment. “You look exhausted, but your work is not done, my boy. The hunters say there is a man trapped by wasps as the top of the plateau.” He raised his eyebrows. “Your doing, I assume.”

Piper scowled at the remark. “Captain Burkehart. He tried to kill us.” He looked over at the healers working on the wolf. “You see what he did to Sheba.”

Crescendo smiled in the knowing way of a wise master. “You misunderstand me, Piper. I’m not worried about this captain. Rather, it’s what you’ve done to the wasps that concerns me.”

 

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Author Notes

PREVIOUSLY Piper is a young apprentice and prodigy in the music guild of Castle Welf. With the death of his grandfather, the Grand Master of the guild, Piper is assigned to a new music master. Master Braun takes Piper on his first traveling tour. During their travels, a wolf attack separates Piper and his friend Rupert from the traveling troupe. Redd-Leif Summerstorm, a powerful Fae, and Sheba, an enchanted wolf, rescue the boys and take them to the faerie realm.The flute that he has had since he was six comes to life and frightens off three elven youths who were teasing him. Piper wonders about his trusty flute and what the changes mean. Captain Burkehart has made his way to the Faerie Realm and has been hiding. He reveals himself to Piper, tries to poison him, and Piper is saved by the timely arrival of Summerstorm. Burkehart and Summerstorm confront each other. While saving Piper, Summerstorm falls over the ridge. Piper uses his flute to make plants grow to save Summerstorm, and entice wasps to protect him from Burkehart. Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles Cast of Characters *Piper = A musical apprentice, just turned age 15. *Rupert = A musical apprentice. Piper's friend, age 14. *Grand Master Raymond Acker = Head of the music guild. Piper's grandfather. Recently deceased leaving Piper an orphan under the care of the music guild. *Captain Burkehart = Captain of the Guard at Castle Welf *Redd-Leif Summerstorm = A Fae *Master Braun = Troubadour recently promoted to the rank of Master in the music guild at Castle Welf *Sheba = an enchanted creature in wolf form *Melodica = an Elven female *Master Raven = Elf; master hunter *Lynx = Ten-year-old son of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Serein = Six-year-old daughter of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Master Crescendo = Elven High Mage, First Sage of Music and Song *Lady Spring = Wife of Master Crescendo *Falcon, Blue Jay, and Robin = Teen-age elven hunters, nearly always together, slightly older than Piper at ages of 16 and 17 years-old *Jasmine and Peck = guardian faeries of Piper and his flute Elementals, also called Fair Folk by humans *Fae = Oldest of the elemental races. Known as strong, swift and deadly by their enemies. Characterized by white hair and skin that shimmers silver-blue in direct moonlight. Usually taller than humans and muscular. *Elf = Most numerous of the elementals. Often slightly taller and more slender than humans. *Pixie = In their normal form they are six inches tall with wings, but they can change size to as large as humans or as small as a faerie. *Faerie = Vary in height from one to three inches. Wings vary and can appear to be like those of dragonflies or butterflies. Mage Flute = also known as the Black Forest Fife. Made from the heart of the last Mage Tree from the Black Forest. It chooses who can play it. Fair Folk = Name given to faerie races (elementals) by humans. Refers to elves, Fae, faeries, brownies, sprites, gnomes, dwarfs, etc.

Chapter 50
The Piper, part 50

By w.j.debi

see Author note for synopsis of the story so far

 

Wasps were buzzing with frustration, zipping around within the confines of an invisible bubble. Sporadically, one left the swarm and aimed for the figure curled into a ball next to the canyon wall. Burkehart kept his hands covering his face, but flinched at each sting that found a chink in his thick leather clothing.

 
Piper frowned. I almost feel sorry for you, Captain. But you did try to kill me, and my father, and Sheba. You almost succeeded, too.

The sound of deep gravelly voices drew Piper’s attention to the side. Three trolls were waiting to take Burkehart into custody. One was so short he only came to Piper’s waist. The second was about the size of an average human male. The third was twice that height, towering over everything except a few trees on the plateau. The tall troll nodded at Piper then dropped his gaze to Piper’s side.

Serein faced the crowd gathering behind him. When Melodica had left to check on Redd-Leif, Serein begged to stay with her brother. Piper knew it was more about holding his “alive” flute than a sudden fondness for him. Still, it was the first Serein had wanted to be with him. From the corner of his eye, he saw her wave then curtsy.

Piper smiled. There’s a bit of the  performer in you, little sister.

 

“Are you listening to me, Piper?”

Piper turned to look at Master Crescendo. “Yes, sir. I’m listening.”

“Wasps spend their nights inside their nests doing repairs and taking care of the larva, but do not fly around during the night. It is nearing dusk. You need to release them soon.”

Piper nodded. “Sorry, I thought the charm would wear off and they would just go on their way.”

Crescendo gave Piper a patient smile. “What made you think that, Piper? When we practiced with them before, we took even more time to release them than to call them, didn’t we?”

Piper sighed. “Yes, sir. I guess I was in a hurry to help Sheba.”

Master Crescendo appraised his student for a moment. “It must have been frightening being attacked by that soldier. It was good thinking to call the wasps to protect you.” He put a hand on Piper’s shoulder. “You look tired, Piper, but we need to take care of this.”

“I understand.”

Lynx came bouncing up to them, eyes shining with excitement. “You going to disperse the wasps now? Papa and Mama say not to wait for them. The healers are still seeing to Papa’s wounds.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Piper said. “You need to watch Serein.”

Lynx stood straight, standing at his full ten-year-old height. He had his bow in hand, quiver of arrows at his back, a slingshot tucked in his belt. “I’m used to keeping her safe.”

Serein gave Piper a hopeful look. “Can I go with you?”

He squatted down so he was eye-level with her. “I’m not sure what the wasps are going to do with such a large crowd. I don’t want you to get stung.”

“Oh.”

“How about you and Lynx stay with me?” Master Crescendo asked. “I’ll be following Piper so we’ll be close to him.”

Serein smiled at the music master.

Piper put out his hand. “I need my flute.”

Serein looked reluctant to give it away, but handed it to him. The flute cooed as it passed hands. Serein grinned. "She likes me."

"Yes, she does." As he rose, Piper gazed at the crowd. “Word travels fast in the faerie realm. Where did they all come from?”

“They’re just curious,” Crescendo said. “Everyone has been wanting to meet Lord Summerstorm’s lost boy. We were planning a concert a bit later, but looks like it will be an impromptu performance now.”

“The wasps, how are they going to react? We’ve only done this in private lessons.”

“I’ll speak to the crowd before you begin. You concentrate on the wasps. Now, just as we did in practice, pick a spot for the swarm to move to. Envision them doing it. Once they reach that spot, pick another. Keep repeating until you get them down the plateau and near their nest. Envision them dispersing to release them. I’ll be near in case you need me. You remember the tune we used in practice?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, let’s get started.” Master Crescendo turned to the crowd, motioning for silence. “Everyone. Attention. Attention, please.” Once they were quiet, he continued, “Thank you. I appreciate that you’re all curious, but there isn’t time to explain at present. What you do need to know is that these wasps need to be moved to another area. We need your help. Please, be as quiet as possible so you don’t disturb the wasps, and so Piper can concentrate. Also, please stay back so he has room to work. If you’re like me, you don’t want to get stung. Piper will be directing the swarm away from this area and releasing them.” 

“With music?” someone asked.

“Yes, with music. I know that is a bit unusual, but Piper has this under control.”

A murmur went through the crowd.

Crescendo raised his arms. “Now, everyone, silence please.”

Piper turned to face the wasps, putting the flute to his lips. You ready?

Eager. Let’s work some magic with our music.

Piper began playing the tune he’d used during practice with the wasps. The swarm continued to be agitated. He attempted different rhythms and phrasing. The buzzing didn’t change. It’s not working.

It’s not the tune we used this afternoon.

You’re right. Maybe it must be the same music. Piper played a trill to change the modulation, then began playing the tune his Grandfather Acker had taught him.

Master Crescendo gave him a puzzled look then nodded.

The buzzing calmed. The swarm took on the soothing rhythm of the melody.

They’re tired, Piper.

Yes, and thirsty. We need to release them as quickly as possible. There’s a pond near their nest. We’ll release them there.

Agreed.

Piper turned to looked down the plateau for a place to direct the swarm. There was a slight catch in the melody as he realized the crowd blocked his view. What can I do?

You didn’t have a destination in mind when Burkehart attacked. The wasps stayed between you and Burkehart. They also contained the captain as instructed. Maybe they will just follow you. 

It’s worth a try. He turned to face the wasps again. Leave the captain. Come toward me. Piper’s skin prickled as the buzzing insects moved within two arms lengths. Maintain this distance. 

He turned back to the plateau. The crowd parted to allow him a pathway. Follow me. He stepped forward, concentrating on the music and the path, ignoring the crowd. The trembling hum of the air confirmed the swarm was following him. I am grateful for your help. You will be free shortly.

 
The wasps buzzed in tempo with Piper’s steady, measured cadence as they moved forward. When he neared the pond, Piper slowed his stride and the tempo of the tune. He envisioned the wasps dispersing. Thank you, my friends. One-by-one, wasps left the swarm and headed to get a drink before going to their nest. When only a few wasps were in the air, Piper removed the flute from his lips.

A wasp landed on his free hand. He brought his hand closer to his face. “Hello, little friend. Time to go rest. Ouch!” Piper gasped. “She stung me.”

The flute chirped in a manner that sound like giggling.

Piper put the flute to his lips. Are you laughing at me?

You must admit, it is funny. Did you expect gratitude? It will probably take them days to recover.

Piper smiled. Yeah, you’re right. But I am grateful they saved us.

Me, too.

Piper began playing a lullaby as much to calm himself as to help the wasps relax.

 
Master Crescendo appeared at his side with Lynx and Serein. “Well done, Piper. Your impromptu changes worked well. We’ll discuss them at our next lesson.”

Piper smiled but continued to play. Thank you, my friends. Wasps are amazing. He felt their contentment and stopped playing.

When he turned, an eager crowd stared at him. Ever the performer, he bowed to his audience. Clapping and cheering filled the plateau. He grinned, bowing several times. After all, nothing could please a musician more than having his performance appreciated.

Once the crowd quieted some, Master Crescendo motioned for silence. “Thank you. Thank you. I know you would all like to meet and congratulate Piper, but as you can see, he is exhausted. Please allow the Summerstorms a few days to recover. I promise to arrange a festival in Moonbow Valley so you can all meet Piper.” He turned to wink at Piper. “Maybe we can even get him to perform.”

As the crowd began to disperse, Redd-Leif and Melodica came to greet Piper.

Noting Redd-Leif’s bandaged arm, swollen nose, and numerous bruises and scrapes, Piper asked, “Are you alright, Father?”

A big grin enveloped Redd-Leif’s face. “I am now. I believe this is the first time you’ve called me ‘Father.’”

Piper returned a sheepish grin. “Yeah, you’re right.”

 
Melodica stepped closer. “That was amazing, Piper.” Then she looked back at Redd-Leif. “I thought you were just a proud father, but what you always say is true.”

Piper gave her a questioning look. “May I ask what he says?”

Melodica smiled. “When Piper plays, it’s magic. Pure magic.”

 

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Author Notes

PREVIOUSLY Piper is a young apprentice and prodigy in the music guild of Castle Welf. With the death of his grandfather, the Grand Master of the guild, Piper is assigned to a new music master. Master Braun takes Piper on his first traveling tour. During their travels, a wolf attack separates Piper and his friend Rupert from the traveling troupe. Redd-Leif Summerstorm, a powerful Fae, and Sheba, an enchanted wolf, rescue the boys and take them to the faerie realm.The flute that he has had since he was six comes to life and frightens off three elven youths who were teasing him. Piper wonders about his trusty flute and what the changes mean. Captain Burkehart has made his way to the Faerie Realm and has been hiding. He reveals himself to Piper, tries to poison him, and Piper is saved by the timely arrival of Summerstorm. Burkehart and Summerstorm confront each other. While saving Piper, Summerstorm falls over the ridge. Piper uses his flute to make plants grow to save Summerstorm, and entice wasps to protect him from Burkehart. With the help of the Mage Flute, Piper is able to partiallly heal Sheba. Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles Cast of Characters *Piper = A musical apprentice, just turned age 15. *Rupert = A musical apprentice. Piper's friend, age 14. *Grand Master Raymond Acker = Head of the music guild. Piper's grandfather. Recently deceased leaving Piper an orphan under the care of the music guild. *Captain Burkehart = Captain of the Guard at Castle Welf *Redd-Leif Summerstorm = A Fae *Master Braun = Troubadour recently promoted to the rank of Master in the music guild at Castle Welf *Sheba = an enchanted creature in wolf form *Melodica = an Elven female *Master Raven = Elf; master hunter *Lynx = Ten-year-old son of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Serein = Six-year-old daughter of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Master Crescendo = Elven High Mage, First Sage of Music and Song *Lady Spring = Wife of Master Crescendo *Falcon, Blue Jay, and Robin = Teen-age elven hunters, nearly always together, slightly older than Piper at ages of 16 and 17 years-old *Jasmine and Peck = guardian faeries of Piper and his flute Elementals, also called Fair Folk by humans *Fae = Oldest of the elemental races. Known as strong, swift and deadly by their enemies. Characterized by white hair and skin that shimmers silver-blue in direct moonlight. Usually taller than humans and muscular. *Elf = Most numerous of the elementals. Often slightly taller and more slender than humans. *Pixie = In their normal form they are six inches tall with wings, but they can change size to as large as humans or as small as a faerie. *Faerie = Vary in height from one to three inches. Wings vary and can appear to be like those of dragonflies or butterflies. Mage Flute = also known as the Black Forest Fife. Made from the heart of the last Mage Tree from the Black Forest. It chooses who can play it. Fair Folk = Name given to faerie races (elementals) by humans. Refers to elves, Fae, faeries, brownies, sprites, gnomes, dwarfs, etc.

Chapter 51
The Piper, part 51

By w.j.debi

see author notes for synopsis of the story so far

 

Serein held Piper’s hand as they walked toward Hidden Falls. In the other hand, she held Piper’s flute which cooed and trilled. She smiled up at Piper. “The flute likes me.”

He smiled back. “Yes, I know.” It was at least the tenth time she’d said it. Piper glanced over his shoulder. Master Crescendo and Rupert were sauntering down the path behind him. Deep in conversation about music for the upcoming concert, they stopped walking as they discussed some point more thoroughly. Come on you two. Master Braun will be here any minute. Even Serein is moving faster than you are.

Around the next bend, Piper’s eyes lit up. Up ahead, Lynx was talking in an animated voice to Master Braun.

Serein shook her head. “Lynx is not in hunting mode. That’s what Papa says when Lynx is talking loud and fast. When he is hunting, Lynx is very quiet, but when he isn’t, he is very noisy.”

Piper suppressed a laugh then did his best to hear what Lynx was saying as they drew closer.

“They’ll turn him into stone for certain.”

“Then what will they do with him?” Braun asked.

“Hard to say. Trolls like to build things. Papa says they’re master masons. So, Burkehart could end up as part of a castle or a city wall. Trolls are especially good at stone bridges so that is highly likely. He could even end up at the bottom of a river if he makes them angry enough. I wish I could watch, but they never allow it. Whatever it is, we will never see him again. No one ever returns from troll justice.”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a troll.”

“Probably because trolls blend in so well. They can go weeks without moving. When they do, they can move very fast so watch out. Anyway, they found the sword the captain had. They said it is from one of their clans. It went missing during the Human-Elemental Wars. They also have other charges against him. They are very upset that he attacked Papa. Attacking a Fae is even worse than attacking a troll in their law. They’re also upset that Burkehart denies his troll heritage. Not a good thing.”

Piper smiled. Lynx was ever willing to share what he knew and usually more than necessary.

At that moment, Master Braun looked up. “Piper. It’s so good to see you alive and well. Lynx was just filling me in on all the excitement you’ve had the last few weeks.”

“It certainly hasn’t been dull.” Piper tried to quicken his step, but had to account for Serein’s short legs. “It is so good to see you Master Braun.” He looked behind him. Master Crescendo and Rupert were still up the trail. “By the way, Sheba asked me to apologize that she didn’t meet you as promised.”

“I understand completely. You can let her know that elves and pixies were here to help me get my musical instruments through the falls and keep them dry. Anyway, how is Sheba doing?”

“The healers say she will recover, but they’d like her to rest for a while. Father also apologizes for not being here.”

Braun smiled. “So, Lord Summerstorm finally got around to telling you about your heritage. Quite a surprise, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“How is he? Lynx says there was a bit of a battle up on the plateau.”

“He says he’s fine, but the healers are making him take it easy for a few days.” Piper stopped a couple feet from Braun. “You know about Captain Burkehart then?”

Braun nodded. “Yes.” He crossed his arms and smirked. “It seems a wolf attack was not enough for your first traveling tour. You had to have the captain of the castle guards track you down and try to kill you, too. Looks like my first apprentice is going to be more trouble than I thought. I better watch myself, especially around wasps from what I hear. Got any other surprises for me?”

Piper looked a bit sheepish. “None I can think of.” He thought for a moment. “I guess we need a way to explain to Lord Welf why Captain Burkehart is missing when we get back.”

“It won’t be an issue. In fact, I doubt anyone will ask us about the captain. Burkehart went off alone, declaring that he was searching for a faster way to Hanover. His guards looked for him, but couldn’t find any sign of him. It is assumed he was ambushed by brigands. No one is looking for him in this direction and certainly not in the faery realm. As far as you and Rupert, we’ll stick as close to the truth as possible.” He paused to wave at Crescendo and Rupert as they approached.

Piper got a puzzled look on his face. “You seem to know a lot about the faery realm.”

“I visit Elfhaven every year to confer with Master Crescendo. Speaking of which, here he is.” Braun stepped forward. “Salutations, High Mage. It is good to see you again.”

“Good to see you, my friend. I understand it is now ‘Master’ Braun. You’re not letting that go to your head, are you, my young friend?”

“No, sir.” Braun embraced Crescendo then turned to Rupert. “I am relieved to see you are up and around. Sheba told me you were wounded.”

Rupert beamed. “Nothing the elven healers couldn’t fix.”

“Good to hear. Learning as much as possible from the High Mage as well, I hope? There isn't a better mentor.”

“He is an excellent pupil and performer,” Master Crescendo answered.

Braun nodded. “I’m glad to see you are taking such good care of my first two apprentices, High Mage.”

Master Crescendo gave Braun a quizzical look. “Your apprentices? Now, I see that Rupert must return to Castle Welf. His parents will be anxious to see him. Piper, however, has a family here.”

“But I have plans to expand his career in the human realm. As my first apprentice, he will have opportunities you cannot offer him here. He will get to travel and perform all over the region.”

Crescendo looked over at Piper as he addressed Braun. “I think we have a lot to discuss.” He placed a hand on Braun's arm. “Come, my friend. Let’s gather your things and head to the Summerstorm cottage. We can talk along the way.”

Elves and pixies grabbed an instrument or bundle and headed up the path. Caught off-guard by the discussion between the music masters, Piper stood in place, watching them recede up the path.

Rupert grabbed a lute then elbowed Piper. “You are coming back to Castle Welf with us, aren’t you?”

“Of course. I mean, well…I just assumed that was the plan.”

“Good.” Rupert returned his attention to the music masters’ animated discussion. “I wish they would fight over me like that.” He hurried to catch up with the group.

Serein tugged on Piper’s tunic. 

He looked down to see the concern in her bright blue eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You aren’t going to leave us, are you, Piper?”

“Nah,” Lynx said. “He’s just being polite to his friend. Piper just got here and found out he has a family. He needs time to get to know us. He’s staying. Right, Piper?”

Piper looked at Lynx, sensing the young hunter wasn’t as confident as he was trying to communicate to their little sister.

In a shy, pleading voice, Serein added, “I like you, Piper.”

“I like you, too, Serein.”

Those hopeful eyes made a lump form in his throat. Then the flute let out a long imploring coo.

Piper bit his lip. A moment ago, his future as Braun’s apprentice at Castle Welf had been so certain. Suddenly, he wasn’t sure.

Author Notes

PREVIOUSLY Piper is a young apprentice and prodigy in the music guild of Castle Welf. With the death of his grandfather, the Grand Master of the guild, Piper is assigned to a new music master. Master Braun takes Piper on his first traveling tour. During their travels, a wolf attack separates Piper and his friend Rupert from the traveling troupe. Redd-Leif Summerstorm, a powerful Fae, and Sheba, an enchanted wolf, rescue the boys and take them to the faerie realm.The flute that he has had since he was six comes to life and frightens off three elven youths who were teasing him. Piper wonders about his trusty flute and what the changes mean. Captain Burkehart has made his way to the Faerie Realm and has been hiding. He reveals himself to Piper, tries to poison him, and Piper is saved by the timely arrival of Summerstorm. Burkehart and Summerstorm confront each other. While saving Piper, Summerstorm falls over the ridge. Piper uses his flute to make plants grow to save Summerstorm, and entice wasps to protect him from Burkehart. With the help of the Mage Flute, Piper is able to partially heal Sheba. Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles Cast of Characters *Piper = A musical apprentice, just turned age 15. *Rupert = A musical apprentice. Piper's friend, age 14. *Grand Master Raymond Acker = Head of the music guild. Piper's grandfather. Recently deceased leaving Piper an orphan under the care of the music guild. *Captain Burkehart = Captain of the Guard at Castle Welf *Redd-Leif Summerstorm = A Fae *Master Braun = Troubadour recently promoted to the rank of Master in the music guild at Castle Welf *Sheba = an enchanted creature in wolf form *Melodica = an Elven female *Master Raven = Elf; master hunter *Lynx = Ten-year-old son of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Serein = Six-year-old daughter of Redd-Leif and Melodica Summerstorm *Master Crescendo = Elven High Mage, First Sage of Music and Song *Lady Spring = Wife of Master Crescendo *Falcon, Blue Jay, and Robin = Teen-age elven hunters, nearly always together, slightly older than Piper at ages of 16 and 17 years-old *Jasmine and Peck = guardian faeries of Piper and his flute Elementals, also called Fair Folk by humans *Fae = Oldest of the elemental races. Known as strong, swift and deadly by their enemies. Characterized by white hair and skin that shimmers silver-blue in direct moonlight. Usually taller than humans and muscular. *Elf = Most numerous of the elementals. Often slightly taller and more slender than humans. *Pixie = In their normal form they are six inches tall with wings, but they can change size to as large as humans or as small as a faerie. *Faerie = Vary in height from one to three inches. Wings vary and can appear to be like those of dragonflies or butterflies. Mage Flute = also known as the Black Forest Fife. Made from the heart of the last Mage Tree from the Black Forest. It chooses who can play it. Fair Folk = Name given to faerie races (elementals) by humans. Refers to elves, Fae, faeries, brownies, sprites, gnomes, dwarfs, etc.

Chapter 52
The Piper, part 52

By w.j.debi

Moonlight spilled through the trees in the glen behind the Summerstorm cottage creating dappled patterns on the damp grass. A late spring rainstorm, complete with thunder, lightning, and gusty wind, had passed a few hours ago. Now, the fresh aromas of moist soil and various forest flora teased the senses. A few stars winked down at the scene.

Benches grown from vines were grouped around the perimeter. An appealing melody wafted through the air as a lone flute player plied his craft from one of those benches. It was a thoughtful tune, gentle and, somehow, inquisitive. An owl cocked its head to listen. Insects hummed and chirped in tempo to the rhythm. Frogs croaked a pulse into the melody. The corners of Piper’s lips curled upward as a curious rabbit hopped to the edge of the tree line, and its eyes glowed at him from across the glen.

Do you see the deer, Piper? asked the flute.

Where? he asked without missing a note.

On the other side of the glen. In the trees to your left.

Ah, yes. I see it now.

The deer stood in the shadows of the trees, peering at Piper. Its short tail flicked back and forth. Without a sound, a hoof raised, hesitated in mid-air, then slowly descended to the ground. Tail flicking increased. Six tentative steps forward were followed by cautious sniffing. Hugging the tree line, the deer crept forward until it reached a large bush. It craned its neck to peek past the foliage. Piper continued playing as he focused on the creature. The deer ventured another ten steps forward and paused in full view to stare at Piper.

I don’t understand, Piper, the flute questioned. We’re not using any magic.

It’s just curious. Music casts its own enchantment.

Suddenly, the deer turned, leaping into the trees.

Piper stopped playing and set the flute across his lap. He called over his shoulder. “Hello, Father.”

Redd-Leif walked over to the bench. “Hello, my boy. That’s a nice tune. I don’t believe I’ve heard it before.”

“It’s a new composition I’m working on.” Piper took a cloth from his satchel and began cleaning the flute.

“I like it. Are you going to play it at the concert tomorrow night?”

“Maybe. It still needs a little work.”

Redd-Leif surveyed the area then asked, “Mind if I join you?”

“Please, do.”

Redd-Leif picked up the flute case that was sitting on the bench next to Piper then sat down. He examined the case, tracing the intricate pattern in the leather with his finger. “The Faerie Queen doesn’t give gifts often.”

“I know. It’s beautiful. I’m so honored that she replaced the one Sheba ripped to shreds.” Piper took the case and placed the cooing flute into it.

“Sheba had to do it in order to remove the flute so she could bring it to you. The faeries couldn’t get it out of the tree you hung it in.”

The flute let out a flurry of scolding notes.

Piper patted the flute case. “And I won’t be leaving you behind again.”

The flute gave an approving trill.

“Where are your two faeries?” Redd-Leif asked.

“They had a meeting with the Faerie Queen. Afterwards, they’re taking the night off to play with their friends. They feel I am safe here at home.”

Piper studied his father’s bandaged arm and scratched face. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

“I needed to get out of the cottage.”

Piper grinned. “So, is Master Braun still trying to convince Mother that I should return with him to Castle Welf?”

“Well, Braun’s arguments do have merit. If you return with him, it will be easier for you to come and go between the realms. He’s created a credible story to cover the disappearance and rescue of his two apprentices. If you show up later, it will be more complicated. 

“Besides, from what I understand, Master Braun is to be assigned Master Acker’s old chambers. As his first apprentice, you can keep your old rooms. It seems the new grand master, Master Kort, likes his present accommodations and isn’t too thrilled to go through Master Acker’s things. That will be Master Braun’s job and his apprentices.” Redd-Leif leaned toward Piper. “Personally, I think Grand Master Kort believes the doors to those chambers are enchanted and that frightens him.”

Piper laughed. “The carved figures do appear to dance in the flickering light of the torches and lamps. That frightens some people.” He thought a moment. “Are they enchanted?”

“As far as I know, they are just the work of a very talented craftsman, a human craftsman.”

They sat in silence, watching the night birds flit about the glen.

Piper finally asked, “You think I should go with Master Braun, then?”

“I didn’t say that. There are also risks. You will be an elemental in the human realm. I know you always have been, but now that you know it, things will be different. Not all humans are tolerant of what they call the fair folk.”

“I know. I grew up with the stories.”

“Although we have treaties, there are no guarantees that they will be honored by everyone.”

Piper frowned. “People like Captain Burkehart.”

“In varying degrees. If you go back to Castle Welf, the safest course would be to go as Piper Strauss, apprentice musician to Master Braun. It would be best to avoid mentioning your Fae and elven heritage. You will need to be cautious.”

Piper nodded.

Redd-Leif took a deep breath. “Truth is Piper, I would like you to stay here in Elfhaven. We could get to know each other better. Your brother and sister would like that, too. And your mother, well, Melodica has yearned to see you every day you’ve been gone.” His next words seemed far away. “She and I missed your entire childhood.”

Redd-Leif cleared his throat and put a smile on his face. “Also, you have much to learn about the faerie realm and your heritage. By staying here, you’d have a lot of support as you explore the magic in music. In addition to Melodica and Master Crescendo, there are several music masters that are eager to work with you, as are their students. You’d be safer here, free to explore and wield your music without worry of discovery.”

Redd-Leif paused to watch a moth flitter by. “But you are also of an age when most young men leave home to begin their apprenticeships.”

Piper thought for a moment. “So, who do you think will win the argument, Master Braun or Master Crescendo?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“What?” Piper’s brows furrowed. “It’s my life they are deciding.”

“No. It is your life they are discussing. The choice is yours.”

“Oh.”

Redd-Leif chuckled. “Don’t look so worried Piper. You don’t have to make the decision right away. Master Braun usually spends several weeks with us each summer so you have time to weigh your options. Search your heart for the answer. It will guide you far better than your eyes or ears if you trust it.”

Piper nodded. “You told me that when we first met.”

Redd-Leif smiled. “I may have; I have long believed it. Besides, you can always change your mind if it doesn’t work out the way you hope.”

There was a low growl at Redd-Leif’s side. They both turned to look at Sheba.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you two gentlemen, but Master Crescendo has arrived with his wife Lady Spring, and Rupert is with them. We can eat now.”

Piper smiled at the enchanted wolf. “Hello, Sheba. Hungry?”

“Starving. Between Melodica’s delicacies and the scrumptious treats the brownies have made, there are so many good things to eat tonight my mouth is already watering.” She licked her lips. “I may never leave Cottage Summerstorm again.”

Redd-Leif chuckled. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, Sheba.”

“Thank you, my friend. Now, hurry. I’m heading in. Even though I’m recuperating, I bet I can still beat you back to the cottage.” Sheba started toward the cottage at a slow trot.

“We’re right behind you.”

As he rose to his feet, an ethereal glow enveloped Redd-Leif. While they had been talking, the full moon had risen above the trees and now shone directly on him. The exposed skin of his face and arms shimmered with the fabled silver-blue hue of the Fae.

Redd-Leif extended his glistening hand. “Come, Piper. We don’t want to keep your mother and the others waiting, especially a certain starving wolf who is not a wolf.”

Piper grinned, slipping the strap of his flute case over his head with one hand as he grabbed his satchel with the other. When he reached to grasp his father’s hand, his eyes widened. Perhaps it was only a trick of the dazzling moonlight, but Piper could swear there was a silver-blue sheen to his own skin.

 

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Author Notes

Since this is the final chapter, I am skipping the synopsis and list of characters. Instead, I would like to thank all those who have read and reviewed this novel along the way. I appreciate all you have done to help. A special thank you to two people who have read and reviewed every chapter: rspoet and Pam(respa)--Your support, encouragement and suggestions have been invaluable. Robert has a great memory for catching past characters and situations and keeping me on course. Pam knows the right questions to ask to get me to consider options. I hope the deer is familiar. I've been trying to fit it in, but couldn't find a spot until now. Thank you also to royowen who has faithfully followed the story, reviewing consistently with much encouragement since chapter 27. Free stock photo. Artist = StuartMiles

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