This story actually came to me by a dream, and I really don't know how it ended since I woke up. It was such a nice dream too. I wish I could press pause and then play it all over again and even better, to continue it. Too bad dreams aren't like that.

Sadly, I don't know where this story's going. I haven't planned anything out, like Wild Fire. I'm going to write and see where the story takes me. I haven't edited it yet, and I know it's short but it's a prologue after all, though I do hope you enjoy it.

It was a world full of splendor and unearthly beings, unknown to the human race. Supple vines graced and wove around the thick aged trunks of majestic oaks and natural lights were scattered throughout the branches. The paths were made of the softest moss, that when crushed by a light foot would release an ambrosial aroma. The mountains were rocky and strewn with snow; the hills were sprouting wild flowers and grass. Creatures of all dimensions roamed the land and skies and every so often one would meet a pair of vacuous eyes before they vanished without a trace.

'Heaven,' would have been the one word to describe the land that only fairies could come from if there was not the races of human fey. Some may consider them elves, for they all had fine features, long slender limbs, and were graceful in their ways; or shape shifters, because they could each transform into some animal; or mischief-makers, since many caused surmountable trouble. They were neither elves nor human, for they had the qualities of elves but the manners and life span of humans.

There were those who were arrogant, malicious, unrelenting, and disdainful in their ways. They waged war, and innumerable places had been desolated and would still have been if not for the world's apt regenerative powers. Instead, plant life and earth had covered up centuries of slaughter and war.

Though many were cold-blooded in their ways, there were those who were all good and kind. They were the ones that kept the world beautiful and sought peace.

Both the kind and cruel would sometimes venture out into the world in which people roam, but they tried to avoid human contact and being seen. The fey were allowed in the human world, but the human race was assumed forbidden from theirs. In spite of the fey's caution with people, they were still seen, hence the stories…

There was a young woman with raven tresses that spilled down her back like a calm stream with a few eddies in them. She had golden skin tone as well as dark brown eyes that were slightly narrower and more tilted than those of those of her kind from the north and west did. Her clothing was woven in robes around her, flowing from her waist so the extra fabric pooled around her feet.

In her arms she carried a toddler that was perhaps a summer old, she had the same black hair as her mother but had the golden green eyes of her animal form, a snow leopard. With the toddler in her arms she walked into the middle of a clearing within the woods. A man awaited her there that, and he was human.

The man was tall and bronzed from time long spent in the sun. He smelled of horses and earth, and had a plaid cloth wrapped around his frame. Strapped around his waist was a sword, and held in his arm was a thick wool tartan.

The two embraced once the woman reached him, but lightly in fear of hurting the child.

"It is time to name your daughter Evan MacGregor." Whispered the woman. It was the fairy race's tradition to not name their child till their characters were recognized, and those who were named too early would be mocked for their unreasonable names.

"Ah, 'tis my little one, and she is beautiful. Those are some peculiar eyes this lass does have, like a fairy queen." He laughed, and took the child into his arms. "A fairy queen…. Aine, her name will be Aine, the name of a fairy queen."

"And a fairy queen she shall be if you wish, but Evan, you will never see her after she turns five summers, until she reaches of age." The woman had her eyes downcast and the man could not even try to meet her eyes but stared over her head. The child did not notice or did not care and continued to gurgle and paw at whatever was near happily.

"I…I could bring Aine back with me, to my fortress, she will be safe." He paused hesitantly.

"She can not." She cried out, "This forest, this water, even the grass we are stepping on, it is a part of her. She is half of my blood, and until she reaches of age she will die without this sustenance."

"But I must see her, she is my child, my blood runs in the lass's veins as well!" Frustration seethed from his voice, "…Am I allowed to see her then, as the years pass?"

"My husband knows, he knew the day she sprang from my womb and looked nothing like him and all too much like you. Dear heart, he knows, and he will kill you if he finds you."

"And if I die, you die with me." He recited, "Once a fey gives their heart they die at the same moment as the one who holds it."

"He knows not that I have given my heart to you…"

"He has other wives, can he not spare one! He will not hurt her, will he?"

A bit of wetness fell from her eyes, "We can not see each other often, and I am barred from touching you the way I yearn to. He said he would kill any other babe that I bear if it were not his." He slapped her face, "You whore, adulteress, dirty prostitute! I shall gut any other children that has another man's blood in it and leave its body hanging so that I may send it to the bastard."

His shoulders tensed and his fists tightened against his sides. "What then will ye have me do, then?"

"Wait. I will wait for you. Though you need not wait for me, I know a man's need for those types of pleasure…I will find you, with her."

"Woman, do ye have so little faith in me?" An angry growl came from his throat. "I will nay have another!"

"I…I will find a way I promise." She paused to listen around her, she heard nothing, but she knew that Evan must leave. "I will come to bring you here to see Aine again, but please you must leave now. He is coming."

"Take this, it is the MacGregor plaid, her namesake," he handed her a green white and red length of cloth before he kissed her and left.