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Donovan’s mother died when he was three. All he remembers from his mother are the memories that his aunt passed to him. Shortly after his mother’s death, Donovan’s father also left him as well. It was from these losses that Donovan became a member of his Aunt’s home.

In his Aunt Donovan found love and pity, as she loved her dark eyed and fire haired nephew in the memory of her lost sister. His Aunt’s husband, however, thought nothing of Donovan except that his presence was another to feed and clothe. His position of the outsider in his aunt’s household led Donovan, by his fifth year, to spend much time alone in the woods near their home.

It was in these woods that the slightly sad and shy youth met, one blissfully tart Spring day, a faerie. The vernal faerie had seen Donovan wandering the woods often and was intrigued that the child contained no fear of the wood that was purported to harbor faeries. The lonely Donovan had not been privy to these stories and took to the woods with youthful curiosity.

Accepting as children can be, Donovan invited the faerie join in his game involving meticulously placed twigs. In his fifth year, Donovan spent many a day in the company of the faerie and both grew enjoy the presence of the other.

Donovan, still desiring a place within the household, shared the stories of his time with the faerie with his cousins, encouraging them to venture to the woods with him and join in the revelry. His aunt, however, forbid the children to venture to the wood, including Donovan, and forbid any talk of faeries. His Aunt, fearing Donovan was more like her misguided sister, demanded her husband to take Donovan as an apprentice in his smith shop.

Too young to work the metal, Donovan spent the next years cleaning, running, moving and learning. Exhausted from the laborious work and growing comfortable in his tenuous membership within the family, Donovan shied from the woods. Donovan’s faerie friend returned to the wood in hopes Donovan would too, as he had grown fond of the boy. As the years passed, however, the both boy and faerie grew farther from their time in the wood.

In his tenth year, Donovan, in an increased position as an apprentice smith, returned to the woods in search of lumber. Angry at the mortal who dare trespass into the wood, the faerie too returned to see vengeance upon he who defiled his beloved niche. When Donovan returned again seeking lumber, the faerie attacked with all his might. Cowering on the ground, Donovan locked eyes with his assailant. In the eyes of the two recognition bloomed.

Neglecting his task, Donovan spent the remainder of the day in the presence of the faerie. The two, on the road to maturity, talked of the many experiences encountered in their five year separation. The memory of friendship lost kept the pair close all through the night. When it grew time for the tired Donovan to return to his Aunt’s home and face his Uncle’s wrath, he made the promise never to damage the woods again. In return he asked the faerie’s name.

He refused Donovan’s request, telling Donovan the of the power names hold and the condemned their flagrant use in the mortal world. He did however, bestow upon Donovan a gift. In the light of the waxing mood, the faerie gave Donovan his first kiss.

In his Aunt’s home, Donovan encountered, once again, anger and disappointment. In the face of these emotions Donovan made the vow to behave better, claiming fatigue left him asleep in the woods all day. His new memory of the faerie, Donovan told to no one, choosing instead to keep in secreted in his heart for him alone.

True to his word, Donovan never went in search of timber in the faerie’s woods again and became the model apprentice. For years Donovan worked hard by day and slept soundly at night, and remembered his last moment with the faerie fondly.

On the precipice of adulthood, Donovan was a skilled smith and the pride of both his Aunt and Uncle. This change also brought, to Donovan, the notice of the preacher’s daughter. The respectful and mannerly Donovan was growing into desirable mate for all the blossoming town daughters, the preacher’s daughter was just the most assertive.

On a crisp Spring afternoon, the preacher’s daughter stole away from her father’s watchful eye to the side of the smith’s humble nephew. Ripening curves hid beneath her dress, the preacher’s daughter implored Donovan to meet her in the woods later that night, when the moon was full. Filling with the passions of youth, Donovan agreed.

The day passed in a nervous confusion for Donovan, who was unsure of his meeting with the preacher’s daughter. So anxious was Donovan that he made his trek to the woods earlier than planned. It was in this state that the faerie found Donovan. Fully enveloped in a tense inner argument, Donovan neglected to notice the presence of the faerie.

With a chuckle, the faerie alerted Donovan. In the distance, the form of the preacher’s daughter could be seen slowly walking the path to the woods. The tension in Donovan grew. In the approach of the girl he saw marriage, fatherhood and a life as a moderately successful smith. The slide into responsibility and adulthood left Donovan feeling disoriented.

Sensing the distress of his friend, the faerie clucked Donovan’s hand. In the eyes of the faerie Donovan saw something else. The unexpected, the scary and the euphoria of path less traveled.

The snap of twigs underfoot informed the pair the girl was almost upon them. Serenity filled Donovan as he reached with is free hand, the cheek of the faerie. With the surety of youth, Donovan kissed the faerie again.

As the pair silently walked further into the wood, Donovan again asked the faerie for his name.

This time he answered, “Anafiel.”

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