An Earth Eternal

Fan Fiction of A River Enchanted

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This is a fan blog for A River Enchanted by Rebecca Ross (hence the name: An Earth Eternal to go with both book titles). I will post fan art and, of course, fan fiction.

Fan fiction list:

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A prequel to A River Enchanted with the story of Joan Tamerlaine and Fingal “Fin” Breccan.

The Diary of Joan Tamerlaine

- 12th day of Shoots-Show

The Chronicles of Fingal Breccan

- 12th day of Giamonios (Shoots-Show)

One shots

- Adaira- In Thought

-Adaira - Braids like a Crown

-Sidra - Part 1: A Discussion

- Torin - A Visitor

Let me know if you have a request. I’ll try to make it happen!

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A Visitor

The island breathed with mist and cool winds that caressed the warrior’s long, blond hair. The droplets of mist caught in his beard as he stood, meters away from the clan line. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Deep in his bones he felt a disturbance. He wasn’t sure what yet.

As he stood looking out from his resting place, he thought of his wife. He found himself doing this more often lately. With everything that had been going on on the island, his family was more precious to him than ever.

Torin Tamerlaine grinned slightly as he thought of Sidra and Maisie sitting together at the kitchen table. Then, his thoughts flickered to a different image of his dark haired wife.

She was laying across his bed as the morning light filtered in from the window. It stroked her face, painting her in warm hues of sunlight and radiance. She wore nothing but a thin sheet over her body. Torin had come to visit her late in the night after a particularly hard day. Sidra didn’t say anything as Torin opened the door to their home. The ferocity and hunger in his eyes said everything. Sidra merely smiled and led him to their bedroom.

Now she lay in serenity. Peaceful and graceful and lovely. He nestled back down beside her. His nose was a hair’s width from hers. He breathed in her scent. The air coming out slowly from her nose. She smelled of sweet sweat. He kissed her cheek, tasting the sweat from her cheek. Sidra groaned and stretched out her arms, exposing herself from the linens that had covered her. Torin took in her form- that hunger for her forming again deep within him. Sidra pulled the blankets back up around her and mumbled. “Just a few more minutes, Torin.” He let her rest.

Just then, Torin heard a crashing through the trees. He and the other guard readied themselves and attacked the visitor that stumbled over from the Breccan’s side of the island. There would be no survivors.

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Fingal “Fin” Breccan

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Sidra Tamerlaine -out of the garden.

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A little WIP of Sidra Tamerlaine.

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Sidra - Part 1: A Discussion

Sidra had worn her grandmother's wedding dress for the ceremony. Her mother had worn it, too. It was light as spider's silk and threaded intricately with small pearlescent beads on the bodice. It didn't fit her at first. In fact, it took several days of careful sewing to tailor it to her. She was more endowed than her mother had been. Although she had taken great care to make sure her dress was perfect, she knew Torin wouldn't notice such things.

Their partnership would be just that. A partnership. Nevermind that she had fallen in love with him. In just a few short weeks, she had grown to respect him. That respect blossomed into a shy, gentle love. She felt like a child again. Even though she knew Torin would likely never return those feelings, she was content to have him as a husband and joyful to have Maisie as a daughter.

Maisie was just under a year old. Sidra was smitten immediately. She had always loved children and babies. Even though Maisie wasn't her flesh and blood, she knew that that she would do anything for her.

Sidra stood across the bed from Torin. Torin offered her a gentle smile from underneath his trim beard. Sidra returned the smile. They hadn't discussed how this night would unfold. Torin's first wife was a beauty and a warrior; Sidra knew she did not measure up to her in either beauty or fighting. She was a healer who had worked their earth alongside the spirits for years. Her skin was tanned and hair was dark. She wasn't the light and graceful woman that Donella had been.

So, she wasn't sure if Torin thought of her in that way. If he'd want her that night. She was nervous either way.

Torin sighed and threw himself onto the bed, releasing the tension that had been building in the air.

"Come sit, Sidra. Let's talk for a while," his voice rumbled.

Sidra sat down on the edge of the bed, examining his blonde hair which had been worn down today. It lay across the bed in wavy tendrils. She wanted to brush her fingers through it, but felt that would be too intimate. Torin's eyes were closed in serenity. Most likely relieved to be away from the crowd of people.

Sidra tried to relax, but shifted uneasily as Torin said, "There's much that I need to discuss with you."

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Adaira - Braids like a Crown

Adaira heard his name on the wind that morning. The cool breeze danced along her cheek as she approached the secret thistle patch. She and Jack had sparred over these thistles. Now, on his homecoming, she hoped to remind him of that night. She bent low and gingerly plucked them, careful not to let their coarse needles stab her delicate skin.

After gathering a small multitude in her basket, she walked back to the castle.

She sat at her desk with a small mirror sitting across from her. Her long tendrils of moonlight hair hung over her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed from the morning walk. Gathering up strands, she began to braid. She knew the look that she wanted to reflect upon his return.

Jack.

His name filled her with feelings she didn't understand. At the forefront, she hated him. She had been so glad to see him go. So, she couldn't understand why she was practically nervous to see him today. Maybe nervous wasn't the right word, she thought. Anxious. She was anxious. And, why shouldn't she be? Their lasses going missing. Her needing a bard to communicate with the spirits. Anyone would be anxious. But, she wasn't just anyone.

She licked her lips and decided to use some dark berries to dye them. Looking at her lips, she thought of Jack. The curve of his lips in a smile. The curve of his lips in a frown. The fierce eyes behind both expressions. He was as passionate in joy as in anger. They were alike in that way. Two sides of the same coin. Her eyes sparkled with mischievous glee as she remembered his lips being swollen from the thistles she had pushed into his face.

Braids adorned her head like a crown; woven with expert intricacy. She was heiress of the east after all, and she would remind him of that. The thistles were bright like little stars. Carefully, she placed them throughout her hair. Princess of moonlight; princess of poison.

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Chapter 20

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A phone wallpaper of Torin Tamerlaine.

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Me, a mortgage-paying adult, reading A River Enchanted: Wow these characters are so relatable compared to the books I have been reading.

The books I’ve been reading:

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"She had hated him as a lass. But she was coming to learn that it was hard to hate what made her feel the most alive"

A River Enchanted - Rebecca Ross

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Adaira- In Thought

Adaira sat at her desk, absentmindedly scratching one of her nails against the wood top. She stared at the parchment before her, brow furrowed. Crumpled pages laid strewn across her floor like unwanted confetti.

She had started this letter about 20 times. There was no explainable precedent for what she was going to propose. With her name scrawled at the bottom of the page, she knew her old menace would never heed the summons. She stopped scratching the desk.

She had hated Jack for as long as she could remember. He found ways to irritate her on a level no one else could. She wondered what he looked like now. His mother was beautiful, and even though no one knew who his father was, Adaira found herself thinking he would be just as handsome as she.

She pictured his tanned skin and sharp features in an older face. With his dark wavy hair. The thought made her blush and she shook her head.

She rose from her desk.

“He’ll never answer to me. Not after everything…”

She signed her father’s name on the parchment and left to retrieve his ring.

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The Chronicles of Fingal Breccan

The 12th day of Giamonios (Shoots-Show)

We had come here in a time when the Isle was young and the spirits were strong and brazen. We put down roots in a land that fought us on every movement. We were Breccans. We would not submit. It took my clan years to forge a home amidst the hills and vale’s of this wild earth. To learn the tricks of spirits here. To conquer for us a home. A place of respite. That was the time of my grandfathers.

Then they had come. Tamerlaines pouring in from some harsh land. My people did not welcome them, but neither had we started a war.

Not until they brought the spirits’ wrath upon us. The generations of ground we’d made destroyed by their feeble patronage of those folk. My people had only been reverent of one spirit- the spirits of fire. Greatest of all.

But even they began to turn their backs on us when Tamerlaines arrived. That’s when our clan started to suffer. That’s when I took things into my own hands.

My small guard moved through the forest with ease. Keeping quiet. The wind would carry our arrival to our enemy soon enough. As we marched uphill through an eastern field, I ran my hand across the tall grasses. Then, I gave my signal to my captain.

He raised a horn and blew loudly. Announcing our arrival and raid.

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The Diary of Joan Tamerlaine

The 12th day of Shoots-show

I ran my hands along the tall strands of grasses as I walked through the field. The wind was blowing warm from the south as Shoots-Show was turning to Ög-Mhios, the Bright-Time. The earth spirits were busy with preparations and their efforts hadn’t gone unnoticed by our clan. We sang to the earth spirits and worked the ground, preparing a harvest. We were one with the spirits. This land welcomed our partnership, unlike the place from where we had come. The Tamerlaine clan lived on the eastern half of the isle of Cadence. My people had only arrived three seasons ago, but we had already become enemies with the clan of the west. To prevent too much bloodshed, we kept to one side of the Isle, while they kept to the other.

East and West.

Tamerlaine and Breccan.

Where Tamerlaines worked in harmony with the spirits, Breccans did not. They recognized the spirits but had no reverence as we did.

I felt a tendril of wind brush against me as if in acknowledgement of my own reverence now. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in.

Then, over the vale, I heard the horn of a Breccan warrior.

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adaira: guess i need a husband

jack, going through the five stages of grief to malewife highway in under three seconds: I'm available

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excerpt from a river enchanted, by rebecca ross