This story is all the amazing work of @ladymeraud. I am just her humble co-writer and publisher. All flowers go to her.
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James Fraser looks over his land the day after he comes back from the war. As a veterinarian, he cared for the horses and other animals that the English, Scottish, and Irish had brought to France to continue World War II. As the war ran its course, he began helping because, being a veterinarian, he was also trained to care for humans being well-versed in anatomy. He also provided minor first aid and helped injured soldiers from ports in France onto ships bound for Scotland.
His father and mother had kept the land since their marriage, and Lallybroch had been in their family since before the 1st Jacobite rising. His great, great, great, great-grandfather decided to make it an equestrian breeding facility before the 2nd Jacobite uprising in 1746. Now, it was a world-renowned place to get horses of all kinds. So, their main stock was Clydesdales and Shire horses. They also had a variety of Arabian horses brought over from France before the 1st Jacobite uprising. It was an interesting way to sell to royalty, including the Duke of Argyle. His parents are still alive. His older brother is still in France, buried at Normandy. His younger sister and his best friend were still in the house.
Coming home, which was what he needed and what he wanted, brought a bit of bittersweetness. For the only thing he missed was the friendships he had made in France, including the French orphans who would run around the ports, whom he fed as much as he could. He had helped find homes for the Jewish orphans and the street rats as they were called.
Stepping into the stables, we saw his favorite Black Horse, this big stallion of a horse that he loves so much. He placed the tack on the saddle on him.
”Dona, are you ready for a ride?” The horse nodded. He walked him out of the stable, and they were gone in a flash. He breathed the fresh air into his lungs and was never happier until he saw on the edge of his property a woman sitting by a river with long curly hair. She looked like a water nymph, putting her hands. She was still some distance away. Still, he did not approach kelpies, who could be anyone, and he did not wish to be sucked underwater and eaten, so he turned his horse to the left, and they rode away.
Getting out of the cab, tired, wet, and bones aching. Claire opened her door to her home. The trip to Greece was bittersweet. She placed her suitcase down on the floor and looked at the mantle above her fireplace, with a picture of her as a young woman and an older man smiling at each other, with Athena's temple behind them. She loved her uncle Lam and missed him terribly.
Even though he had died during the war and that was 30-40 years ago she would see him in heaven soon. She knew the cancer was ripping through her body. She took her bag into her room and got undressed and with just a slip on sunk out of the covers to go to sleep. The cancer had eaten through her lymph nodes and into her stomach and lungs so every move she made brought a cough or the inability to eat. Still, she just wanted to rest after that long trip.
As she looked up at the ceiling of her little cabin that she had bought in Inverness, she was glad that she had gone to Greece, Turkey, and Egypt, and all those places that she and her uncle had been.
The water nymph reappeared in front of a lake in Greece. The other nymphs came near her and asked what had happened when she went to meet Medusa.
" What did she ask?” One of the other nymphs said in a sing-song voice.
" She asked me to contact the Celtic fairies to see if they could help a woman. Do you think the monk seals can talk to the silkies in Scotland?”
The other water nymphs looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
“ We can ask, they are not the same species, but they are seals. They have a special power with each other. I know the mung seals stay here; we are in the Mediterranean, and the silkies are in the Arctic, but there is a workaround. All we can do is ask “
The nymphs went to the water and whistled in a high-pitched tone that only sea creatures could hear. A seal moved its head above the water, looking at the water nymph with a questioning mark. They spoke to each other in a language that only seals can understand. The grunts and chirps. She asked the seal if he could talk to a silky and see if they could send a message to the Celtic fairies, and what the message was. He first said no. Then another seal appeared and said, "Yes." She relayed the message that a woman was dying and that she had a life unfulfilled and missing something, and she was wondering if the Celtic fairies could do something.
The monk seals looked at each other, dove under the water, swimming as fast as they could out of the Mediterranean and into the Atlantic Ocean, although to them it was all just water. As they moved north, they ran into another group of silkies returning to Scotland. They spoke to each other in the seal language, which was just chirps and griddles, and relayed the message. The silkies nodded to them and thanked them in their own way.
Returning to Scotland was no comfortable fit for silkies; they spent most of their time in the Arctic, staying away from humans because humans always got them into trouble. This was a mission now, one of the silkies decided that it was time to seek out the fae folk.
She was transported from a seal into a human woman, found a fairy hill, and sat down on it. She sent out a call that only fairies could hear because ferries were small and spoke in their own language, which was mostly a combination of Gaelic, Old Scots, and Pictish. The silkies relayed Medusa's message. The fae did not know what to do; they had never been asked to intervene in human life on such a large scale. So, they went to the Low Rd. To find the Morrigan.
The Morrigan, a Celtic goddess, oversaw transformation and energy. The fae relayed the message all the way from Medusa the Morgan looked at them and went” I normally don't intervene in human life unless it is for a reason..
Medusa wants us to intervene in this woman's life?”
The fairy looked at her and said yes “my queen according to the silkies this has come all the way from Medusa from Greece through the nymphs through the monk seals to the silkies to us and then to you. OH, this woman asked for nothing, no wish, no command, just conversation. She left gifts of honey and an Obsidian knife; those are rare gifts to give to them, tell Medusa. She only asks that you show this woman what she has missed out of life, if that means transporting her to a time where she missed the one true love she had, her soul mate, or if that is taking her all the way back to childhood, we do not know. That is up to you, my queen." The Fae bowed.
The Morrigan, rubbing her chin, decided, " Let me look.”
In the dead of night, when all creatures sleep but those who are predators, the Morrigan found Claire Beauchamp's home in the Scottish Highlands just inside Inverness city limits. The Morrigan entered her home the way the Fae and the gods can, stood at her bed, and stretched out her hands to the sleeping human before her. Thoughts moved through her head from this mortal, showing her entire life from the death of her parents at a simple age of five to the love she had for her uncle lamb until the blitz, her unbelievably failed marriage to a man whose fault it was that she could never have children, but who made her feel like she was the one who was at fault. But then she saw the love this woman had for children and the orphans, and how she took care of everyone. She saw how, during World War 2, the Morrigan was aware of that awful time, and how she sewed together stitches and kept them alive.
In the mists of her mind, the Morrigan reached out to that time and saw a man, a red-headed, tall man who stood at the French docks not only treating the animals with respect but also helping the wounded soldiers back to where they came. The Morrigan thought what a waste, what a waste of human life this war was, but those two were soul mates.
So, where should she be sent, and how should these two meet? The Morgan put her arms out swept her arms over the sleeping woman with the green and Gray mist coming out of her fingers she went over the woman and uttered a chant only in Celtic and in in Gaelic asking for the power of time and space itself to move this woman back to when she was 24 back to the time of World War 2 back before the blitz back to meet the man who was to be her soul mate. With a flash of lightning and the audacious power of Thunder, she clapped her hands loudly, and the figure under the bed disappeared. The Morrigan had a smile on her face that only a goddess who has done magnificent work has.
Claire Randall startled awake as she looked around and saw she was back in a tent, the nurses' tent during World War 2.
The letter in her hand said we regret to inform you that your husband died in a bombing in London. The other letter was from her uncle Lamb, who had moved to Scotland right before the Blitz.
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