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The Fight Within

Excerpt - Child of Joy

 
Blurb:  Graduating from college would be a highlight of any man's life, but Arthur Kraus is different. He’s just reached satyr maturity, and he’s going out of his mind as he's swamped with sexual urges. In a desperate moment, he invites his roommate to a Bacchanal and asks him to be his first. But after hearing the first-time stories at the Bacchanal, Arthur decides to wait for more than physical satiation—not knowing that someone has overheard his decision.

That someone, Gaelen, is special in his own way: he's the last remaining Fey, a creature of the light, innocent and pure, the protector of the remaining joy the Fey bring to the world. Though attracted to Arthur, Gaelen is afraid to trust. He knows he's being hunted for his power by a force that wants to overthrow Bacchus himself, and Gaelen will have to allow Arthur into his life if he wants to survive.

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Excerpt:

Arthur lost himself in the music just like he usually did, letting the energy and joy he felt deep inside flow out of him through his body. Grabbing Tate, he whirled his friend around the fire, giving him a taste of the energy and joy that pounded through him. “Who’s that?” A large figure stepped from the trees wearing only a pair of shorts and a loose shirt. Arthur saw Tate’s eyes widen. “What is that?”

            “That’s Mr. Vauk.” Arthur watched as Tate stopped dancing, staring open-mouthed at the tall, broad satyr with huge, powerful horns and legs covered with thick, goat-like hair. “Stop staring. He’s really nice,” Arthur admonished, before bounding over, throwing himself into Vauk’s thick arms. “Mr. Vauk, I’ve been watching for you.”

“You have, huh? I take it you want to dance.” Arthur nodded and took Vauk by the hand, dragging him to where Tate was standing. At least his mouth wasn’t hanging open any more. “Mr. Vauk, this is my roommate Tate. Tate, this is Mr. Vauk.” The huge satyr shook Tate’s hand, greeting the much smaller human warmly. “And this is Trent, he and Mr. Vauk are mates.” Tate shook Trent’s hand as well.

“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you.” They made small talk for a few minutes before Arthur dragged both Tate and Trent toward the fire. He tried to drag Vauk as well, but the large satyr declined, sitting on the sand to watch instead. “Artie, he’s huge.”

Trent laughed as they danced together. “He looks fierce, but he’s really a big pussycat.” Arthur joined in Trent’s laughter because he, too, thought of Vauk as one of the kindest people he knew.

“Be that as it may, I’d give anything to have someone look at me the way he’s looking at you.” Tate shifted his gaze from Vauk to Trent.

Vauk got to his feet and stepped into the ring of dancers. The music changed instantly; thrumming, tribal rhythms replaced the flowing melodies, and Vauk pulled Trent to him. Arthur and Tate stepped back as Vauk and Trent, along with some of the other satyrs, began leaping and bounding around the fire like passionate predators stalking their sexual prey. “Holy fuck, Artie.” Tate grabbed onto Arthur’s arm, holding on to his friend as his body began to shake.

“What’s wrong, Tate?” Arthur saw his friend stiffen and his eyes roll back in his head as his fingers dug into Arthur’s arm.

His friend swallowed and tried to catch his breath, still hanging on to Arthur’s arm. “I just—shit, Artie—I just had the most powerful orgasm of my life.” Tate was breathing heavily, and Arthur helped him remain on his feet. “How can that happen?”

“You’re a human at a satyr gathering, and if what you’ve described is true, then your mind probably got overwhelmed by all the sexual energy.” Arthur pulled Tate into the woods toward the shelter that Travis had said they could use. Retrieving a towel, he handed it to Tate so he could clean himself up. “Do you want to dance some more?”

“No, I think I need to lie down for a while.” Tate sat down on the cushion that covered the floor; then laid back on top of the blankets.

“Can I bring you something to eat or drink?”

Tate yawned, “That would be really nice, Artie. Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” Arthur went back to the clearing and filled two plates, getting two glasses of beer before returning to the shelter. “I got some food and beer.”

“Thanks.” He sat up and together they wolfed down the food and drained their mugs. “This is really good. Does Cembran make the food?”

Arthur shook his head. There was no way he could tell Tate where everything for the Bacchanal came from. “I’ll tell you in the morning.” When they were done, he set the plates and glasses on a small shelf and slipped off his pants and shirt before climbing beneath the blankets. Tate followed suit, and soon Tate was curled in Arthur’s arms “Good night, Tate.”

“Night, Artie. Thanks for bringing me with you. I’ll never forget this. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” Tate yawned and began to fall asleep.  Neither of them could see, but just beyond the trees, someone else said a silent good-night, watching as they fell asleep before silently melting into the forest.


The Fight Within

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Blurb:
Graduating from college would be a highlight of any man's life, but Arthur Kraus is different. He’s just reached satyr maturity, and he’s going out of his mind as he's swamped with sexual urges. In a desperate moment, he invites his roommate to a Bacchanal and asks him to be his first. But after hearing the first-time stories at the Bacchanal, Arthur decides to wait for more than physical satiation—not knowing that someone has overheard his decision.

That someone, Gaelen, is special in his own way: he's the last remaining Fey, a creature of the light, innocent and pure, the protector of the remaining joy the Fey bring to the world. Though attracted to Arthur, Gaelen is afraid to trust. He knows he's being hunted for his power by a force that wants to overthrow Bacchus himself, and Gaelen will have to allow Arthur into his life if he wants to survive.

Excerpt:

Arthur lost himself in the music just like he usually did, letting the energy and joy he felt deep inside flow out of him through his body. Grabbing Tate, he whirled his friend around the fire, giving him a taste of the energy and joy that pounded through him. “Who’s that?” A large figure stepped from the trees wearing only a pair of shorts and a loose shirt. Arthur saw Tate’s eyes widen. “What is that?”

“That’s Mr. Vauk.” Arthur watched as Tate stopped dancing, staring open-mouthed at the tall, broad satyr with huge, powerful horns and legs covered with thick, goatlike hair. “Stop staring. He’s really nice,” Arthur admonished, before bounding over and throwing himself into Vauk’s thick arms. “Mr. Vauk, I’ve been watching for you.”

“You have, huh? I take it you want to dance.” Arthur nodded and took Vauk by the hand, dragging him to where Tate was standing. At least his mouth wasn’t hanging open anymore. “Mr. Vauk, this is my roommate Tate. Tate, this is Mr. Vauk.” The huge satyr shook Tate’s hand, greeting the much smaller human warmly. “And this is Trent. He and Mr. Vauk are mates.” Tate shook Trent’s hand as well.

“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you.” They made small talk for a few minutes before Arthur dragged both Tate and Trent toward the fire. He tried to drag Vauk as well, but the large satyr declined, sitting on the sand to watch instead. “Artie, he’s huge.”

Trent laughed as they danced together. “He looks fierce, but he’s really a big pussycat.” Arthur joined in Trent’s laughter because he, too, thought of Vauk as one of the kindest people he knew.

“Be that as it may, I’d give anything to have someone look at me the way he’s looking at you.” Tate shifted his gaze from Vauk to Trent.

Vauk got to his feet and stepped into the ring of dancers. The music changed instantly; thrumming, tribal rhythms replaced the flowing melodies, and Vauk pulled Trent to him. Arthur and Tate stepped back as Vauk and Trent, along with some of the other satyrs, began leaping and bounding around the fire like passionate predators stalking their sexual prey. “Holy fuck, Artie.” Tate grabbed onto Arthur’s arm, holding on to his friend as his body began to shake.

“What’s wrong, Tate?” Arthur saw his friend stiffen and his eyes roll back in his head as his fingers dug into Arthur’s arm.

His friend swallowed and tried to catch his breath, still hanging on to Arthur’s arm. “I just—shit, Artie—I just had the most powerful orgasm of my life.” Tate was breathing heavily, and Arthur helped him remain on his feet. “How can that happen?”

“You’re a human at a satyr gathering, and if what you’ve described is true, then your mind probably got overwhelmed by all the sexual energy.” Arthur pulled Tate into the woods toward the shelter that Travis had said they could use. Retrieving a towel, he handed it to Tate so he could clean himself up. “Do you want to dance some more?”

“No. I think I need to lie down for a while.” Tate sat down on the cushion that covered the floor then lay back on top of the blankets.

“Can I bring you something to eat or drink?”

Tate yawned. “That would be really nice, Artie. Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” Arthur went back to the clearing and filled two plates, getting two glasses of beer before returning to the shelter. “I got some food and beer.”

“Thanks.” He sat up and together they wolfed down the food and drained their mugs. “This is really good. Does Cembran make the food?”

Arthur shook his head. There was no way he could tell Tate where everything for the bacchanal came from. “I’ll tell you in the morning.” When they were done, he set the plates and glasses on a small shelf and slipped off his pants and shirt before climbing beneath the blankets. Tate followed suit, and soon Tate was curled in Arthur’s arms “Good night, Tate.”

“Night, Artie. Thanks for bringing me with you. I’ll never forget this. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” Tate yawned and began to fall asleep.

Neither of them could see, but just beyond the trees, someone else said a silent good-night, watching as they fell asleep before silently melting into the forest.

 


The Fight Within

Child of Joy


Releasing December 21, 2009
From Dreamspinner Press

Child of Joy
The third Children of Bacchus Story

Graduating from college would be a highlight of any man's life, but Arthur Kraus is different. He’s just reached satyr maturity, and he’s going out of his mind as he's swamped with sexual urges. In a desperate moment, he invites his roommate to a Bacchanal and asks him to be his first. But after hearing the first-time stories at the Bacchanal, Arthur decides to wait for more than physical satiation—not knowing that someone has overheard his decision.

That someone, Gaelen, is special in his own way: he's the last remaining Fey, a creature of the light, innocent and pure, the protector of the remaining joy the Fey bring to the world. Though attracted to Arthur, Gaelen is afraid to trust. He knows he's being hunted for his power by a force that wants to overthrow Bacchus himself, and Gaelen will have to allow Arthur into his life if he wants to survive.



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Uncorked came out yesterday and I'm thrilled, but I things need to keep moving and I just finished the edits for Child of Joy and returned them. I thought I'd go ahead and include an excerpt. Child of Joy comes out December 21, the winter solstice.

This excerpt is from the unedited version and contains the entire prologue.

He woke slowly, as though from a deep, happy dream. The sun shone brightly through his windows. He lifted his head and looked out, trying to decide what was different. The view outside hadn’t changed: the trees, the lake, the quiet. Everything appeared the same, and yet things were different. The air felt different, albeit slightly, but it was definitely different. Pushing back the covers, he got up and walked to the window, throwing it open to let in the air, and he inhaled deeply and smiled.

“Yes, I didn’t imagine it.” He inhaled again before closing the window and going outside. Walking around the house, he continued letting the air flow over his body, trying to determine where the scent was coming from. Then he realized it was on the wind, just barely discernable, but definitely there. “I haven’t sensed this in what must be decades.” He spoke the words out loud even though there was no one around to hear them, but that didn’t matter. The excitement inside him built nonetheless. Well, excitement tinged with fear. “I need this, need to be near them, but I can’t let them see me. Who knows what they’ll do if they find me.” Luckily, he was very good at hiding; he’d been doing it long enough. He was also very good at watching without being seen.

Going back inside, he packed his things into a small bag. There wasn’t much, but what he packed was important. It didn’t take long and his bag was ready. Then he went outside again, making sure the energy was still there. Unfurling his wings, he took to the air. With a wave of his hand, the house disappeared from view and he then headed west. He was going to miss his home; he’d been there for a very long time, but always alone. As he rode the air currents, he wondered what they’d be like. The last of their kind he’d met had been frightening, but maybe these would be different? He let himself hope. There was always hope, but he wasn’t very confident.

The scent was getting stronger and he could feel his body begin to react to the energy. Without it, this journey would be too exhausting. On he flew, over forests and cities, lakes, huge and small, and rivers. He followed the energy to its source: a patch of land in what looked like the middle of nowhere. But he could definitely feel it; the energy was very strong here. As he flew lower, he passed over a small lake, tall trees, fields dotted with sheep and goats, a house, barns, and then trees again, miles of undisturbed trees. “That looks like a nice spot.” He flew just above the treetops before seeing the shimmer of a small creek in the late evening sun. Swooping beneath the canopy, he landed near the base of a huge tree.

The air was so clean, the trees so tall, the forest floor so wild. “This is perfect.” He almost rubbed his hands together in delight as he again looked up at the tree. “You won’t mind if I make you my home, will you?” He smiled when he got his answer, and got to work.

* * *

Arthur woke suddenly, gasping in surprise. Raising his head, he looked around, but nothing was different.

“Arthur, are you all right?” The door to his room cracked open.

“Yes, mom. I must have dozed off.” He was sitting at his desk, the light on, books spread out.

Her head appeared in the doorway. “It’s nine o’clock. Why don’t you go to bed? You’re working too hard and could use some rest.” Maybe she was right; maybe he was just working too hard and needed a break. Getting up from the desk, he left his room and wandered down the hall to the family room. His dad was watching television, well … more like sleeping in front of the television. Not wanting to disturb him, he went into the kitchen where his mother was cleaning up. She stopped what she was doing. “Are you hungry?”

Arthur smiled. “No mom, I’m fine. Thanks.”

“You look like you have something on your mind.” She finished wiping the counter and then put the cloth in the laundry.

“I just had the weirdest dream, but I can’t describe it. Usually when I dream, they’re images, but this time I had this very intense feeling pulling me toward the farm.” She sat down across the table from him and listened. “I don’t quite know what to make of it. I know Uncle Travis says that satyr dreams are important, but this one was just weird.”

“Maybe you should give Travis a call in the morning and see what he thinks.” She got up and patted him on the back before joining his dad in the family room.

Arthur lifted himself out of the chair and wandered back to his room. Maybe he was just tired, but he didn’t think so. In the morning he would definitely call Uncle Travis to see what he thought.

Back in his room, he closed his books and got ready for bed, sliding beneath the crisp sheets. He fell asleep quickly and had the best dream. He was flying over the farm, the lake, the fields, the trees, all passed beneath him. He could see the sheep and goats in the fields. Instead of landing at the farm, he continued flying, landing near the base of a massive tree.

It was a nice dream, but one that was hardly memorable, and in the morning, a pleasant feeling remained, but the details of his dream vanished with night’s darkness.

The Fight Within

Child of Joy


I just received the contract for Child of Joy which is the final installment in the Children of Bacchus series.

Here's an unedited excerpt where Arthur meets Gaelen for the first time and gets an indication that Gaelen isn't all that he appears.  Enjoy!!!

Vauk stopped moving and signaled to Arthur to stop. “Did you hear that?” Arthur shook his head and listened intently. “There it is again.” Vauk’s whisper was barely audible as he cocked his head to hear it better. “It’s coming from over there.” Vauk pointed in the direction of a small creek. “Sounds like someone walking through the woods. Stay behind me and be careful. It may be nothing.”

The noise came again and this time Arthur heard it too: footsteps, sticks breaking, and what sounded like a voice, but the words were too far away. Slowly, they moved forward toward the source of the noise. The undergrowth was particularly dense and Arthur wondered as they moved forward how anyone could get to this portion of the property, or why anyone would bother.

Vauk stopped and motioned for Arthur to stop. Slowly he moved forward and pushed aside a tangle of branches and peered through the opening.

A young man, and from what Arthur could see, a rather handsome one at that, had slipped down the creek bank and was trying to climb back up, muttering as he struggled. “Stupid things. How can anyone use them anyway? Never get use to the clumsy things.” He tried again to climb up the bank, but only managed to slip down again, nearly ending up in the water. But to his credit he tried again, grumbling continually to himself. “Rotten moss! These things are nearly useless.”

Arthur put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing as the young man slipped back down yet again. Then, as the young man struggled yet again, Arthur stepped into the clearing. “What things are useless?”

The young man gave a small yelp, stumbled again, and began to slide back down the bank—only this time, instead of grumbling, Arthur heard a splash at the end. The young man was sitting at the bottom of the bank, his butt in the water, looking up at him. “Wh …wh … who are you?”

Arthur felt Vauk bump him as the big satyr stood beside him. “The important thing, young man, is who are you?” The young man squeaked again, his eyes widening as he stared at a very fierce looking Vauk.

“I … I …” The young man’s voice was high and cracked a few times as he stammered, “I’m Gaelen.”

“I’m Arthur, and this is Vauk.” He stepped forward and slowly climbed down the bank. “Let me help you up.” Arthur extended his hand but Gaelen didn’t move.

“I’m wet.” His eyes widened in unexpected surprise.”

“Of course you’re wet. Your butt is in the water. Come on, give me your hand and I’ll help you up.” Gaelen finally raised his hand and Arthur pulled him up onto what appeared to be unsteady legs. “Are you hurt?”

Gaelen shook his head and Arthur’s attention faltered slightly as he looked into those huge blue eyes. “No, I’m just wet.”

“Well, that’s good anyway. From the way you were struggling to get up that small bank, I thought you might have been hurt.” Arthur climbed the bank and extended his hand again, steadying Gaelen as he climbed up behind him. The stranger almost fell again, but Arthur steadied him. “Now that you’re out of the water, can you tell me what you’re doing here?”

Arthur watched as Gaelen’s gaze alternated between him and Vauk before settling on him. “I got lost and couldn’t find my way out of the woods. I wasn’t watching where I was going and fell.” Suddenly his tone changed and became more defensive. “I’d have gotten out on my own.”

Arthur couldn’t help himself. “Maybe. After all, from what we saw, you were doing a great job on your own.”

The young man glared at Arthur. “We’ll if you just got …” He cut himself off as began to back away, almost tumbling back down into the creek again.

Arthur reached out to steady him. This had to be one of the clumsiest people Arthur had ever met. “We’re not going to hurt you.” Gaelen still seemed unsteady on his feet, so he held the man’s arm to steady him, and then turned to Vauk. “We need to get him out of here and back to the farm, so he can get home.”

Vauk wasn’t paying attention, but appeared to be listening intently. “Can you take him back? I think I hear something in trouble.”

“Are you sure you should go alone?”

“I think it’s a deer that got caught.” Arthur knew Vauk had exceptional hearing. The big satyr could hear if a creature were in trouble in the forest as clear as anything.

“We’ll meet you back at the farmhouse.” Vauk didn’t answer; his attention was elsewhere as he took off through the underbrush almost as though it didn’t exist. “Come on, Gaelen, I’ll lead you out of the woods.” Arthur began to move, but Gaelen stayed where he was. When Arthur turned around, Gaelen looked like he was trying to decide what to do. “I won’t hurt you—I promise. Besides, we need to get you in to some dry clothes so you don’t catch cold.” He seemed to make up his mind and slowly stepped toward Arthur, but stumbled after a few steps and caught himself before falling. “You are really are clumsy, aren’t you?” Arthur found it kind of cute.

“Yes, I guess so.” He stumbled again and looked to see what caused it. There was nothing there but moss.

“Come on. Hold my hand and I’ll lead you out.” Gaelen reluctantly took the offered hand and they began to slowly weave their way through the trees.

With Arthur to steady him, Gaelen’s clumsiness seemed to abate, but that didn’t keep him from stopping to admire the various flowers they encountered along the way. Arthur watched as Gaelen bent, touched, and sniffed each type of flower, caressing the petals gently with his fingers before moving on to the next. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, they emerged from the trees and into the May afternoon sunshine.

Gaelen clapped his hands with what appeared to be delight. “You have a damhnait?”

Arthur looked at him funny. “You mean the deer? That’s Mika.”

Seeing the fence, Gaelen’s eyes became hard—sort of fierce. “What is she doing here? She should be in the woods, running free, not in a cage.”

Arthur stepped away, unsure what would cause such a serious reaction. “Not that it’s your business. Her mother was killed when she was young. We rescued her, but she got too used to humans to be released. So we take care of her.” Arthur saw the look in Gaelen’s eyes lessen slightly. He could understand Gaelen’s reaction. After all, he reacted the same way if he thought an animal was being harmed or mistreated.

“You mean like a pet?” The word pet was said with such loathing.

“No, here she’s loved.” As if she knew they were talking about her, Mika turned and looked at them, watching intently. Arthur moved close to the fence. “Come here, girl.” Mika walked over and put her nose to the fence, nuzzling Gaelen’s fingers. Arthur couldn’t believe it. Mika never approached strangers right away. “The gate’s down here.” He led them to the gate, with Mika following them on the other side of the fence.

Arthur opened the gate and ushered Gaelen inside, closing the gate behind them. Mika walked right up to Gaelen, nuzzling his hand and rubbing against him. She then ambled over and greeted Arthur, rubbing against him as well. “How’s my girl?” After getting some attention, she nuzzled him gently and then walked toward the corner of the enclosure to her food bowl. “We should get you some dry clothes.”

“Thank you, these are starting to feel funny.”

“I bet they are. Come on, you can borrow some of mine.” Arthur led Gaelen out of the pen and down the path toward the house.

Inside, the house was quiet and Arthur led Gaelen to the room he was using. “Here’s a pair of jeans and a shirt. They may be a little big for you, but at least they’ll be dry.”

“Thanks.” Gaelen took the clothes and before Arthur could leave, he opened his wet pants and pulled off his shirt, standing in the bedroom, naked. Arthur tried not to be surprised, but he couldn’t help it. He also couldn’t help looking at the perfect round butt and creamy white skin. Then he remembered his manners and got up, quietly leaving the room so Gaelen could change in peace.

Shutting the door behind him, he sat in the living room, waiting for Gaelen to finish dressing, his mind swirling with images of that beautiful light skin, firm butt, and damn if Gaelen’s legs weren’t something else, long, and like the rest of him, lean and … “Oh god, he’s so beautiful.”

“Who are you taking to? Is someone else here?” Gaelen was standing just outside the door, looking around.

“Sorry.” He was about to ask where Gaelen lived so he could take him home when the door opened and Arthur heard Travis’s voice. “The sheep are really doing well this year …” He stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Gaelen.

“Arthur, who’s this?” Cembran followed right behind Travis, closing the door.

“Gaelen. Mr. Vauk and I found him on the far side of the property near where the creek comes into the river. He fell in and got wet, so I brought him back here.

“What were you doing on the property?”

Arthur saw fear rise in Gaelen’s eyes. “I got lost and was trying to find my way out when Arthur and the big man you call Vauk found me. Arthur was good enough to bring me back here and loan me some dry clothes.” He seemed very nervous.

“Where do you live?” Arthur had never seen Travis react this way to anyone. He was usually so welcoming, so helpful, and he kept looking at Cembran, even stepping to block the line of sight between Gaelen and Cembran.

“In town.” Gaelen kept looking from Arthur to Travis, the tension and fear in the room rising by the second. Arthur couldn’t figure it out. This was a stranger—why would Travis behave this way toward someone he’d never met? And more importantly, someone Arthur was trying to help.

“Where in town?” Travis’s tone was becoming harsh, demanding.

“Ummm.”

“Uncle Travis, I was just about to take him home.” Arthur moved toward Gaelen to usher him out of the house. Whatever was going on, he thought it best to get Gaelen out of the house as quickly as possible.

“Not until I have some answers. What were you doing on my property?” Travis didn’t even wait for an answer, his tone becoming more and more urgent.

Cembran tried intervening, “Travis, let Arthur take Gaelen home.” To Arthur’s surprise, Travis glared daggers at Cembran. He’d never seen Travis react that way before, and poor Gaelen was just standing in the doorway, rocking on his feet, looking scared and completely confused. Arthur had the urge to go to him and comfort him.

“Uncle Travis …”

“Not now, Arthur!” Travis yelled at him. In the ten years he’d known Travis, he’d never raised his voice to him, ever. Travis took a step toward Gaelen, glaring at the scared, confused young man. Arthur looked from Gaelen, to Cembran, to Travis, trying to figure out what was happening. “What were you doing on my property?” Travis stepped closer, glaring at Gaelen, waiting for an answer.

Gaelen opened his mouth, but all that came out was a squeak, and then with a small pop, he was gone.
The Fight Within

Child of Joy

I just finished the initial review of Child of Joy and thought I'd post an excerpt.  This is the unedited Prologue.

He woke slowly as though from a deep, happy dream. The sun shone brightly through his windows. He lifted his head and looked out, trying to decide what was different. The view outside hadn’t changed, the trees, the lake, the quiet. Everything appeared the same and yet, things were different. The air felt different, all be it slightly, but it was definitely different. Pushing back the covers, he got up and walked to the window, throwing it open to let in the air and he inhaled deeply and smiled.

“Yes, I didn’t imagine it.” He inhaled again before closing the window and going outside. Walking around the house, he continued letting the air flow over his body, trying to determine where the scent was coming from. Then he realized it was on the wind, just barely discernable, but definitely there. “I haven’t sensed this in what must be decades.” He spoke the words out loud even though there was no one around to hear them, but that didn’t matter. The excitement inside him built none the less. Well excitement tinged with fear. “I need this, need to be near them, but I can’t let them see me. Who knows what they’ll do if they find me.” Luckily, he was very good at hiding, he’d been doing it long enough. He was also very good at watching without being seen.

Going back inside, he packed his things into a small bag. There weren’t many, but what he packed was important. It didn’t take long and his bag was ready. Then he went outside and again, making sure the energy was still there. Unfurling his wings, he took to the air. With a wave of his hand, the house disappeared from view and he then headed west. He was going to miss his home, he’d been there for a very long time, but always alone. As he rode the air currents, he wondered what they’d be like. The last of their kind he’d met had been frightening, but maybe these would be different? He let himself hope, there was always hope, but he wasn’t very confident.

The scent was getting stronger and he could feel his body begin to react to the energy, without it, this journey would be too exhausting. On he flew, over forests and cities, lakes, huge lakes, and rivers. He followed the energy to its source, a patch of land in what looked like the middle of nowhere. But he could definitely feel it, the energy was very strong here. As he flew lower, he passed over a small lake, tall trees, fields dotted with sheep and goats, a house, barns, and then trees again, miles of undisturbed trees. “That looks like a nice spot.” He flew just above the treetops before seeing the shimmer of a small creek in the late evening sun. Swooping beneath the canopy, he landed near the base of a huge tree.

The air was so clean, the trees so tall, the forest floor so wild. “This is perfect.” He almost rubbed his hands together in delight as he again looked up at the tree. “You won’t mind if I make you my home will you?” He smiled when he got his answer and got to work.

 

 

Arthur woke suddenly, gasping in surprise. Raising his head, he looked around, but nothing was different. “Arthur, are you all right?” The door to his room cracked open.

“Yes, mom. I must have dozed off.” He was sitting at his desk the light on, books spread out.

Her head appeared in the doorway. “It’s nine o’clock, why don’t you go to bed. You’re working too hard and could use some rest.” Maybe she was right, maybe he was working too hard and needed a break. Getting up from the desk, he left his room and wandered down the hall to the family room. His dad was watching television, well… more like sleeping in front of the television. Not wanting to disturb him, he went into the kitchen where his mother was cleaning up. She stopped what she was doing. “Are you hungry.”

Arthur smiled. “No mom, I’m fine. Thanks.” 

“You look like you have something on your mind.” She finished wiping the counter and then put the cloth in the laundry.

“I just had the weirdest dream, but I can’t describe it. Usually when I dream they’re images, but this time I had this very intense feeling pulling me toward the farm.” Sue sat down across the table from him and listened. “I don’t quite know what to make of it. I know Uncle Travis says that satyr dreams are important, but this one was just weird.”

“Maybe you should give Travis a call in the morning and see what he thinks.” She got up and patted him on the back before joining his dad in the family room. 

Arthur lifted himself out of the chair and wandered back to his room. Maybe he was just tired, but he didn’t think so. In the morning he would definitely call Uncle Travis to see what he thought.

Back in his room, he closed his books and got ready for bed, sliding beneath the crisp sheets.   He fell asleep quickly and had the best dream. He was flying over the farm, the lake, the farm, the trees, all passed beneath him. He could see the sheep and goats in the fields. Instead of landing at the farm, he continued flying, landing near the base of a massive tree.

It was a nice dream, but one that was hardly memorable and in the morning, a pleasant feeling remained, but the details of his dream vanished with night’s darkness.