Christina Courtenay left us on the brink of being whisked away to a Halloween faerie ball yesterday (and we don’t mean just a costume party!) But will Kirsty Ferry make sure we end up there safely today? Let’s find out! Remember to read right until the end for the competition.
Please note: To enjoy this story, you should read each part in order. Click HERE to read Part One by Berni Stevens first, HERE to read Part Two by Rhoda Baxter, and HERE to read Part Three by Christina Courtenay.
A Hallowe’en Faerie Tale: Part Four by Kirsty Ferry
His hand was cool in mine. He pointed towards my little kitchen door, which led out into a rather nasty, concreted yard. My bins were out there, and a couple of plant pots that I’d tried to encourage into flower over the summer. A wooden door was built into the wall, and beyond that was the back lane that ran behind the terrace.
‘Out there,’ he said. ‘Come on.’
He stepped towards the door and I wasn’t even sure if he’d touched it or not; but it swung open and we were suddenly in my yard. He walked over to the door in the wall, and again that one swung open.
‘Where are we going?’ I asked. ‘There’s nothing out there.’
‘Oh, there is, there is. You just don’t know how to look for it yet,’ he said. His eyes glittered in the moonlight – for moonlight it was, a clear, full moon hanging like a talisman in the velvet sky, and a breath of wind kissed the back of my neck. ‘Now, my Faye, my beautiful Faye – look with your heart.’
As one, we stepped out into what should have been the back lane and I stared around me, enchanted.
Where I should have been faced with brick walls and high fences, I was looking out onto open fields, dotted here and there with clusters of trees strung with tiny lights. Candles hung, seemingly in mid-air, flickering golden shadows over the grass. Faint music drifted through the evening, and the soft sound of laughter wound itself around me. Shadows moved on the fields, dark figures drifting around, coupling, then uncoupling, as if they were doing some kind of complicated dance.
‘Look down,’ Kalen whispered in my ear.
I did as I was bid and saw that I was wearing a full-skirted black dress, covered with sparkling silver cobwebs. The heavy fabric brushed the floor and I stuck my foot out, intrigued to see a silver slipper where my old trainers had been.
‘Is this the faerie ball?’ I asked softly, almost scared to blink in case this sparkling, starlit scene disappeared.
‘It is,’ replied Kalen. I cast a glance at him and he was no longer dressed casually – if I was some sort of faerie princess, he was definitely the faerie king; all the way down from his tawny hair to his golden waistcoat to his black breeches.
‘Kalen! Hail fellow, well-met!’ I turned and saw another warrior standing behind us. ‘And who is this?’ The man, dressed in a similar fashion to my escort – but thank God this one had dark hair, and wasn’t about to confuse me as a potential Kalen 3 – bowed deeply and I had the awful feeling that my jaw slackened and dropped, as I raised my hand, almost automatically, for him to kiss it.
‘This is Faye,’ said Kalen, amusement in his voice. ‘I don’t think she quite believes in us yet. But she will.’
The dark-haired one smiled down at me and nodded. ‘She will,’ he said. ‘Now come; you must greet our queen, and invite our young friend to feast and dance, as we all must do, this hallowed evening.’
‘And will we be expecting guests from our rival court?’ asked Kalen, drawing me close and walking me across the frost-tipped grass.
‘I trust not,’ replied the stranger. ‘There is too much danger if they come tonight. They will not be made welcome, and this young lady is, regardless, our greatest bargaining tool if they do.’ He looked sidelong at me, a knowing half-smile on his moon-shadowed face and for the first time, I began to panic.
‘Hold on,’ I said. ‘Bargaining tool? What do you mean by that?’
Kalen smiled down at me and pulled me closer. ‘It’s not often we have girls like you at our Balls,’ he said. ‘You are, my lovely Faye, the perfect guest.’
There was something in the way he said my name, in the way his Irish lilt melted around the word, that made me really, really wish that I hadn’t told any of them my name. Especially not on All Hallows Eve.
We were just starting to enjoy that faerie ball – but now we’re feeling a little bit on edge again. Can’t wait for Halloween tomorrow and to see how Jane Lovering will finish it. It’s sure to be a treat!
If you enjoyed Kirsty’s writing in today’s Round Robin, you might want to read one of her novels – and this could be your chance! We have one copy of Some Veil Did Fall and some Halloween chocolate to give away. To enter, simply comment below and tell us what you think of the story so far
There will be a competition each day of our Round Robin and all winners will be announced 1st November.
Part Five by Jane Lovering is now available to read, click HERE.