Okay everybody, here is part one of my Cordelia Alvin Dragon trilogy. Please show mercy and leave me a comment and let me know what you think of it so far? Whether good or bad opinions. I really appreciate the feedback to my writing! Much love! ♥
This is the story of how the fairy met the dragon. Our heroines are still human and this is their tale! I hope everyone enjoys and leave your thoughts below!
WHEN CORDELIA ALVIN MET COLE
BY SAMANTHA JAMES
She is a fairy.
He is a dragon.
It was not always that way.
She was a girl.
He was a boy.
It was a love more than love
It should have been very simple
But she is a fairy and he is a dragon
Love … it’s complicated.
Cordelia Alvin lay on a beach just outside her little home in Gwynhallow, the fairy city in which she now lived. The girl of fifteen sat contemplating what her life had become. She had once been human and was the heir of a prominent noble family, house Fitzgerald. Cordelia was no longer in that world. She now carried the surname Alvin which meant fairy. How did this all happen? She sat watching the waves roll up onto the shore gradually becoming less and less as they hit the sand. It occurred to her just then that this was what her life was like. She was nothing now. Cordelia was nobody, the unnoticed. She had started life out big like a wave but was now reduced to dampness on the sand.
It had not always been so. She was the sole child of Henry James Fitzgerald; the families’ patriarch and the Duke of Ameliadale. She knew life would see her become a future duchess. Cordelia had been even luckier than that. The young noblewoman had met Cole Turner when she was just six years old. He was the boy who would rule alongside Cordelia as duke. They met by a little creek near her families’ castle.
The day the two met, Cordelia knew she would meet her future husband. The marriage already arranged, and fate sealed. She wanted a perfect picnic; alas, this was not to be so. A storm blew over Ameliadale out of nowhere, pouring a fierce and deep rain. Cordelia’s plans were destroyed as the lunch was ruined. The girl had set up blankets and pillows. She brought some of her favorite books and a little flute she expected to play. The rain was destroying her books: Destroying her flute. It was all ruined!
At this point the little six-year-old Cordelia burst into tears and right as her attendants were trying to soothe her, she met the dragon who at the time was still a human boy. Accompanied by members of his house, a nine-year-old Cole Turner appeared onto the path leading to the picnic spot so carefully chosen near a beautiful creek. Cole noticed how upset the little girl was. He walked right up to her and handed her a bright red rose and said “oh little Cordy, do not cry; my pretty the day is not ruined”.
Cordelia remembered those words clearly as if they had been spoken to her that afternoon not years ago. She had grabbed the rose and smiled through her girlish tears. Her dark ebony hair was drenched, and the curls were falling flat. Cordelia looked like a drowned mouse standing there in a soaked yellow gown of silk that accented her big brown eyes when she had been called pretty. She would never forget it. Cole always from that moment called her “Cordy, my pretty” when he addressed her.
Oh, how she missed that! How she missed him! Cole from that day forward had become her best friend. It would forever be Cole and Cordelia. They were beyond soul mates. They were each other. She admired the compassion he carried; it came so natural to him. She had loved his bright red head of curls that eventually grew into a handsome maroon as he got older. She missed his bright green eyes so full of kindness.
Cordelia and Cole’s family had arranged their marriage. Cole was not as highborn as Cordelia which suited Henry Fitzgerald fine. He loved his little daughter, who reminded him so much of his departed wife. Henry wanted to ensure that she would keep her home and duchy. He chose the House of Turner for the practical reason they had several sons who needed to marry for power. Henry knew if he chose the youngest son, who had just one title in his own right, his plan would be effective. He would get a son that he could shape to rule the duchy of Ameliadale and someone to treat his daughter well.
He could raise the two to be co-rulers. Henry did not want to just marry off his daughter who would become second and lose her rights. He wished Cordelia could be named as full heir that way he could leave her the duchy; unfortunately, the laws said this is not allowed. A woman could not rule without a husband. Henry resolved he would at least find someone who would be the girl’s partner in every way. So the day of the disastrous picnic the little lord Cole Turner came to live with Cordelia and Henry in the Ameliadale castle.
The fairy and dragon who were still humans would spend the next several years growing up together. The pair were taught by the same tutors, attended the same church mass, learned the same musical lessons, and ate every meal together. They spent all their free time in each other’s company.
Cordelia remembered that there was never a time she and Cole were apart. He was her prince, fighter, and protector. He always stood up and defended her when the occasion called for it. Cordelia smiled as she watched the waves and ocean remembering the time Cole had dropped his goblet of wine down a balcony on Sir Edward Royce. The man’s son Thomas had called Cordelia ugly earlier in the morning when all the children from noble families were out in the gardens surrounding the great church.
The children tended to be left on their own while the adults remained inside listening to a doctrine the priest was giving. The children’s sermon ended an hour before the adults. They would go to the gardens for a snack while they waited for their parents. The kids usually played around and enjoyed the fresh mid-morning air . They would also get into mischief on any given Sunday. Once the adults finished, they would have lunch and later in the afternoon return for more preaching. Adults and children alike attended afternoon sermons. Dashami was a religious country made up of hundreds of duchies that had farm tenants and villages.
Thomas Royce had noticed Cordelia and frequently sought to get her attention but the girl had been shy. Cordelia did not “play” like the other children. They often startled her with their loud boisterous games. It had not been until Cole had arrived that the Fitzgeralds even attended church. The priest gave them private Sunday masses at the castle’s citadel. This however changed when Henry decided as duke that the family should attend Ameliadale’s Great Church. It was time for Henry to leave the grief over his lost wife and show his people he could still govern. This meant making appearances. Cordelia was not use to being outside the castle and around lots of people. It made her nervous. So when the time came to be in the gardens, Cordelia would often find a quiet corner and read her books. She ignored all the children. This gave the girl a look of pretension and to the others it suggested Cordelia thought she was too good for their company.
So that morning Thomas Royce angered by Cordelia’s lack of interest in his antics, taunted her something fierce. He called her all sorts of names in bad taste. Cole was not about to let this go. He had been chatting with some of the boys nearby. He had heard it all and was about to intervene when the adults walked out of the main building. Cole went to walk with Cordelia but vowed he would deal with Thomas later. That afternoon while the Fitzgerald’s sat in their private pew on a balcony overlooking the entire church. Cole poured his wine beneath the balcony where Thomas Royce and his father sat. This caused a big commotion and stir as the wine splashed the patrons below. Henry, Duke of Ameliadale gave a look of disbelief and disapproval at his young ward but Cole felt justified in the defense of his little fiancé. During the chaos he turned to Cordelia and said “Cordy, my pretty, there see, you have been avenged”. She had laughed and responded by saying “Now I will never fear, my valiant knight and his love does me a great honor,”.
Yes, I know big speeches for such young people. Cordelia was just seven and Cole was just over ten.
The thing is though Cordelia and Cole’s love was far beyond their mere years. It was far older and wiser. Also; the children were mimicking speeches they read in their books. Cordelia realized that …now… as she looked back onto that day. How she missed every aspect of her former life. She felt like a shell: An empty shell devoid of anything of substance. When she walked around Gwynhallow she did not speak or smile. She just carried about her business. She did not even attempt to learn any of her new magic abilities that came from being a fairy. She had not even undergone what was required to discover the kind of fairy she was.
The other fairies of Gwynhallow had decided Cordelia just needed more time to adjust and become accustom to her new life. They had no clue she would never be the same without Cole. She was nobody without his light. They were forever separated and it was beyond the comprehension of others who knew not a thing about the essence of Cordelia’s character; which was made up of Cole. They knew of no Cole.
They just knew of the girl who had been considered a princess in her human world. They just knew of the girl who had died and come back as a fairy. They just knew of the girl who saved the life of a dragon against the evil wizard that had caused her death. They had no ability to fathom the love this little fairy had for a dragon. They knew of no Cole. She didn’t tell them either. Cordelia had not spoken in the months she had lived among the fairies. They knew nothing about Cordelia; Because, they knew of no Cole.
She is a fairy. He is a dragon. It was not always that way. She was girl. He was a boy. It was a love more than love. It should have been simple but she is a fairy and he is a dragon. Love … It’s complicated.
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