Ballad of the Emerald Bard: Mother of the Bride - 5

(( Hello and Welcome to the conclusion of Mother of the Bride, the fourth serial story in the Ballad of the Emerald Bard!  To recap, Deeya won her fight against Do'Stoffa, by removing the girl's head, but not before she had started a teleportation spell, that took away her body, and Deeya's sword blade.  After all the excitement, everyone's attention turned towards making sure the ceremonies at hand went off without a hitch.... ))

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It had been one crazy week, and Deeya recollected about it, as she knelt in front of Queen Kay’Anrea Fey’Kin.  Do’Stoffa’s attack would have been a huge blemish on the entire proceedings of the Festival of the Leaf, but it was covered up.  Do’Varne’s human friend had taken an arrow in the arm, but Aloucia’s magic had saved him from the poison.  The other arrow that had whizzed past Deeya had been mortally blocked by a guard, it had been intended for Aloucia, as she was healing.  Any loss of Elven life was deeply mourned, but the guards were an interesting breed.  They knew their life was on the line when they took the job, and that guard was honored well within the guards of the royalty.

Deeya could hear Rea’s voice speaking the words, but Deeya didn’t feel like any form of savior to the elves.  This land of trees was still very foreign to her, but then so was everywhere else.  She felt completely out of place everywhere, which was why she constantly traveled.  So when she rose as Countess El’Mindeeya holding the elven crafted sword she was anointed with, she smiled brightly, but didn’t feel overly honored.

Where she did feel honored was standing in front of the large gathering assembled on the ceremonial platform.  Deeya wore a green dress, which was less modest than she liked, but Mindee got to dress her, so Deeya was okay with showing off what the dress accentuated.  Her minimal cleavage looked quite nice in the mirror as did the curves she always hid under her boyish clothes.  Her choker stood out amazingly with its dangling emerald.

Aloucia was even more stunning, in her own green dress, her chocolate skin standing out amazingly.  Deeya scanned the people that had came, and was surprised by what she saw.  So many people she knew sat there in the rows.  So many acquaintances....

Duvessa sat towards the back, she was chewing on an unlit cigar.  She was a hard woman, proprietor a very magical inn, and a seductress.  She was a raven haired hard boiled beauty, with piercing eyes.  Towards the middle, surrounded by female attendees sat one of the most famous elves to have ever lived.  Jethal Silverwing was an immodest ladies man, who, rumor has it, had sired more than half of the half elves that ever lived.  His silver hair always made him stand out among the dark hair elves, and he was rumored to be one of the oldest beings still living....

Tomias sat in the back, his huge frame hulking above most.  His smile was a fine site, as was his wide brimmed hat with the feather sticking out of it.  Off to the side sat Ashengrey A’Taril, trying to blend into the shadows.  Tregarde sat towards the aisle, looking to be waiting to see what Mindee wore, she was always a sucker to see someone in a dress.  Rafinious stood on the far side of Freddie and Do’Varne.

Do’Varne himself was in a traditional ceremonial husband garb of the elves.  It was leathers, and looked distinguished yet wild at the same time.  Raf was wearing some form of suit that matched Freddie, but he looked awkward in it.  Deeya eyes then drifted to the musician.  Karn’Al Jex’Ter, the Crimson Bard sat at the harpsichord, playing an enchanting tune.  He was dressed in his normal red leather stage gear, which looked stunning, and allowed him to move and dance.  He was an amazing performer.

Deeya watched as Karn nodded to some cue that Deeya did not see.  He pivoted and pulled his harp close, and started playing an unbelievably delicate tune.  And then Mindee appeared.  She walked down the aisle alone, after fairies had flew by dropping dried fallen leaves.  Her hair was in some amazingly inspired do that Deeya couldn’t believe looked as good as it did.

That’s when it hit Deeya the hardest, as she watched her daughter stride down the aisle.  Her eyes teared up a bit, but she controlled them as best she could.  Aloucia gave Deeya’s arm a tight squeeze as they both watched Mindee approach her groom.

Mindee arrived, kissed her mother’s cheek, took Do’Varne’s hand, and turned towards the newly coronated Queen.  Rea herself was resplendent, looking like a Queen, but not outdoing Mindee’s fine white dress.  The ceremony was short, and sweet.  Deeya tried to hang on to every word, but it was all lost later in the reception that ended the Celebration of the Leaf.

Later as Deeya stood to the side and watched Mindee dance with her new husband, Ashengrey approached her.  “Hey Bard.”

“Hey beautiful.”

Ash smiled and said, “Kind of crazy seeing my mom here.”

Deeya turned to her and said, “Kind of crazy seeing you here, after you used me to kill your real mom, or sister....  Gods this time travel stuff is crazy.  I still can’t believe that woman put you inside some future Tregarde.  Why haven’t you spoke to her yet?”

Ash’s face turned different colors and then Deeya said, “Wait, that hasn’t happened yet, the me killing Ryn’Vey?”  Ash shook her head.  “Yeah, I say again, this time travel stuff is crazy....”

Ash sighed as Deeya turned from her, “I’m sorry Deeya, I can’t believe I’d do something that’d hurt you...but....  I killed Ryn’Vey myself....”

Deeya didn’t turn back to Ash and said, “She found out about you killing her, changed her future, and....Yeah....”

Ash shook her head, “Well, at least I know you get over it somehow.”

Deeya looked back at Ash and said, “Oh?”

Ash nodded and said, “Yeah, you’re going to kiss me in the near future.”

Deeya shook her head, “Do I need to repeat myself about the time travel stuff?”

Ash giggled and smiled, “Deeya, I’m truly sorry.  You are the only person I have loved, or will ever love.  I’ve seen you die to protect me, and we’ve made the most intimate love two souls can perform.”

Deeya nodded, remembering the odd magical bond that made the experience so much more powerful.  “I’m sure I’ll get over it in time.  Fact is, we saved the world, and this time, we truly get her, because you keep me a secret.  Which is why I guess...” Deeya looked into Ash’s eyes and said, “You were so much older then.”

Ash smiled and said, “Everything works out for the best, my beautiful bard.  No matter how bad it gets.”

Deeya nodded and said, “Amen....”

Ash squeezed Deeya’s shoulder, and left her alone.  Deeya decided to pay a visit to the Crimson Bard.  After a brief talk with the male elf who was performing the harpsichord again, they made plans to meet at his estate soon.  Deeya hated leaving Mindee during her pregnancy, but this wouldn’t take overly long.

Finally Deeya, let herself get lost in the event, when Mindee grabbed her and pulled her into the dancing.  The night was long, and full of fun, friends, and wine.  Laughs were had, and afterwards, Mindee’s wedding lived on in memories for a very long time.  It was the perfect ending to the elven celebration.

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Far away, a man was crying over the headless body of his daughter.  He clutched the naked blade that had taken her head, and even though it was without a hilt, he knew the blade belonged to the bard that had been that wolf girl’s friend.  He still had healing to do, but he would heal, and he would get revenge.  The cloak of the wolf god would be his....

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Appendix - Characters

(( And that concludes Mother of the Bride.  CLICK HERE for the next chapter of the Ballad of the Emerald Bard!  Only time will tell what Deeya will get herself into next....

This work had many name drops from Deeya's past.  A special thank you to everyone who allowed me to use their names in this work.  Duvessa, Jethal Silverwing, Tregarde, Aloucia, Tomias, and Rafinious.

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