The Glen: Book One
Copyright© 2004 by Merlin
Chapter 23
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23 - There is a world of magic just on the edge of sight... and it is moving closer, and closer... Welcome to the world of 'The Glen'.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Magic Fiction Safe Sex Oral Sex School
With fog misting the landscape, the funeral cortège slowly wended its way to Sylvan Grove. An honor guard of two knights of the King’s Guard guarded each of the twelve shrouded forms that were bourn on horse-drawn hearses. All except for the first hearse, this was guarded by a full dozen of the King’s Guard, including Lancelot and Roland. The body of Morgan was covered by the royal standard of the King, and Gareth, clad now in the house colors of the Pen Dragons, held a naked great sword, blade up, at the head of the hearse.
Trailing the lead hearse were Arthur, Guinevere, Queen Titania and Emory. Behind them walked Erin, dressed fully in the silks and colors of a Princess Royal, followed by Megan and Richard with Jenny and Anne as her ladies in waiting. Other members of the court filled in behind each hearse so that all told, well over five hundred fairies walked slowly toward the grove.
Sylvan Grove is a natural amphitheater that has a stand of Greek columns at one end and is surrounded by stately cedars on the other three sides, forming a square area that is used for musical concerts under the stars, and is a favorite place for graduates to have their pictures taken on graduation day.
Sylvan Grove also marked the physical boundary between the mortal world and the land of the Fairy. It was here, on this most sacred ground, that the rituals would be observed and the ashes of the fallen returned to Mother Earth.
Each shroud wrapped body was laid to rest on a low stone altar, and after a few brief words by the King to any family, and a short spell casting by Emory, their shrouds glowed a brilliant white and then vanished, leaving behind no trace. A lone kilt clad piper played out a quiet dirge from the edge of the grove, where he blended into the heavy fog that covered much of the early morning campus.
Queen Tatiana and Queen Guinevere moved quietly among the mourners, offering a few brief words and a gentle touch. Since the Fairy are, by nature, open and free with their passions, quite a few knots of quietly grieving fairies were woven into the scene.
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