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Lunarian Salvation	By : debolick Category: A through F > Feral Warrior Series Views: 1760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Freyanna is my creation. Though names are changed mostly, I don't own Pam Palmer's Feral Warrior Series or Karen Moning's Highlander and Fever Series. I make no money from this story.

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Lunarian Salvation
Chapter 1
Pamela Palmer is the author of the Feral Warrior Novels upon which this story is based. I in no way own these characters but did borrow them for your entertainment only. Freyanna is my creation.
The Lunarian race is in serious shit,Cougar thought as he ran through the forest. Tig and Talon were lost in the Alchemists’ spirit trap. Only six of the nine Breed warriors, seven if you count the as yet unknown replacement for Coyote, remained to defend the race from the Alchemists and their plot to release Shatan from his prison. The Ladies of the Mist were hiding, presumed dead to the rest of the preternatural world and even though he knew better there was nothing he could say. That was her fault, the Queen of the Ladies of the Mist, Anara, his precious mate (not). How had the damned female broken their mate bond? How am I going to convince her to help me rescue Talon and Tig when all I want to do is strangulate the woman, he thought. He had to come up with a plan; but, what…, how…?
The trees grew thinner with larger pines predominating the flora as he ran up the side of the mountain. At least there are fewer bushes and thorns, he thought as he raced. In a few minutes the crest would come into sight along with a clearing that overlooked the western horizon. Cougar poured on the speed, as he thought of his friends, his brothers, and the terrible fate that awaited them if he couldn’t save them. Talon was the only friend he felttruly knew him. Tig was married to Bronx, a female of true worth if ever there was one in his opinion. Goddess, the pain she would feel if…No! I won’t think about that. I will find a way to save them. I have to. I have to save them or die trying. That is all there is to it.
Seven days out of the eleven days a spirit can survive inside an Alchemist trap have passed. No matter how tired Cougar was, he ran on driven by his loyalty and love for his brother warriors. Each time he had stopped to petition the Ladies of the Mists for help, only silence answered him. This night they had to answer. Time was running out. The site he had chosen for tonight’s supplication was known for its connection to the ‘mystical’ even by mundane humans.
Cresting the mountain, the sun was just setting on the horizon and the last rays of sun were blinding in the clear air. The sky was painted with brilliant shades of purple, copper, and gold. It was a truly beautiful sight, if Cougar admitted it to himself. Pausing to catch his breath and survey the clearing and surrounding area, Cougar could hear the peaceful call of the birds as they settled for the night, the scurrying of little creatures heading for safety in their warm dens, and feel the gentle caress of the wind. Once assured of the clearing’s safety, Cougar entered it and moved to the center. There he attempted to clear his mind and focus on the task ahead. There was no room for fear, no room for failure. Breathing in slowly through his nose and out through his mouth, Cougar focused on filling his mind with peace and letting everything else go. Slowly he relaxed and began his petition to the Queen of the Ladies of the Mist.
“Anara, mighty and beautiful Queen of the Ladies of the Mist, I, Cougar, oldest of the Breed Warriors, protectors of the Lunarian race, humble myself before you. Most majestic Queen, please grant me an audience. I stand powerless before you and beg you to hear my plea. Please grant me a meeting with you. For my people, for your people, for my friends, I beseech your presence. Please Anara, please!”
Over and over he called out his request to Anara. How long he pleaded he did not know. Swaying from fatigue, tired, hungry, thirsty, he continued on. In the back of his mind, he heard Anara’s handmaidens telling him to never call on them again, but this was more important than his life, than anything.

The moon was full and had risenalready, the stars shone brightly overhead, the sky was a velvet sea of magic, and the breeze was colder and stronger. Hours had passed, yet still there was no answer.
“How long will you implore an audience with a Queen who will not answer you,” asked a gentle, yet sensual voice behind him?
Cougar spun to face the speaker, but no one was there.
“Tell me, great warrior, what could the heartless and dark Queen of the Ladies of the Mist do for you? She has made her refusal to hear your request quite clear.” This time the voice came from his left.
“Who are you? How do you know the Queen to which I appeal? Why do you hide your appearance? Show yourself! Are you Alchemist or what?” Cougar’s voice was thick with anger as he turned to face an invisible voice. Why he was angry he wasn’t sure, but the speaker seemed to know what she was saying and she could be Alchemist. He tried to soften his voice. “Forgive my harsh words, but if you know of whom I speak, surely you can understand my concern for not seeing you and not knowing who you are.”
“Of course I understand. I’m sorry. I forgot Breed Warriors are not the most trustful of creatures and your war with the Alchemist has even made it to our ears” the gentle voice spoke still from his left. Slowly the darkness receded like someone was drawing back a curtain and a graceful and strikingly radiant woman stepped out into the clearing. She had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She was nearly six feet tall, had an athletic build, and all the womanly curves a man could want in all the right places. Her hair fell in a riot of ringlets and was as black as the raven’s wings. Each curl reflected the stars’ iridescent light. Her sweetheart shaped face barely seemed large enough for her large hazel eyes, that were the shade of green somewhere between jade and turquois, yet sprinkled with golden light. Her cute button nose wiggled as she smiled at the warrior and her sinfully lush lips lifted in a knowing, slightly crooked smile. She must have been able to feel the heat of his stare, because he was surely going to go up in flames. The gown she wore was of fine, very sheer creamy silk the shade of a maiden’s blush and though covering her luscious figure, it hinted at the succulent fruit it hid. A slit in the gown from hem to upper thigh gave Cougar far too much soft and shapely leg to feast his gaze on and ended in a delicate and utterly delectable foot.
Goddess! And I’m not even a foot man,he thought. Cougar tried to bring his mind back on task, but his blood had all left his brain on its trip south. Good grief, I think I’m even panting; he groaned to himself as he took yet another deep breath and attempted to refocus.
“To answer your questions, my name is Freyanna, youngest daughter of the Queen of the Tuatha déDanann, and unfortunately the distant cousin of Anara. I am not Alchemist or Ladies of the Mist, but Fae,” she said as she practically glided closer to Cougar.
“How can that be? Anara claims no family and, if you will pardon me for saying it, you look nothing like any Fae I’ve read of. They aren’t even real,” he replied.
Freyanna raised her right eyebrow as she looked at Cougar and said somewhat sarcastically, “Well, neither are the Lunarians, the Ladies of the Mist, the Alchemist, and the Elfkinin.” At his look of grudging acceptance she drifted closer and declared, “The Tuatha déDanann are very much real. My people absented themselves from Earth long before my birth. As for Anara not claiming kinship to the Fae or its Queen, well, all I can say is to trust me, the familial bonds and warm fuzzy feelings of love are mutual,” she conceded with a shrug of her lovely shoulders.
The sweet sound of Freyanna’s voice was doing nothing to sooth Cougar’s burning mind. “I still need the Ladies of the Mists’ help. Two of my fellow warriors are trapped in an Alchemist’s spirit trap. Time is short before their animal spirit is stripped from their Lunarian soul and they die. I know the Ladies of the Mist can help me rescue my friends,” he verbalized with only a small bit of doubt reflected in his voice.
“Perhaps you did not know that the Ladies of the Mist are less powerful than the Tuatha dé. The power of their magic is only a fraction of that of Fae royalty. When they turned their backs on the old ways, they in turn forsook the lion’s share of their power. If you truly seek to free your friends, perhaps I can lend you aid. As long as you don’t tell my mother, I’ll even help you for free…So describe as best you can this spirit trap, how was it cast and empowered, and by whom if you can,” she said kindly.
Hope surged through Cougar at her words as he stared at the lovely creature before him. Yet that annoying and nagging little voice in the back of his head prompted him to say, “It has been said, ‘Nothing is free’, so I can’t help but wonder what you get out of helping me and what you really might want.”
Freyanna looked puzzled for a moment. She thought, perhaps this Breed is right about nothing being free, but there is nothing I want in return, unless it was to piss-off Anara. Out loud she said, “Actually, there isn’t anything I really want. Of course, upsetting Queen Bitch is its own reward. She can be so-o-o-o evil sometimes. You know she won’t even talk to my mother about reconciling our peoples. She really needs someone to give her a hard kick in her derriere…But I digress…I want to help. The ancient Lunarians were friends with the Tuatha dé.” She clasped her hands and looked up at him imploringly, “Please let me help,” she nearly begged.
“You really want to help,” he asked?
“Oh, yes! I want to help save your friends and the Lunarian race if I can,” she declared with so much enthusiasm she resembled a young girl.
Cougar realized he was smiling down at the enchanting pixie. “Are you sure you’re old enough to work this kind of magic,” he quipped as he noted how cute she was being?
Startled somewhat by the question and its playful delivery of unintentionally painful words, Freyanna responded, “I am as ready and capable of performing the parlor trick you require as a youngling Fae. What I may lack in years, I make up for in ability.”
She glanced away, but not before Cougar caught the sheen of unshed tears. Obviously, he had inadvertently hurt her somehow. Feeling chagrinned Cougar apologized, “I didn’t mean to upset you or hurt your feelings. It was just that your enthusiasm for helping rescue my brother warriors struck me as like that of a young girl. Of course you do look barely old enough to pass for an adult,” Cougar intoned truthfully.
Freyanna looked back at him and said, “I’mtwenty-seven point eight, six, seven Fae years old, even if my mother does still call me her little baby. Yuck!”
“Twenty-seven point eight, six, seven Fae years? How many Earth years would that be,” Cougar wondered aloud?
Freyanna frowned as she thought a moment then responded brightly, “three thousand nine-hundred eighty one Earth years!”

Cougar groaned inwardly, Goddess she’s older than I am. Of course there aren’t many females that old anymore. Out loud he said, “Okay. If you think you can help me. The spirit trap is a vortex that an Alchemist sorceress named Misery opened by channeling stolen power from Demon Lords she and her Alchemist minions had stored in three power orbs. She placed some sort of compulsion spell on Hijinks’ mate, Beth, who is soul thieves-kissed and able to absorb the life essences of those around her and feed that energy into the sorceress’ orbs. The ground split and a moat of dark energy opened the vortex within. Anyone who went into it would be powerless to free themself. It is like spiritual quicksand. Later when Hijinks got through to Beth and helped her redirect her energy feed to the warriors who battled the Alchemist then disposed of the remaining Demon Lord and destroyed the power orbs; the ground closed. Moments later the ground reopened and returned the dead bodies of the Alchemist who had fallen into the vortex. Our men remain trapped within. This is the same type of trap the Alchemist used to capture and destroy seventeen of our brothers. Only nine Breed Warriors remain, one of which has not joined the brotherhood because his predecessor died recently. With two trapped in this spiritual hell, slowly dying and having their animal and Lunarian souls ripped apart, the Breed Warriors are down to six members”
Freyanna watched and listened to Cougar closely as he related the details of the trap. Closing her eyes, she saw the vortex, the spell, the ebb and flow of power as he described the events and the trap. The Alchemist definitely had to be stopped that was certain. This sorceress, Misery, needed to be eliminated soon. She was unleashing power that was far beyond her understanding and ability to control. She could unwittingly destroy the Earth and several of the parallel realms. She could even unleash evil as terrible as Shatan or maybe even worse. She shuddered at the thought. The creation of the vortex was the easy part, extracting the warriors, their spirits fully intact, would be more challenging. Cougar would have to help her. His bond to his brothers would be the key to freeing them, his blood the key to finding them within the miasma, and the integrity of their spirit would be mostly in their own hands.
When she again reopened her eyes, she found Cougar watching her intently. The full moon was nearly overhead, the timing would be perfect. She smiled up at Cougar. “Fear not,” she said. “We should be able to free your fellow warriors this night. This is what we must do…”
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