The Call of the Selkie: Chapter 15, Whispers of the Tides

FoxyLove Buzz, Short Stories

A Ghostly Christmas

Saoirse's unease had grown like a relentless storm, casting its shadow over her every waking moment. She felt like a ship adrift in uncharted waters, seeking a harbour that remained elusive.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of amber and rose, Saoirse knew she couldn't ignore the whispers of her intuition any longer. The call of the magical island, where Eilidh and Siobhán resided, beckoned her. So with a determined heart and a backpack filled with offerings of seashells and herbs, Saoirse made her way to the magical island.

She had visited the island many times before, a place where the boundaries between the mundane world and the realm of magic were thin, like gossamer threads. The journey there was never easy, requiring a small boat and a lantern to navigate the treacherous waters.

As Saoirse pushed her boat into the gentle surf and started the small outboard engine, the scent of gas, saltwater and seaweed enveloped her. The moon, like a silver coin, cast its ethereal glow upon the water, illuminating her path. The night was filled with the distant cries of gulls, and the stars above seemed to offer their silent blessings.

The magical island lay shrouded in mist, its contours ever-shifting. As Saoirse navigated toward its shores, the sensation of crossing into another world washed over her. She remembered the tales her mother had told her about the island, a place where ancient magics whispered through the trees, and the stones held the secrets of countless ages.

The boat's keel gently kissed the sandy beach, and Saoirse stepped onto the shore. Her boots sank into the soft, damp sand, and she glanced around, her senses heightened. The trees whispered secrets, and the breeze carried the scent of wildflowers and ancient spells.

The moon, like a silver coin, cast its ethereal glow upon the water, illuminating her path

With the lantern in hand, Saoirse made her way through the dense forest that blanketed the island. The path she followed was not visible to the mundane eye, but her connection to the magical realm guided her true.

At last, in the heart of the forest, she reached a secluded glen bathed in the soft radiance of the moon. At the centre of the glen lay a still pond, its waters so clear that they seemed to be made of liquid moonlight. The reflection of the stars shimmered on its still surface.

As she approached Ériu's Pool, the very place where she and Sean had experienced a moment of profound connection, she couldn't help but feel the weight of the world pressing upon her shoulders.

The pool, nestled in a rocky alcove, shimmered like liquid sapphire beneath the moonlight filtering through the surrounding trees. It had always been a place of beauty and tranquility, where the waters seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

Saoirse knelt beside the pool and placed her offerings on a flat stone at its edge. She closed her eyes, breathing in the salty sea air, and whispered a silent prayer to the spirits of the land and sea.

"Siobhan, Eilidh," she began softly, "I come to you seeking answers. Something stirs within me, something that tugs at the very fabric of our world. I've seen visions, felt disturbances in the magical currents. I don't know what it means, but I can't ignore it."

As her words hung in the air, a strange sensation washed over her. The surface of Ériu's Pool, once calm and reflective, began to ripple with an otherworldly energy. Dark, swirling patterns danced across the water's surface, like tendrils of smoke reaching out to touch her.

Startled, Saoirse watched as the pool seemed to come to life, showing glimpses of her restless dreams and unsettling visions. She saw herself surrounded by a tempest of stars, each one a brilliant and distant world. Her heart raced as she glimpsed a shadowy figure beneath the waves, a monstrous presence lurking in the depths.

The visions played out before her, a cryptic tapestry woven with threads of uncertainty. It was as if the pool itself was trying to communicate, to share the truth that had eluded her.

Saoirse's breath caught in her throat. She had come seeking guidance, but what she found at Ériu's Pool was a mystery deeper than she could have ever imagined.



Eilidh, with her silver hair and eyes that held the depth of the sea, stepped forth from the forest dark, smiling warmly. "Saoirse, it has been some time since you last visited."

Siobhán, her eyes like emerald pools, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, child. What brings you to our island tonight?"

Saoirse approached them, her heart heavy with the burden of her unease. "Eilidh, Siobhán, I don't know how to explain it, but something is amiss. The magical currents feel disturbed, like a tempest brewing beneath the surface."

Eilidh's gaze met Saoirse's with understanding. "The sea has its own way of communicating, and you, dear child, are attuned to its whispers. What do you sense?"

Saoirse recounted the restless nights, the haunting visions that danced in her dreams, and the growing feeling that the balance of the world was shifting. She spoke of her concerns, her fears, and the weight of responsibility that bore down upon her.

Siobhán listened attentively, her eyes filled with a mix of wisdom and compassion.

"You have always been a guardian of the magical realm, Saoirse. It is your birthright and your destiny. The world you know is interconnected with the mystical energies that flow through the sea, and when that balance is disrupted, it sends ripples through your very soul."

Eilidh placed a hand on Saoirse's shoulder. "But fear not, child. You are not alone in this. The tides of fate have brought you here for a reason."

Saoirse felt a glimmer of hope amidst her uncertainty. "What should I do, Eilidh? Siobhán?"

Eilidh's eyes sparkled with ancient knowledge. "The answers lie in the depths of the sea, where the past and future converge. Seek the guidance of the sea itself, for it holds the wisdom you seek."

Siobhán nodded in agreement. "And remember, Saoirse, the strength of your heart and the love of those who stand beside you are your greatest allies."

Saoirse took a deep breath, her resolve solidifying. She would heed their counsel and embark on a journey into the heart of the sea, guided by the whispers of the tides. With Eilidh and Siobhán's blessings, she felt a renewed sense of purpose.

As she prepared to leave the magical island, Saoirse knew that her path was uncertain, but her determination was unwavering.

The tides of destiny had set her course, and she would follow them wherever they may lead.

To be continued...