The Call of the Selkie: Chapter 7, A Return to the Familiar

FoxyShort Stories

The Call of the Selkie , Chapter 7

Underneath the opalescent moonlight that bathed the enchanted island, Saoirse made her way to the shore, guided by the ethereal glow of Eilidh, the mischievous fairy who had become her dear friend during her time on the island.

The beach was a pristine expanse of moon-silvered sand, kissed by the gentle waves that whispered secrets to the shore. Ancient rocks stood sentinel along the coast, their rugged forms softened by the dreamy luminescence of the night.

There, waiting at the water's edge, stood Siobhan, her guardian, her presence a beacon of love and guidance. Beside her was Aoife, the enchanting water spirit whose laughter echoed with the songs of the sea.

It was a vessel of grace and beauty, its slender form crafted from the whisper of moonbeams and the shimmer of dreams

As Saoirse approached, the gathered spirits and beings offered warm smiles of farewell. Siobhan's eyes held the depth of the ages as she spoke, "You are always welcome here, Saoirse. The magick of this island is a part of you now, and you carry it wherever you go."

Aoife's voice was like the lullaby of the ocean's waves. "The sea and its secrets will forever be your companions, dear one. We shall watch over you."

Saoirse nodded, her heart brimming with gratitude. She had found a home in the magick of this island, and its spirits had become her family. The bond between them was unbreakable, even across realms.

With Eilidh by her side, Saoirse stepped onto the shore's edge where the enchantment of the island met the gentle lapping of the waves. There, illuminated by the moon's radiant touch, awaited a fairy boat. It was a vessel of grace and beauty, its slender form crafted from the whisper of moonbeams and the shimmer of dreams.

The boat seemed to shimmer with life, a living creation of the magickal realm. It was as if the very elements had conspired to craft a vessel worthy of Saoirse's journey.

As they boarded the boat, Saoirse looked back at the gathering of spirits and the magickal island that had been her home. She knew she would return, for her heart and spirit were forever intertwined with this enchanted place.



The boat glided upon the water with an otherworldly smoothness. Eilidh's laughter rang out like the tinkling of wind chimes as they sailed toward the horizon. The moonlight kissed the surface of the sea, turning it into a path of liquid silver.

The magickal mist, the veil between realms, lay before them. As they sailed into it, the world around them shimmered and shifted. It was as if they passed through the very fabric of existence, crossing the threshold between the magickal and the mortal.

And then, just as seamlessly as they had departed, they arrived on the shores of the mortal world. The fairy boat gently kissed the sand of Saoirse's hometown, as if delivering her back to her life.

Eilidh, her eyes dancing with mischief and affection, turned to Saoirse. "Remember, dear friend, the island and its magick await your return. You need only believe."

With those words, Eilidh faded into the night, leaving Saoirse standing alone on the moonlit beach. She knew she had a journey ahead, one filled with mysteries, love, and the magick of her true self.

As she watched the fairy boat disappear into the distance, Saoirse felt the embrace of her hometown and the love of her family and friends welcoming her back. She knew that her adventures were far from over, but she carried with her the wisdom, strength, and love of the magickal island that would forever be a part of her soul.

Time on the magickal island flowed differently from the mortal realm. Though weeks had passed for Saoirse on the island, when she stepped ashore in her hometown, it had been no more than half an hour.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the coastal village. Supper was almost ready in most of the cottages, and the comforting scent of home-cooked meals filled the air.

Saoirse made her way to her childhood home, a sense of nostalgia washing over her.

The small Irish fishing town of Ballymore

The small Irish fishing town of Ballymore

As the evening meal was served, Saoirse's thoughts drifted to the magickal island and all she had learned. She felt a sense of duty, a calling to protect the magick that flowed not only on the island but through every rock and tree of her coastal town.

After supper, she took a walk by the beach with her mother, Niamh, the salty breeze carrying their conversation out to sea. The moon hung low on the horizon, casting a silvery path on the water.

"Ma," Saoirse began, her voice tentative, "I've changed. I travelled to a magickal island ... it's filled with wonders and secrets. I've discovered a part of myself that I never knew existed."

Niamh's eyes held a depth of understanding as she listened to her daughter. "Saoirse, you are a part of this land, just as it is a part of you. The magick of the island flows through you, and you are connected to its mysteries."

The days that followed were a blend of reconnection and reflection for Saoirse. She visited the local market, greeted old friends, and shared in familiar banter. Yet, there were moments, fleeting and subtle, where she couldn't ignore the sense that people were drawn to her.

People found themselves lingering after conversations, finding excuses to talk with her, yet they couldn't explain why. Saoirse's presence seemed to cast a gentle enchantment, an aura that made people want to be in her company.

Remember, dear friend, the island and its magick await your return. You need only believe

Amidst the interactions with the townspeople, Saoirse's thoughts often drifted to Sean. Her feelings for him had deepened during her time on the island, and she wondered how he was faring out on the open sea. She longed for his return, aching for the moments they had shared.

As fate would have it, Sean was indeed in the village when Saoirse returned. To her, it felt as if no time had passed at all since they had last seen each other. They talked, laughed, and walked on the beach, the sense of something deeper growing between them.

Yet, Sean couldn't help but sense that there was something different about Saoirse. He couldn't put his finger on it, and Saoirse found herself grappling with how much she could reveal to him. She hardly understood the extent of her newfound magickal nature herself.

One sunny day, Sean invited her to a secluded cove he had discovered a short distance away. As they stood together, gazing out at the sparkling sea, they had no inkling of the storm that loomed on the horizon.

To be continued...