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  Moonshyne's Treasure Hunt

  by

  Jewel Adams

  “Oh my goodness!” Shyne rubbed her scrapped knee after falling into a sand dune and brushed off the sand as she righted herself. Her hand went soothingly over her bulging stomach. “At least you are safe my sweet boy.”

  She certainly hoped all this confusion and clumsiness, she existed in since she became pregnant, would disappear once their son is born.

  She never should have come along on the beach outing, but she had an unbearable craving for starfish. It has been so hot in Spellfire that the beach sounded like such a treat.

  Opening the magical beach bag that Lillia conjured up for her trip. Shyne sighed, then smiled down at her belly, it seemed she couldn’t leave the house without bringing everything and anything with her. “It is useless to fight it.”

  She reached into the bag and felt around inside for the Demvir teething ring Malaci’s mother sent them. “Oh dear, it must have fallen out!” Dropping back down, she buried her hands in the sand trying to find the priceless ring. Biting back her alarm, “It will be fine, I’ll just find Electra and she’ll use some spell or something to find it.” taking a deep breath she awkwardly pushed herself upright. “Yes, it will all be fine…” but as she looked around at the dim skyline she couldn’t help groaning. “It can’t be that late.” Her gaze rose to the darkening horizon and she wished the moon would rise, it was the only thing that cleared her thinking.

  Busy trying to find the teething ring Shyne gasped over the force of the wind suddenly striking her. Before she knew what was happening the wind picked her up and tossed her into the whirling tunnel. “So help me Derek, if this is you put me down right this instant!” Her brother-in-law was such a prankster. “Darn it Derek…please be you!”

  The lack of any answer gave Shyne her answer as she watched all the items flying out of the beach bag and scatter wherever the wind blew them. Her scream flew into the whirling wind as she slowly spun down the tunnel and landed on some soft daisies. “Well!” she huffed out between gasping for breaths as she sat there, her legs spread out and her arms bracing her up. She shook her head to clear it of the dizziness, she could feel her twisted wings and tried to straighten them out, but it was useless. “Malaci where are you? Of all the weekends to go to a conference, I need you here…with us.”

  She brush the hair out of her eyes and fought down the lump in her throat, her emotions were already so out of control that crying wouldn’t help, but she did wish he was there. “Your father better not leave us again until you get here, Silas, yes I do like that name, Silas.” The baby’s answering kick made her laugh, “Silas it is.”

  Shyne looked up and watched the whirlwind in the distance. Things were flying out all over the place from her bag and she wondered how she would ever get them all back. When she took stock of her own location she realized that she wasn’t anywhere close to the beach. The wind must have taken her inland, how far or where she couldn’t even guess.

  “Oh dear, my rings! I can’t loose them.” Her fingers were so swollen she couldn’t wear them. She remembered how she cried when Malaci helped her get them off, she was so worried it might curse their marriage or something. Malaci, the love of her life, told her not to worry, rings didn’t effect their love. “He’s so romantic,” she sighed.

  “I’ll find them Silas and your teething ring.” She managed to straighten up and was surprised to see her empty beach bag laying just a few feet from her. “Well it’s a start.”

  Shyne took a quick look about the night sky but failed to find her moon. Her wings itched and hurt from the battering they took, she couldn’t wait for the moonbeams healing rays, she certainly couldn’t fly like this.

  “Oh look, there are your moccasins Silas. As Harpy said all good Texas babies need these.” She brushed them off and stuffed them into the beach bag. “Ouch!” She couldn’t reach her toe, but she managed to see what she stubbed it on. “Poison, yuck, who would leave something like that laying around.” Shyne gave the old can a wide berth.

  The sound of rushing water drew her on. The silver river looked beautiful at night and inviting.

  Thoughts of the beach she didn’t get to enjoy made her decision and Shyne made her way to the bank and sank down, putting her feet in the water. “Ahh, that feels good Silas.”

  She ran her hands over her stomach as she talked to her son. A noise on the other side of the caught her attention, “Wow, I wish you could see this.” Shyne watch the stallion take a deep drink, watching her as he did. After he left she decided she better get moving as well. But before she could leave another noise in the water made her turn to see the large fin slide under the water, “Mermaid,” as the large figure rose out of the water, “oh sorry, merman.” He smiled and waved to her, pointing for her to go in a westerly direction. “Thank you, I do need to get home.”

  She almost wished she had time to take a swim with him, but what she really needed was a luxurious bubble bath.

  One desire left her wanting another, “I sure am hungry.” Visions of sweets made her mouth water and she wondered how long it would be before she found her way back to the beach or someone found her.

  A thick mist began to gather in front of her and Shyne smiled. “Well what do you know. I must be headed in the right direction.” The faery mist was a welcoming sight for Shyne as she stepped through the shroud. To her right she spotted a graveyard and some inhabitants flying about. Something up ahead caught her attention. As she drew closer she smiled and looked around, “Teague? Are you near?” She couldn’t believe the leprechaun would leave his treasure unattended. The temptation to put the chest in her bag increased with each step, but Shyne knew what kind of trouble she could bring upon herself and her loved ones, so she forced herself to keep walking. As she left the gold’s sight she could hear the little devil’s laughter. “I thought so.”

  Her laughter joined his as she made her way through the enchanted gardens now bathed in soft music. To her surprise, she found items that had flown out of her bag. “Oh yes, my necklace.” she opened the locket to see Malaci’s picture and sighed, she missed him so much. “Oh look here my decorations for the party. At least the dragon isn’t busted up.” As she carefully placed the statue in the bag Shyne noticed a bottle under a bush. Getting down as best she could she managed to reach it, “Oh yes! Malaci would be so disappointed if

  I lost this, of course I’d cry.” She could almost feel his large, strong hands moving the oil over her wings… “Yes, well, can’t go there right now, can we Silas.” Her laughter rang out, but she made a promise to herself that Malaci would massage her wings for her tonight. “Guess we better get moving and make it home if that is going to happen.”

  She gazed at the western horizon and felt herself relax at the seeing the moon starting its rise. Her wings twitched with need.

  A soft ‘meow’ drew her thoughts back to her present location. “A kitty. Goodness are you lost as well? If you want to follow me, maybe we will find our way home.” In answer the kitten walked back and forth over what looked like a note book. “Goodness, aren’t you a smart cat, thank you for finding my love notes.” Shyne blushed remembering the last story she was working on in Malaci’s absence. “Maybe I’ll take it out and read it to him.” She thought as she dropped it into the bag, her sexual fantasies were certainly more vivid since she became pregnant.

  Thankfully, the bag didn’t get any heavier with each item she found, it seemed to her that the items were leading her through the woods, she hoped it would take her home.

  Shyne came to a clearing and there hanging from a tree was the costume ball gown she bought to wear for the party next week at the Garnet Moons. It didn’t do much
to hide her pregnancy, but it felt beautiful. She’d looked at these saloon-girl dresses and a genie outfit, but decided on something tamer, besides no one would mistake her identity.

  The moon finally rose above her and she stepped into the shower of healing moonbeams, her wings slowly spread open and began to shine. She felt the warmth returning to her body and opened her palms to the let the sparks light the night at her side.

  She sensed him then, watching her… Without moving her guarded gaze searched out the shadows, there, a movement in the brush. Her nose twitched and she smiled, “Malaci.”

  “Shyne! Finally, I’ve been searching everywhere, ever since I heard you calling for me.”

  She smiled and watched as he shape-shifted back to his handsome self. “I’ve been rather lost.”

  “Are you hurt?” His gaze raced over her, before coming back to her stomach where his hand went in a protective gesture.

  “No, we are fine. It’s been an adventure and I needed to find all the things I lost in the whirlwind.”

  “Whirlwind!?”

  “Yes, well I did think it was Derek…”

  “I’ll kill him…”

  She silenced his anger with a soft kiss. “Shhh, it wasn’t him, just mother nature, no harm done.”

  He pulled her into his embrace, “I’ve been so worried Shyne.” His lips covered hers in relief, quickly turning ravaging as his hands moved lovingly over her back. Malaci broke the kiss under both their protests, “Shall we go home?”

  “I’d love to my husband. Besides, Silas is terribly hungry.”

  His gaze went to her swollen stomach and smiled, “Silas is he?”

  “Oh yes, he is quite insistent about his name being Silas.”

  “Then we won’t disappoint him, it is a good strong name for my son.”

  The End

 

 

  Jewel Adams, Moonshyne's Treasure Hunt

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