A Hero's Journey: A Short Story

“Weel, mah story began when I was dancing at our local Highland games. It was the year I turned sixteen. While I was on stage, I noticed a huge young man striding towards the edge of the stage. This stranger was so handsome with his long black hair, and there was something about him that drew my eyes to him.”
“So Seanmhair was he was a guy from the village?
“Nay, I had never seen him before, I would have remembered such a tall handsome man. He watched me as if he knew who I was. At first I was somewhat nervous because his eyes never wavered while he watched me continued my dance.”
“So what happened did you talk to him Seanmhair?”
Her grandmother started to laugh as she continued her story. “After I finished my dance and walked off the stage, he strode over to me big as ye please. He then

He wanted to make a difference to humans and to his father’s Selkie Clan.”
“What happened to my Grandfather? Dad never talks about him other than to say he’d been killed in an accident.”
“Mackenzie had made a trip inland to deliver his fresh-caught fish to the Hotel Lairg’s restaurant. On the ninety-minute trip back home, some young people took a bend in the road and swung wide hitting Mackenzie’s vehicle head on. No one survived the crash.” As Skye told her story her arms wrapped around herself as if to give herself comfort at losing her Selkie husband.
“Seanmhair, you must have been rather young when all this happened? Did you ever think about remarrying?” Aileana asked.
“I was only thirty-three years old back when it happened, and yer father a young balach of twelve. Iain lost his father, but I lost my best friend, my lover and my lifemate. After Mackenzie’s death I worked in one of the restaurants in town making baked goods. I did try dating later on, but no one could take his place in mah