Field of Innocence (The Euphoria Series) by Lainy Lane Page A
Authors: Lainy Lane
Tags: Fantasy
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Somehow his eyes tell her something different. There’s something innocent about them, the opaqueness of them, the tranquility of the color of them, the softness deep within them. The way he can stare straight into you with them. Surely something so beautiful can’t be evil, at least not completely.
“Would you like to know why you feel drawn to this place?” Jarreth asks.
“Who said I felt drawn to it?” Calandra doesn’t mean for it to come out sounding as offensive as it does.
“You think it was simply coincidence that you came here when you needed a place to sort through things?”
“It’s the only place that I knew because this is where I came through, right?” she asks, feeling suddenly unsure of something she had been absolutely positive about just moments ago.
“It is where you came to enter our world,” Jarreth begins, “that, however, is not the reason your body led you here. This, Calandra, is the Field of Innocence.”
“No, the place in my … whatever, was the Field of Innocence,” Calandra corrects him as she remembers him saying the same line in the experience that started this whole ordeal.
“Yes and no,” Jarreth replies simply.
“Your riddles really get old and irritating! Is that like a Faerie thing or just a Jarreth thing?” Calandra scoffs.
“It’s like a make you think and figure things out for yourself thing.” Jarreth nudges her in the shoulder and flashes the most genuine smile Calandra has ever seen.
“Well, I’ve kind of had a long day, so how about you just give me this one?” Calandra hides her blush as best she can.
Jarreth laughs. “You are correct. Where we were in the mortal world is the Field of Innocence as well. They aren’t exactly one in the same although they are connected. The one you are in currently has the full magic of Fae in it. Which is what you were experiencing when I got here.”
Calandra goes back in her head to when she first encountered Jarreth and where she first learned of her faerie heritage. You’re back to the innocence of a child, ridden of all the untruths your people have made up over the years, and free to see what really is. “The innocence of a child,” Calandra mumbles without meaning to say anything.
“Yes, Cal, the innocence of a child. The ability to know the truth, to believe what is real not because of probability or logic, but because you just know,” Jarreth explains.
“So, like faith?” Calandra asks.
“I guess you could say that. However, faith isn’t exactly something that is believed very widely here in Faerie.”
Calandra stares blankly at Jarreth with the question written plain as day on her face.
“We tend to think that hope and faith are things humans invented to feel better about themselves. Kind of a way to make bad situations seem better because they think that something larger—more powerful and more capable—is in control and can make everything better. The way I see it, the only one who can control anything about your life is you. You’re in control of what you become and what you do. The only thing that can make anything any better are your choices and how you decide to handle the situations that you are dealt.”
Calandra takes a deep breath and looks down at the dragonfly on her shoulder with a slight frown.
“What is it?” Jarreth asks.
“I kinda thought this was a symbol of hope,” she says without taking her eyes off of the mark.
“Not hope, Cal, support. That is the mark of destiny, and it is a reminder that you have people behind you to help you achieve it. The field is also a reminder, Calandra, a place you can come and know again what is right and wrong. A place to clear your thoughts and figure things out when nothing out there,” Jarreth points away from the field as he speaks, “makes any sense and you can’t tell what’s up or down anymore. And trust me, if today wasn’t
“Would you like to know why you feel drawn to this place?” Jarreth asks.
“Who said I felt drawn to it?” Calandra doesn’t mean for it to come out sounding as offensive as it does.
“You think it was simply coincidence that you came here when you needed a place to sort through things?”
“It’s the only place that I knew because this is where I came through, right?” she asks, feeling suddenly unsure of something she had been absolutely positive about just moments ago.
“It is where you came to enter our world,” Jarreth begins, “that, however, is not the reason your body led you here. This, Calandra, is the Field of Innocence.”
“No, the place in my … whatever, was the Field of Innocence,” Calandra corrects him as she remembers him saying the same line in the experience that started this whole ordeal.
“Yes and no,” Jarreth replies simply.
“Your riddles really get old and irritating! Is that like a Faerie thing or just a Jarreth thing?” Calandra scoffs.
“It’s like a make you think and figure things out for yourself thing.” Jarreth nudges her in the shoulder and flashes the most genuine smile Calandra has ever seen.
“Well, I’ve kind of had a long day, so how about you just give me this one?” Calandra hides her blush as best she can.
Jarreth laughs. “You are correct. Where we were in the mortal world is the Field of Innocence as well. They aren’t exactly one in the same although they are connected. The one you are in currently has the full magic of Fae in it. Which is what you were experiencing when I got here.”
Calandra goes back in her head to when she first encountered Jarreth and where she first learned of her faerie heritage. You’re back to the innocence of a child, ridden of all the untruths your people have made up over the years, and free to see what really is. “The innocence of a child,” Calandra mumbles without meaning to say anything.
“Yes, Cal, the innocence of a child. The ability to know the truth, to believe what is real not because of probability or logic, but because you just know,” Jarreth explains.
“So, like faith?” Calandra asks.
“I guess you could say that. However, faith isn’t exactly something that is believed very widely here in Faerie.”
Calandra stares blankly at Jarreth with the question written plain as day on her face.
“We tend to think that hope and faith are things humans invented to feel better about themselves. Kind of a way to make bad situations seem better because they think that something larger—more powerful and more capable—is in control and can make everything better. The way I see it, the only one who can control anything about your life is you. You’re in control of what you become and what you do. The only thing that can make anything any better are your choices and how you decide to handle the situations that you are dealt.”
Calandra takes a deep breath and looks down at the dragonfly on her shoulder with a slight frown.
“What is it?” Jarreth asks.
“I kinda thought this was a symbol of hope,” she says without taking her eyes off of the mark.
“Not hope, Cal, support. That is the mark of destiny, and it is a reminder that you have people behind you to help you achieve it. The field is also a reminder, Calandra, a place you can come and know again what is right and wrong. A place to clear your thoughts and figure things out when nothing out there,” Jarreth points away from the field as he speaks, “makes any sense and you can’t tell what’s up or down anymore. And trust me, if today wasn’t
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