When I turned thirteen, I was informed by my sweet, adorable sister Nichole, that I was not her real brother. Such a revelation was not really a surprise. I am tall, thin and of fair complexion. I have been called a tow head all my life because of my hair. My family, on the other hand, can only be described as swarthy. Of course, explaining to my sister that she will be growing a mustache before me, most likely tipped her over the edge.

Sitting in front of the large flat screen in the living room with my brand new Xbox 360 I logged on to Xbox Connect and began to load the latest Knights and Magic. Spending any time with me people are quick to realize that I have a fascination, alright an obsession with any and all things fantasy. My name is Morgan which is cool though I am pretty sure I was named after some old English Rock band my mom liked as opposed to the sorceress that fought Merlin. My sister, on the other hand, thinks I am pretty lame because the rest of the males in the family are more interested in football and NASCAR. I disliked both. The hurtful comment that came out of Nichole’s mouth started because of that new XBOX.

I had just turned thirteen and my father, now living in another state with his new 'young' wife, would lavish us on our birthdays with numerous expensive gifts. Did he feel guilty, I’m sure he did, but I was thirteen years old; what did I care, I had a brand new XBOX. My sister was furious because she was confident that our father spent more money on my birthday than hers which occurred a few months earlier.

As I studied the different Dragon Age character classes on the screen, Nichole stormed into the living room proclaiming that I had to turn off my stupid game so she could watch one of her shows. Of course, that was ridiculous; we owned four other televisions including the one in her bedroom. I quietly laid down my controller turned around and began to tell my sister what she could do with her show. I knew she came in to pick a fight, so I was more than happy to oblige. Round and round we went. My sister is actually pretty smart however I had long years of practice in pushing all of her buttons. Maybe in a weird karmic way, it was my fault that the argument went as far as it did but in the middle of one of her tirades she suddenly stopped and in a fierce whisper proclaimed, "It's not your television anyway, you’re adopted; you're not even my real brother. In fact, if my parents didn't adopt you, they would still be married."

Like that old arcade game, my dad used to tell me about 'Left hook, right hook, put him away.' That took the fight right out of me. I quickly jumped to my feet, gave my sister a dirty look and went searching for my mother. I knew what Nichole said to me was partially true, I was adopted. Since I was now thirteen years old, I thought it would be best to confirm this information with my mom. Looking back it might not have been the brightest time to confront my mother with this issue. If I had stopped and given it some thought, I would have waited as I found her on the phone arguing with my father. Interrupting her phone conversation, I quickly told my mom word for word what Nichole had said.

I am not sure what I was really expecting my mom to say, but it wasn't, "Yes you’re adopted, Morgan, so what, get over it." Without another word she turned around and continued her argument with my adoptive father.

With that second knockout blow, I stumbled backward and put my head between my legs to keep from passing out. After a few moments I looked up to see if my adoptive mother even noticed, she didn’t; too engrossed in her phone conversation. So now a little paler and frankly not feeling very well I stumbled upstairs to find my bed.

Several hours later feeling contrite my adoptive mother came into my room. She tried to explain to me that she loved me like I was her 'real' son. If I could go downstairs, the three of us would go out to eat for my birthday, pick up a few books from Barnes and Noble or even a few more games from Games Stop then come home and have some cake.

Like my adoptive father throwing money at things would, of course, fix everything. I didn't even have enough energy to fake it. Explaining to her that I wasn't feeling very well I turned over to face the wall and hoped she would go away. Did I expect my adoptive mother to comfort me with a soft touch and warm words no she wasn't that type of person? Looking back I wished she possessed a little more maternal warmth, some kinder words might have kept me from falling down the rabbit hole. Well maybe not. I'm not sure how long she stood there before I drifted off to sleep.

Words are weapons; they cut as deep and can leave terrible wounds. And like any injury, if not treated they can fester. After my spectacular birthday, I turned inwards...spending more time in the fantasy worlds of my books than the so-called real world around me.

Did my adoptive parents try and draw me out? Not really, instead I found new games and books thrown in my direction to cheer me up. Soon unopened Xbox games littered the floor. After school, I would come home and lock myself in my room and read. I would, of course, eat dinner and if asked a question I would politely reply. No real feelings, it was all superficial. I no longer felt connected to my adoptive family much less this world.

Only when my grades plummeted did my adopted mother go into action. Once an honors student, I now gave minimal effort. I knew exactly how much I needed to do to pass my classes. It became a game to see if I could figure out how many questions I needed to answer correctly on any particular test to get the desired grade. Really I had no intention of going to summer school or being held back, but I wasn't doing any more work than necessary.

At first, my electronics were taken away. I hadn't played on the Xbox or my DS in months didn't care. Still no change, next I was informed I was grounded and told to stay in my room. Right, how is that punishment? Finally, my adopted mother went into my room and took all of my beloved books and threw them away. Why in the world would you throw away books, yes that one got to me, but please donate them? Of course, this effort failed as well. Libraries are wonderful places, and I passed the old public library every day as I walked home after school. As my adoptive mother didn’t come back until after dark, she was none the wiser.

In the middle of all of this, we moved, then again after I turned fourteen. My adoptive mother's job moved us around a lot. Sure she made more money, but it wasn't a very stable environment. Nichole complained enough about losing her friends that she was offered a chance to be sent to boarding school. I quit making friends, so it was not a significant loss. I did mention about going to boarding school as well, but I was told no, I needed parental supervision.

Now alone with Rebecca, I began to call my adoptive mother by her first name... I decided that I would give in a little. Actually, there wasn't a public library within walking distance, and I was getting bored. With my sanity in jeopardy, I raised all my grades precisely one letter grade, no more no less. Rebecca was very pleased with her parenting skills and removed my restrictions. She left me alone as new responsibilities at work kept her away from home. For months we would pass one another late at night or in the morning, but as long as my grades were satisfactory, she seemed to be content.

At the end of the school year, the two of us moved once again; this time to a sleepy little town fifty miles west of the nearest city. Turning fifteen and now in High School, it was decided that a smaller town would suit me better. No, I wasn't privy to that conversation. Rebecca had a long commute every day most of it by train, but she seemed happy with the arrangements.

One bit of maternal concern did arise late one night as summer break began. Nichole went to stay with my adoptive father over the summer, this wasn't offered to me. Rebecca became concerned I would spend all day in my room. I explained that I found this great park near the public library and would most likely spend my time between those two places. If it was unusually hot, there was always the condominium pool. Happy with my answer she went back to her paperwork.

I did tell Rebecca the truth, for some reason spending all my time in my room was no longer considered quality time. I had to get out, walk around town. On one of my jaunts, I discovered the public library... an ancient looking red brick structure nestled in what was considered a public park. The park seemed to be more of a forest, actually, with a few bikes and running trails all along the perimeter. One of the odd things about the park was the lack of any paths leading directly through the center of the woods. Not dissuaded I entered the forest hoping to appear at the other end near the shopping district. The shortcut would hopefully get me to the bookstore I discovered on one of my previous outings.

The first time I entered the forest, it felt like I was coming home. An unfamiliar warmth filled my chest, a feeling I never really felt from living with my adoptive family. At first, I was confused and a little afraid but I quickly settled down and enjoyed the foliage around me. Visions of black knights, quests, and dragons filled my head as I quickly traversed the broken ground. Surprisingly, I ended up exactly where I needed to be, across from the bookstore. I didn't really want to leave the loving embrace of the forest, but I said I would return and it reluctantly let me go.

Small towns are great, the shopping district held all sorts of family-owned businesses as opposed to the super megastores from my old hometown. Megastores are very impersonal, here if you entered a store they warmly greeted you and it always seemed to me that they were really interested in helping you. The bookstore 'Read Along' lay directly across the street from the park and within minutes I found myself enjoying the smell of newly bound books.

My first encounter with Diana who owned the store was rather strange. The first oddity of many that would keep me off balance in the upcoming weeks. Excited that I found a bookstore, I felt a weird resistance keeping me from walking through the door, but as soon as my foot crossed the threshold an unfamiliar voice squeaked "Why are you here?"

Turning, I discovered a tall, thin raven-haired woman with icy blue eyes dressed in earthy colors standing between a couple of small bookshelves. "I thought I might buy a book. My name is Morgan Rynders." The saleswoman quickly backed up looking like a deer that was about to bolt.

"Morgan, that’s a pretty name. My name is Diana, and I own the store." A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed between us before Diana proclaimed, "I welcome you, Morgan, to 'Read Along,' please feel free to peruse my wares."

Nodding and quite confused I gave a little wave and proceeded to find the fantasy section. My further forays into the bookstore were a little less strange as Diana began to question me on what books I found interesting. She actually giggled when I told her I liked fantasy. Giggled, do adults giggle? I don’t think I ever heard my adoptive mother giggle. Oddly enough as I looked around the bookstore, I would often find Diana nervously watching me.

Oh, let me backtrack a little and explain the whole 'Pretty' thing. Remember that entire swarthy comment, well, for the most part, the males in my adoptive family go through puberty like at age six. I swear some of my cousins started shaving while still infants. I, on the other hand, had not reached that stage even by my fortieth birthday. You know that movie you have to watch in health class where they explain the wonderful changes boys go through during puberty? My body was absent that day. A little alarmed I approached Rebecca with this bit of revelation. She, of course, looked nonplused and explained I would grow out of it.

Grow out of it! I wanted to grow into it. After enough complaining, she finally agreed to bring me to the doctor's office.

The nurses happily took down the information, drew plenty of blood and ran some tests. Less than a week later Rebecca and I sat in the office of Dr. Kate Dunne. Positive that something was wrong with my body, I couldn’t help but fidget in my chair. Dr. Dunne acknowledged our presence with a nod, but she continued to look over my paperwork with what appeared to me real confusion in her eyes. Suddenly as if a door was shut Dr. Dunne shuddered, and her whole body language changed. Leaning back in her chair and with a practiced smile firmly planted on her lips, she happily explained to Rebecca that although it was uncommon, it was nothing that any of us should be concerned about. My adoptive mother thanked the good doctor and literally dragged me out of the office complaining that I had wasted enough of her time.

Since apparently my adoptive mother and the medical profession were of no help I thought of a plan to make myself more masculine. Taking up exercise to bulk up, I began to run, which I actually found out that I enjoyed. Unfortunately, push-ups and the like did absolutely nothing for my muscle wise, but I continued my exercise regimen. On a whim I began to grow out my hair, noticing some cool looking biker guys at the local garage all sported long hair. Of course, this proved disastrous as I was now often confused with being a girl. At my new school, a number of guys actually asked me out. When I explained to them, I was a guy most looked embarrassed, but a number of them seemed pretty angry.

The less tolerant of them started a campaign to make my life hell. Obviously, if I looked like a girl but was a guy by definition my sexual orientation came into question. Peabrained individuals felt threatened by my mere presence. Frankly, if I was into guys which I am not, how in the hell is it their problem. Stupid seems to be a disease in most schools. Almost all of the abuse was verbal which really sucked as the year went by. At least I managed to avoid any real physical confrontation by quietly slipping away from school. Rebecca, of course, said I should try and get along with others. At no time did I think about cutting my hair.

Screw them... I liked how it looked. Now in a new town, those issues might begin anew, but I figured I would cross that bridge later.

After waving to the ever-skittish Diana, I made my way towards the back of the store. If it wasn't for Diana’s nerves, I could have happily spent hours inside the store. Look, I am 90lbs dripping wet, how in anyone's mind could I appear to be a threat is way beyond me. With my head in the clouds, I stumbled upon a girl leaning over some books in the fantasy section. Thankfully being pretty nimble all that happened was a small stack book tipped on to the floor.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there. My head was in the clouds." I knelt down and began to collect the books. As I busied myself, I took a good look at the girl I almost tripped over. Immediately I decided she was adorable in that green flowery sundress.

"Oh, that's OK." The girl stood up and brushed her reddish blond hair from her face then gave me a cheerful smile. As I passed the books back to her our fingers touched and I thought she said, "Wow, you're beautiful." but instead she said, "You're new aren't you?"

I nodded and reached over her head grabbing the latest 'Patrick Rothfus' novel. "My name is Morgan Rynders."

"Morgan, a cool name like in the King Arthur story." She gave me another cheerful smile and thrust out her hand while balancing her own small stack of books with her other hand, "My name is Abigail Morris."

Taking her hand in mine, I thought I could hear her say, "I hope we can be friends."

Our little introduction was interrupted by Diana who suddenly appeared. "Is everything OK?"

Abigail nodded letting her hand drop. "I introduced myself to Morgan."

Diana bit her lip then gave a half smile. "That's nice, dear. Morgan let me check out that book for you at the register." I gathered that was not a suggestion and quickly found Diana ringing up my book. "Abigail, sweetie, can you wait a moment. I need to speak to you."

Realizing that was my cue I turned to leave.

"Morgan!" Abigail ran up to me and grabbed my hand. "Can I see you again?"

I could feel her distress. "Of course, Abigail, it would be nice to make some friends."

That little statement seemed to absolutely make her day, and she jumped up to give me a big hug. Well, that was a really nice surprise, besides Abigail being soft in all of the right places, she smelled like flowers. Stepping back as if it was perfectly normal, Abigail began to reach into her purse. "Let me get your number."

I could almost feel Diana’s eyes bore into me. "Abigail, how about we meet for lunch tomorrow? You know that large oak tree that stands near the library."

I swear Diana groaned when I mentioned that tree.

Abigail laughed, "Of course; it’s a landmark, hard to miss."

"Great, let’s say noon. You can pretty much find me most of the day sitting under the tree reading a book."

With the time set, I got one more hug for good measure and soon found myself meandering around the forest singing, "I have a date with a cute girl…I have a date with a cute girl."

OK, maybe it wasn’t a date, but, Abigail was pretty cute.

Walter Marvin tossed another empty beer can across the kitchen. On top of his game for many years his life started to spin out of control when his wife found him in bed with another woman. Not his fault she came home early from a business trip. In no time at all, she cleared out her things, half of their bank account and left without a word. Opening another beer, Walter emptied it in seconds. Now prison might be in his future as well.

As the manager of the local BMW dealership, he didn't sell many cars so was surprised when one of the most beautiful women he ever seen asked for him personally. She apparently knew what she wanted, money was no object, and it took no time at all to place her behind the wheel of a brand new black BMW seven series.

The next day Walter decided to thank her personally for the sale when it was discovered that all of the paperwork and the down payment were missing. The finance department also had no records of any account opened or even that he had run a credit check. What Walter couldn't understand is why no one in the dealership remembered the woman however they remembered him driving away with the car.

Finishing another beer, Walter wondered if he could find his grandfather's old service revolver. Suicidal plans were interrupted by a gentle knock on the front door. Expecting the Sherriff to his surprise, Walter found a beautiful woman dressed in a long green gown standing right outside.

Walter leaned on the door frame maybe his luck had changed after all. Suddenly he realized that the pale white-haired goddess playfully fingering a set of keys was the woman who drove away with the BMW.

"Oh my God, I thought you were a hallucination."

"Walter baby I am so much more than a hallucination and maybe if you play your cards right so much more."

"What do you mean?" Walter couldn’t keep his eyes off her body, it was hypnotizing.

"If you let me in we can discuss your future." She gave him a seductive pout. "Walter, be a gracious host and invite me into your home."

For a brief moment, some sort of primal fear screamed to shut the door, but lust overrode his actions. "I welcome you into my home, please enter."

Clapping with delight the white-haired beauty quickly reached Walter's side and linked his arms with hers. "Is it OK if a friend of mine comes by, he is also going to help you."

Walter nodded, "Of course he is welcome into my home as well."

"You're such a dear Walter. Let's go into your living room maybe we can find some music. I would love to dance with you." She ran a black fingernail across his cheek. Walter could not help but moan.

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Stepping into the shower after a long night I seriously mulled over the word schizophrenia. I couldn't remember where I read about its symptoms which including audio hallucinations and that it more often occurs in young men under the age of nineteen.

Trust me, if you had just spent most the night listening to what sounded like the music from Bilbo's birthday party from the Hobbit bringing up the word schizophrenia shouldn't really be too much of a stretch. At least the music wasn't too bad however as the night wore on I decided I hated Peter Jackson.

Luckily the thought of seeing Abigail pulled me out of my funk. For our date that I wasn't sure was really a date I picked out a nice pair of jeans and a dark green shirt. With the latest 'Dresden File' novel in hand, I sat with my back to 'Father Oak' and waited for Abigail to arrive.

'Father Oak' was the nickname for the old tree that lorded over the town's commons like a silent guardian to the entrance of the park. It was a Quercus alba or 'White Oak' and was said to be at least four hundred years old, older than the town itself. Its presence filled me with a serene calm, thoughts of my crazy night faded as I immersed myself into another tale of Harry Dresden. I was halfway through the book when a gentle nudge made me look up. Abigail stood before me dressed in a pink T-shirt and black shorts. I also couldn't help but notice she filled out that pink T-shirt quite nicely.

Nervously fingering a green picnic basket Abigail gave me one of her cheerful smiles. "Hi Morgan, my Aunt wasn't sure if you would be comfortable going to a restaurant."

"No, I like restaurants well enough, but picnics are so much better especially since it's such a nice day outside."

Abigail gave a small squeal, and after a quick hug, she began to set up our picnic. From inside the basket, she produced a large blue checkered cloth, plastic silverware, drinks and a copious amount of food.

"Aunt Eshne wasn't sure if you eat meat." She gave me a nervous frown as she set out wrapped sandwiches.

"Oh, your Aunt isn't Diana from the bookstore or is she your mom?"

"Diana, oh…no she is in the same…" Abigail paused for a moment looking back towards the library. "…club as my Aunt."

I didn't understand how her Aunt discovered I stopped eating red meat a month or so before but decided to leave well enough alone. "Oh well it's true, I am not really into red meat, but that Tuna Fish sandwich looks nice."

Abigail shyly found a comfortable spot next to me and placed a Tuna fish sandwich into my hands. It took no time for us to start chatting about school, favorite movies and books. My new friend gave me an understanding smile when I explained my home life issues, and in turn, I found that she never knew her father.

Her mother was almost a stranger spending months away on business, so her Aunt was more or less like a second mother. By the end of lunch, we were both laughing hysterically tears running down our faces as we told each other stupid things we have seen at school.

Abigail took a deep breath and rested her head on my shoulder. "I like you, Morgan."

Reaching up to wipe the tears from my face I nodded. "I like you too Abigail."

"Good." Abigail began to collect the remains of our picnic.

"You have to go?"

Abigail nodded, "I have to work at my Aunt's store this afternoon." She gave me a hopeful look. "Can I have your cell phone number?"

After exchanging cell phone numbers, I walked Abigail back up to the Library parking lot. For some reason, I wasn't at all surprised to find her Aunt already waiting. What I was surprised was that her Aunt sat behind the wheel of a cherry red '66 Mustang Convertible.

"That’s my Aunt."

"The car?" Abigail punched me in the arm playfully. "Oh you mean the driver, yes so I gathered." I could see that the two were related to her Aunt's appearance reminded me of an older version of Abigail.

I gave Abigail’s Aunt a friendly wave. The look she returned wasn’t hostile, but it wasn't entirely pleasant. Perhaps she wasn’t happy with her niece going out on a date. Before I had the chance to introduce myself, Abigail gave me a one arm hug and quickly climbed into the passenger's seat.

"I'll call you tonight Morgan."

I didn’t even get a chance to reply as the pair drove away.

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I will say that a couple of nights of peaceful sleep does wonders in putting one’s mind at ease. Thankfully the midnight revelers found another location to party. I had a feeling they would return, but at least for now I could concentrate on the day ahead. Yes, these last few weeks have been strange. Trust me. I wasn’t totally out of it. However left with no rational explanation, I decided to go with the flow.

What else could I do? What was I supposed to do tell Rebecca that I think the forest is trying to speak to me? Late at night, my room could be mistaken for an Irish Pub? She would insist they lock me up and throw away the key. Between the forest, my nightly musical accompaniment and these other senses I seem to have acquired this now all falls on my Weird-O-Meter scale of 1 to 10 as a solid thirteen. What was starting to really scare me is that none of it felt out of place. This above all other reasons is why my Weird-O-Meter was set so high.

As I stood in the kitchen cutting up some vegetables for dinner, I decided that with all the weirdness going on I was actually having a pretty good time. For the last few years, I had spent so much time trying to hide from reality I forgot that on occasion reality could be fun.

Strangely enough, I found that talking on the phone was actually enjoyable. I could never understand why Nicole spent hours on the phone with her friends. The only reason why I owned a cell phone was to call Rebecca in case of an emergency. Since my picnic with Abigail, I spent half the night with her using up my minutes discussing what we did during the day. It was nothing earth-shattering, no great revelations just plain old human interaction that I found I was missing. Being busy at her Aunt's store limited our time together, but I was able to set up another picnic 'date' over the weekend, but this time I would do the cooking.

Sadly, my relationship with Rebecca had not changed. She barely acknowledged my presence other than to explain she already ate with some of her coworkers and quickly retreated into her bedroom. She wasn't a bad person just her parental skills left a lot to be desired. It was so much easier to hide in books then to face reality, but I knew that if I wanted to have some sort of real relationship with my adoptive mother I would need to take the first step. Mulling over the problem I spent the evening channel surfing.

I awoke with a start still on the couch, the television playing a rerun of 'I Love Lucy.' A feeling of apprehension and dark foreboding settled over me. I don’t know why I threw on a light jacket and grabbed my tennis shoes. Something or someone was in terrible danger, and I needed to stop whatever was going to happen. Trust me, the thought of me actually being able to help anyone was laughable, but I knew I had to try. Faster than I thought possible, I found myself out the front door and past 'Father Oak' into the forest beyond.

Running through the woods can be quite thrilling. Running through them at night is harebrained. Luckily the light of the moon kept me from plowing into a tree as I came to an unfamiliar part of the forest.

I could feel the unwelcomed visitor ahead, I knew that its presence whatever it was would change my life. At that moment I still had the choice to return home and hide in my books. Coming to a stop, that realization gave me pause. I had that option, but Abigail's cheerful smile filled my thoughts. I could not disappoint Abigail, and for the first time in my life, I realized I no longer wanted to disappoint myself.

Stopping at the edge of the forest I didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't an empty parking lot. I realized I was on the north end of the forest where bikers and runners would park their cars. The sound of music on the wind suddenly caught my attention. Skirting the edge of the woods, I swiftly approached the party goers.

Sitting under one of the few street lights stood a parked BMW. The song 'Bullet In The Head' by 'Rage Against the Machine' filled the air as three people stood outside dancing to the tune. Two of the dancers were obviously young men, maybe college students. The third, however, was definitely a woman dressed in a very revealing green dress. Her long white hair seemed to move on its own in tune with the music.

Not knowing what to expect I was shocked when one of the men collapsed as if exhausted. Sprinting across the parking lot, I knew their lives were in danger. The girl or whatever it was stopped dancing when the second man collapsed. Raising her right hand, her nails grew into claws, and before I could say anything, she plunged them into one of the prone dancers.

With not even a weapon in my hand, I slowed down. Perhaps I could lead her off towards the woods. Gathering my courage I commanded. "Leave those men alone."

The woman in green looked up startled, evidently unaware of my presence. Like a cat, she moved from her prey and began to approach her hips moving seductively. "Flee little girl least I feed upon you as well."

"I'm no little girl, and you will not feed on anyone else this night."

"Even better, come dance with me." Her body began to gyrate in tune with the music pouring out of the black BMW.

Whatever power her dance had it did not touch me. "I suggest you leave this place." It was all a bluff, this woman terrified me, but one of those guys lay bleeding to death.

When I finally came into the light, the woman in green stopped dancing and jumped back. Something changed in those few seconds, her appearance became alien protruding from her hands were sharp black claws, her long beautiful legs replaced by animal legs. The creature crouched and hissed.

It actually hissed at me and in a flash jumped away and with a skill that would put an Olympic athlete to shame vaulted over the car. It gave me one last angry look then slipped into the driver's seat and drove away. Still, in shock of the sudden change of events, I removed my jacket and called 911.

Several hours later I found myself standing in front of our condominium with a Deputy Sherriff and somewhat irate Rebecca. The only thing that kept her from losing it was the Deputy explaining how I saved those two boys lives. I was a courageous young man, yes I had to convince the Sherriff that I was a boy but that wasn't important. The two were college students from the local community college.

My description of the attacker would be of great help as I discovered that there were three other men attacked in the area. The police now had an APB on the women but I, of course, neglected to mention the part about the animal legs and razor sharp claws.

Rebecca said I wasn't grounded, pleased that what I did would look good on the family. Of course, I was now given a curfew, in the house by sunset. I had no problems with a curfew with knowing what hunted in the woods at night, at least one woman in a green dress, sharp claws, and animal legs. Taking off my clothes, I slipped into bed and decided to revise my Weird-O-Meter. It was now set to a solid sixteen.

If I gave it a name, it would be given power. Such thoughts, of course, were now useless. The horror of last night was like a bucket of cold reality. With my old paradigms uncomfortably squashed I headed downstairs to make myself some breakfast.

As I finished making a vegetable omelet, I was not in the least bit surprised when a female voice asked to borrow some sugar. Standing on the other side of the sink a woman in a simple yellow dress gave a curtsy then waited patiently for my reply. Pink hair in this day and age isn't an issue but the fact that she stood only about a foot tall was a dead giveaway she possibly wasn't human.

I have always known that theoretically that Fae or whatever you want to call them could be living under our very noses without anyone the wiser. My collection of books contained enough hints of what was occurring outside my bedroom door that both fascinated me and scared me silly. Did I actually expect that theory to become my reality?

I being a gracious host explained she could, of course, have whatever she likes as long as she cleaned up afterward. I mean how much could a person twelve inches tall eat? With a slight wave, I went into the living room to play on my XBOX. Returning an hour or so later with my dirty dishes I found the kitchen absolutely spotless.

Deciding that it would be best if I should get some fresh air I headed upstairs to change. Now little pixies cleaning our kitchen was a surprise this little tidbit, however, was going to give me nightmares. All of a sudden I found myself going through my sister's clothes. In fact, I had already picked out a couple of cute blouses to try on before I stopped myself. What in the world was happening to me?

Spending the rest of the morning under 'Father Oak' helped me find my center. The rest of the day no longer seemed so intimidating enough so that I decided I was pretty hungry.

Walking about the shopping district, you can find a couple of expensive restaurants, an ice cream shop, a pizza parlor and one of those chain sandwich shops. My destination, however, could only be described as an old world bistro. The 'Nordic' owned by the Elofssons family has been in business for well over fifty years. Scandinavian dishes, as well as typical American fare, grace their menu. They're also known for having the best garden-burger in town.

Sten Elofsson now in his eighties still worked the kitchen, but it was Gerdy who ran the front. She was some sort of cousin to the Elofsson said to have come to the United States to find a husband. Gerdy was very attractive and a really nice person so I doubted she would be single for very long. Since my first visit, Gerdy would personally greet me at the door. I had only eaten at the 'Nordic' a few times but already felt like I was one of the regulars.

Today was no different. Sitting on the patio overlooking the forest in no time at all I was presented with an order of fish balls, potato casserole and a mixture of fresh vegetables. As Gerdy set down a plate of something, I had not seen before I was hit on the side of the head by what can only be described as a big fluffy tail. Looking down I spied a large tail slip quickly beneath Gerdy's long skirt.

She looked mortified. Before Gerdy could apologize, I gave her a smile and explained that no harm was done. With an unhappy sniff, she nodded. Her mood quickly changed as she explained that the new dish was a type of vegetarian Pyttipanna, using Tofu instead of pork. I took a small bite, it was of course delicious.

"Gerdy, could you be a dear and get me a cup of tea."

I leaned over that voice was familiar and found Diana standing a few feet away. Gerdy gave me a worried look. She motioned to another waitress who quickly headed into the kitchen. Gerdy was obviously not leaving me alone with Diana.

"Hi Diana, how are you today." I greeted her while putting down my fork. For some reason, I knew this was not a social visit.

Without answering she took a seat directly across from me. Oddly enough she seemed all business like not quite the Diana I knew. A few uncomfortable moments passed before I reached down picked up my fork and began to work on my Pyttipanna. If she wasn't going to talk I was at least going to finish my lunch.

The arrival of the tea seemed to break the spell. Diana slowly took a sip and without looking up asked for a little privacy.

"It's OK Gerdy, tell Sten that the Pyttipanna was great and I think it would be an excellent addition to your menu."

Diana took another sip of tea while watching the fox tail girl head back into the restaurant. I finally understood that Diana was covering up her nervousness with the tea. Frankly, I was a little tired of it.

"Is your store closed today?"

Diana shook her head. "One of my sisters is currently watching the store." She paused for a moment but before I could say anything continued. "You are quite the enigma, Morgan. You came into my store without asking permission then acted like it was perfectly normal."

"Buying books is a pretty normal thing to do in a bookstore Diana."

She nodded as if that simple explanation was much more than it seemed. "And last night we were given your description as the person who stopped the attacks on those young men. I did not think that you would personally get involved with something like that."

I sat there for a moment in shock. I understood that this was a small town but how did my nightly adventure suddenly become town gossip.

"It was the right thing to do Diana. I was just fortunate enough to be there." No way was I going to explain how the forest called out to me.

"It was the right thing to do." She nodded looking very pleased. "I will say, Morgan, we were all a little concerned about your relationship with Abigail, but your actions have shown your true worth."

"Abigail is my friend."

For the first time since I have known Diana, she gave me an honest smile. "She likes you too Morgan. Now I will let you finish your lunch. Oh before I go, I wanted to tell you that is a cute blouse you are wearing. It matches your eyes perfectly."

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The body that was once Walter Marvin sat quietly in a dark room. It gave no reaction when a white-haired woman collapsed on the couch in front of him. Crawling into a fetal position, she stared into the darkness.

"Long night eh lass?" The body that was once Water Marvin spoke. Although the mouth opened and closed no air was forced from its lungs.

The woman in green shot upwards almost falling off the couch. "Eághan, you're here?"

"Now where would do think I will be?" The voice gave an inhuman chuckle then spoke in an entirely unfriendly way. "Sile you have something you want to tell me?"

Biting her lip, the dark fae looked towards the front door, then nodded. Running away was clearly not an option. "I ran into a small problem last night."

The body that was once Walter Marvin moved inhumanly fast, standing up it plunged its right fist downwards smashing the glass coffee table. Sile pulled her legs towards her chest, her eyes wide opened in terror.

Slowly the body returned to the chair. "A small problem indeed, what I heard Sile is that you went hunting again last night. I permitted you the use of that car so you can drive into the city, but you choose to remain here. Was this on purpose little one, do you choose to defy me? Are you still upset I took you away from that cushy little lifestyle you set up?"

Sile shook her head, "Forgive me, I was overcome with hunger."

"I assume you disposed of the car?"

The white hair girl nodded. "I'm not an idiot. I drove it into a river."

"That remains to be seen, well no matter. I do forgive you. It appears your little misadventure produced some unexpected results. The very creature I have spent considerable time and resources looking for has surfaced."

"I should have grabbed her."

Eá²ghan, once Walter Marvin waved his hand. "Even in her current state, she would have eviscerated you."

Sile looked surprised then shrugged. "So what now, the two of us don't exactly make a Host Eághan."

"Sile your view on life has always been short sited, one meal to the next. I, on the other hand, play the long game. Now let's talk about punishment."

Sile looked confused. "What punishment? I thought you said you forgave me. Anyway, even in that Draug, you possess what are you going to do all the way from the Orkneys."

"Yes, well lass you of all people would know my limitations, at least for now. Your old friend Dunter on the other hand…"

From a dark hallway strode forth a creature with glowing red eyes. Dressed in urban BDUs (Battle Dress Uniform) it leaned an ancient looking pike against the wall. Straightening a blood red cap on his head, the creature gave an evil smile revealing shark-like teeth.

"Dunter let us have nothing permanent shall we, just enough to show our other new arrivals the consequences of my subordinates having a 'small problem.'"

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Sitting in the center of the forest I attempted to get my bearings. No, I wasn't lost. Diana’s visit gained me two things, one was a free lunch.

Gerdy took it personally that my meal was interrupted. I also realized that it didn't bother me that she had a tail. Gerdy was my friend as simple as that. Secondly, some kind of spell or enchantment has been placed on me. What disturbed me the most was walking around town dressed as a girl didn't bother me as much as I thought. The only consolation was that my sister was not very tall and most of her clothes wouldn't fit me anyway.

Not wanting to explain to Rebecca why I was wearing one of Nichole's shirts I headed for home. Walking through the forest, I finally began to relax. It really was a peaceful place. That quickly changed. Upon exiting the woods, a crying woman rushed into my arms. In between tears, she explained that her daughter was missing. Taking the woman by the hand, I escorted her to 'Father Oak.'

As the distraught mom called 911, I reentered the forest.

The woods as peaceful as it appears was no place for a small child much less an unawares adult. Mandy who had just returned from a birthday party had an argument with her mother and in a huff ran off the walking trail.

Although I haven’t has an issue, from what had been explained to me by town’s natives those left the trails would quickly exit close to where they entered. It was an unspoken rule that the park was treated with the utmost respect. Unfortunately, on a rare occasion, someone would disappear.

The reality of the situation bore down upon me. Children did not always fare well in the hands of the fey. The thought of Mandy actually being harmed woke up something in me and suddenly I felt a young girl’s presence. Someone who didn’t belong.

Mandy seemed very close but also very far away. Moving forward the forest began to change. I was still in the same woods, but then again I was not.

A child's laugh caught my attention. Inside a small glade, a young girl in a black and pink party dress skipped and danced around a tree. Moving closer, I could see that the tree was actually a creature covered in green foliage. A picture of Treebeard entered my mind, but I realized the being looked more like a tall green man.

The child stopped dancing as soon as I entered the glade. Suddenly looking very serious for someone eight years old she curtsied. Rising with a giggle, she ran forward.

"I'm Mandy."

I laughed in relief. "Yes, I know."

Looking very sad she explained. "I’m sorry, I got mad at mommy. I didn't mean to run away. She must hate me."

I knelt down and took her by the hand. "No that's not true she is just very worried."

Now face to face Mandy's eyes opened wide in wonder. "You're a very pretty lady."

I smiled. This was obviously not the time to discuss gender identity issues with an eight-year-old. Looking up I thanked the Green Man. With a friendly wave, Mandy and I left the glade.

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Deputy Sheriff Dan Summers took off his hat and wiped his head. Police work was challenging enough without the thought of having to explain to a parent that their child was not going to return home.

Behind him sat Cindy, the forces only female Deputy, and a Mrs. Laura Holms, the mother of the missing child. It was bad enough that her child was missing, how she talked another child into running into the woods to search for her missing daughter he didn't understand. The Deputy was not looking forward to explaining to another set of parents that their daughter would never return.

Both officers felt powerless. There was nothing they could do. Everyone in town knew the dangers of the park. Everyone kept to the paths. It was an unwritten rule. If you entered the forest and got lost no one would come to look for you.

What Deputy Summers always thought interesting was visitors to the town did not remember anything about the forest as soon as they left. Even natives who lived here all their lives would forget as soon as they moved away. It seemed the park took care of itself.

Looking towards Cindy, the two officers nodded. They would remain for a little while longer then reluctantly send Mrs. Holms home. Unhappy that he didn't have the other child's name the Deputy would have to wait until another set of parents filed a missing person report. Perhaps he could talk to them. Deputy Summers felt uneasy in their presence, but they had been helpful on a number of occasions.

Uncomfortable thoughts were soon pushed aside when two figures walked out of the forest. Holding hands the youngest of the pair appeared to be talking up a storm. The second figure obviously a young woman smiled and nodded. Relief poured over both officers as Mrs. Holms ran into her daughter's arms. The pair cried for a moment before Mrs. Holms grabbed the other girl and pulled her into an embrace.

"Morgan?"

The young woman looked surprised then detached herself from the mother and daughter reunion.

"Deputy Sheriff Summers, good to see you again."

For some reason last night this beautiful young girl insisted that she was a boy. He didn't really understand why but Deputy Summers wasn't that much of a curmudgeon to upset the joyful reunion.

"You seemed to be in the right place…again."

Morgan looked embarrassed before she could answer Mrs. Holms embraced her once more thanking the young woman profusely for her daughter's return. The Deputy thought that the young woman handled the situation very well.

Cindy took down their stories and with another tearful embrace mother and daughter headed towards the Library parking lot. Morgan watched the pair for a moment and then she too headed home.
"So what do you think?"

Cindy looked down at her pad, folded it up and slid it into her pocket."“Morgan left a few things out."

"I thought so as well. Still, we should be thankful."

"Dan, I know this sounds a little odd but do you think we should ask her for help if we have another missing person."

Deputy Sheriff Dan Summers frowned as much as he disliked talking to them he needed more information on this young woman.

Chapter 4
Roving through the dead of night a detailed van with heavily tinted windows passed in front of Walter Marvin’s home. With ‘Toxoplasma’ Allesfresser pouring out of the side door a gaunt young man in a grey hoody leaped out. Sliding a pair of sunglasses onto his face, he slipped quietly into the house.

Speaking with a slight Bavarian accent, the youth stepped into Walter Marvin’s kitchen. “Christ Jabol, turn off them fooken lights.”

With the hoody flipped back, the light revealed a grey stone skin youth with black runic tattoos adorning his face. Looking closer his image might be that of a very ugly unkempt youth sporting a blue Mohawk, but ancient eyes peered out from behind of those sunglasses.

“Manfred you are hardly going to turn to stone from Halogens.” A tall thin impossibly beautiful impeccably dressed Filipino man didn’t even look up as he carefully placed raw meat into a rich looking marinade. “You would think with all of his power Eá²ghan could afford something more luxurious than this hovel.”

“Yea, well you tell him that. I’m sure he would be very sympatric.”

Jabol gave the grey skin youth a dashing smile. “Oh no my friend, today I will not even grace him with my presence. He is shall we say very put out at the moment.”

“Did Sile do something stupid again?” Manfred had noticed the white hair girl curled up in a fetal position on one of the living room couches.

“No, she has been quite docile. It’s the other lovely young lady that has been giving him a fit. I do not know the reason, nor do I wish to inquire.”

“Good for her serves the old prig right.” Reaching for a piece of raw meat Manfred stuffed it into his mouth. “What’s this?”

“It’s kid.”

The grey man looked suddenly excited.

Jabol shook his head in disgust. “It’s goat.”

Manfred made a face. “Rather eat the real thing.”

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As expected my invisible musical friends returned a few days later. Old Celtic music filled my room, and I think they even snuck in a Clannad and Mary Fahl song in there as well. As it grew late, I asked them kindly if they could keep it down as I needed to get to sleep. Surprisingly an Irish Lullaby began to play. I smiled and slipped into bed. In no time at all I was asleep.

I wish I could say that nothing else occurred in those few days before my picnic with Abigail but I would be lying. After the visitation from my sugar elf, I didn’t have to worry about cleaning the house. Rebecca, of course, was pleased. She said I would make a good wife. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I left it alone. I hope the bowl of milk I have been leaving out each night was appreciated.

Of course, I continued to be plagued with finding myself raiding my sister’s wardrobe. Waking one morning wearing one of my sister’s nightshirts was disturbing. It kind of felt nice which was equally distressing. Mirrors are also something I am beginning to avoid.

There is an ancient belief that mirrors reflect a portion of one spirit. Remember how in the old movies the native guide never wants his picture taken least his spirit be captured. Standing directly in front my mirror I see my usual reflection. However, I see something else out the corner of my eye. Frankly, I think it is time to recalibrate the old Weird-O-Meter.

Now the ultimate question is why someone would bother to cast an enchantment on someone like myself. Most members of the Fairy realm would do it for a good laugh but why me. I needed to research the problem. Of course, finding good books on real magic in this day and age was going to be a bit problematic. It’s not like I could enter ‘Read Along’ and ask Diana for a magical tome.

The Library seemed to be my best option. Well, I did take a look on the internet plenty of information most of it bad. Mrs. Jacobson, the town’s librarian, didn’t even blink an eye when I asked her about books on magic.

She was your typical librarian, conservatively dressed in dark blue with her greying hair formed into a tight bun. I would often find myself doing odd jobs around the library which she would always reward with hot chocolate and homemade confections.

Mrs. Jacobson also knew the library like the back of her hand, and it took no time for her to place a small stack of books on magic in front of me. Unfortunately, all but two were of little interest. The two were a good start.

The first was called “Magicus Artificium” a reproduction of the original written by Ortho Septimus a first century BCE Roman scholar. It covered mostly magical theory but looked to be an interesting read. The second book “Medicamentum” was also written by Otho Septimus. It contained information on magical herbs and potion making.

After reading through the “Magicus Artificium” for most of the morning, I checked both books out and went home for lunch. As I set them down on the kitchen table, a chill went right down my spine. I realized that the books I had been reading all morning were written in ancient Latin.

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Deputy Sheriff Dan Summers contemplated hitting his head on his patrol car’s steering wheel out of frustration. Growing up in Ravencrest and graduating from the University he thought when he finally headed out on his own he would live a normal life. When a letter came offering a job as a Deputy Sherriff in the town of Skogshaven he jumped at the chance.

His new boss Sheriff Jakob Dahl immediately assigned him as the special investigator for all ‘unusual’ cases. Moments later his cousin Diana strolled through the door. The whole job offer was, of course, a setup. Now Diana sat in his patrol car. At least she could have the decency not to eat his lunch.

“Dan I’m not telling you not to do your job. I’m telling you not to harass Morgan.”

He reached over and grabbed his milkshake out of her hand. When Diana used to visit over the summer holidays, she would always eat food off his plate. She said it tasted better.

“I’m not harassing her. She has been involved with a few things recently.”

Diana reached over and grabbed a handful of french fries. “She stopped those attacks earlier in the week.”

“Yes, and she rescued a child from the park a couple of days ago.”

Diana smiled and popped a french fry in her mouth. Seeing her smile, Dan started to bang his head on the steering wheel.

“Do you know how infuriating all of you are?”

She reached over and encompassed the Deputy in a hug. Kissing him on the head, she whispered. “Do you really want to know?”

Deputy Summers leaned back and handed her his milkshake. “Diana I’m just trying to do my job. It’s bad enough that I have to answer to the Coven as well as my boss.”

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Part of my evening was spent preparing for the next day’s picnic. I had already discussed with Abigail the menu for tomorrow’s lunch. She kept insisting that PBJ would be fine, but I was having none of that.

Our lunch would start with crescent roll sandwiches filled with a number of different items including crá¨me cheese and vegetables, homemade pimento cheese, tuna fish made with chopped scallions and Niçoise olives plus one standard peanut butter and jelly sandwich on white bread. With my homemade cheese crisps and several bottles of water added to the basket, I top it all off with a container filled with my secret dessert.

Hours later sitting under ‘Father Oak’ I watched with amusement as Abigail gobbled down a second of my ‘Death by Chocolate’ brownies. I could not help but enjoy her almost orgasmic reaction to my cooking.

We had decimated the entire contents of the picnic basket leaving no survivors. The only thing that attempted to escape was the PBJ, but even that ended up in the hands of a very grateful mother and a starving six your old child.

“Oh my god Morgan, these brownies are sinful. Where did you learn how to cook?”

“Well you know Rebecca doesn’t come home until late and pizza every night is a bit monotonous, so I really didn’t really have much choice. What’s interesting is that I found it’s something I like to do.”

Leaning against one another we sat in silence enjoying the warmth of the day and each other’s company. I thought for a moment that Abigail had fallen asleep when she pointed to a couple of books that sat on top of my picnic basket.

One book covered the latest advances in Dendrology. The second was a reproduction of a medieval Latin text on Herbology. Abigail brushed her hands on the blanket and picked up the second book.

“I think my Aunt owns this one.” Opening the book Abigail made a face she was apparently not a Latin scholar.

Before she could ask how I can read Latin, I gently closed the book and smiled. “Want to go for a walk?”
With a grin, Abigail popped the remains of another brownie into her mouth. “What about the books and the picnic basket.”

“I’ll see if Mrs. Jacobson will keep an eye on them.”

With a warning to be careful, Abigail and I set out towards the park. When she realized our destination was not one of the walking trails, she stopped.

“Morgan I can’t go in there.”

“Of course you can.”

Abigail shook her head taking a few steps back. “It’s not permitted.”

“Why you’re even wearing the proper shoes.”

“Morgan!”

I sighed and enclosed my hand in hers. Looking straight into her pretty blue eyes I whispered, “I give you permission Abigail. No harm will befall you as long as you are in my presence.” I do not know to understand why I was able to give her permission but I knew it to be true. With that assurance, we entered the forest holding hands.

I could feel her nervousness slowly be replaced with wonder. “It’s beautiful Morgan.”

“You haven’t been in a forest before Abigail?”

“Morgan of course I have, but this place is special.”

I couldn’t agree more.

As we walked Abigail gave me a running commentary on some of the plant life we passed. I smiled. I knew there was a reason why I liked her. While moving through the forest, she slowly slipped her arm around my waist.

Her gentle touch seemed to exorcise all of the troubled thoughts that have been plaguing me these last few weeks. Coming across a clearing, we took a break. Even with her ‘proper shoes’ the uneven ground was beginning to hurt Abigail’s feet.

“What’s this symbol mean Morgan?” Abigail pointed to an old stump. Carved on the stump was a runic symbol of three crosses in the shape of a triangle.

“It’s for protection child.” An old woman with a gentle face entered the clearing. Dressed in greens and reds her clothes were like many of the older residents of Skogshaven whose relatives came over from Scandinavia. For some time I had felt a presence watching us, but I knew we were in no danger.

Abigail quickly rose from the ground and brushed herself off. “Oh hello, my name is Abigail, and this is Morgan.”

“I am Sabina.” She gave Abigail a warm smile and nodded to me almost coming down into a curtsy. No, I haven’t figured out what all of the curtsyings is about. I really don’t want to know.

Sabina began to explain that the original settlers when they cleared the forest would give offerings and in specific areas would mark the stumps. The runes would offer protection to the inhabitants.

“Protection from what?” I knew I wouldn’t like the answer.

Sabina smiled sadly. “From the Wild Hunt.”

A sense of dread filled me. As Sabina and Abigail continued to discuss old runes and other topics they were pleased to discover that Sabina knew Abigail’s grandmother.

“Morgan.” I looked up realizing that Abigail had been trying to get my attention for the last few seconds.

“Sorry, just zoning.”

Abigail gave Sabina one of her special smiles. “I’m sorry, it’s getting late. I don’t want my Aunt to worry.”

“It has been a pleasure to meet you, Abigail.” The old woman reached over and kissed her on both cheeks. “I am pleased to see that not everyone has forgotten the old way. Perhaps we shall meet again.”

With one last farewell, the old woman disappeared into the woods. Abigail stood there dumbfounded. Welcome to my world. With just a hint of fear in her voice, she asked. "Morgan, can we go home?”

For the rest of the walk back Abigail held me close as if she feared I might disappear. I felt her relief as we stepped out of the woods. Passing ‘Father Oak’ on the way to the library parking lot Abigail reached up, pressed her body to mine and kissed me full on the lips. Both of our lips were a little chapped, but the kiss was wonderful. Definitely, something I could get used to.

She jumped back giggling. “That was to thank you for taking me into the forest.” She leaned forward once more our bodies close together, but something had changed. Confusion and strong emotion washed over me as Abigail stumbled back her hands on her mouth.

“You’re a boy.”

I look at her confused. “I have always been a boy.”

Tears began to form in her eyes. She continued to back away. “My Aunt said you would do something like this. I thought you were different. Has this all been some sort of prank? Did someone put you up to this?”In a fierce whisper full of heartbreaking sorrow she cried. “It always ends like this when I get close to someone. They all hate me.”

“Abigail I don’t understand.” I tried to move towards her. We had been talking to one another for almost two weeks. She had even introduced me to others on the street. How could she not know I was a boy?

“Don’t touch me.” She cried, tears pouring from her eyes. Her emotions hammered away at me. “Did you think it was funny?” With a mournful wail, she ran toward the parking lot screaming at me not to follow her.

Sorrow overwhelmed me. When the heavens opened up, I couldn’t move. The weight of the last few years finally collapsed on me physically pushing me to the ground. My adoption, the divorce, my family issues all of it. Everything I had been trying to hide from began to overwhelm me. I couldn’t breathe. Now I have lost my only real friend. On my knees, with the rain falling down around me I placed my hands over my face. All I could do was weep.

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Not far from the Library stood a small Medical Office Building. From specialists to dentists it’s one of the few places in town where people can get non-emergency medical care. Although not on Main Street it’s conveniently placed overlooking the Library and the park. Late in the day on a Saturday the parking lot sat empty except for a black SUV.

“Look, they’re coming out of the woods now.” The creature known as Dunter raised a set of Steiner Rangefinder Binoculars to his face. “So Sile is that her?”

“I’m not sure.” The white-haired woman sat in the back of the SUV away from the sun. Covered in a green hoody she had it pulled down over her face.

“Sile.” A cultured Filipino voice gently spoke. “Your assistance would be most appreciated.” Taking the binoculars from Dunter, Jabol leaned forward to get a better view of what everyone was so excited about.

“Enough of this.” Dunter reached over dragged the woman over the seat, took the binoculars from Jabols hands and painfully smashed them into Sile’s face. “Now look or ill rip those eyes from your skull.”

“Yes, no…I don’t know it looks like her.” Sile mumble.

Disgusted Dunter threw her into the back seat. “Useless Bitch.”

“Oh, it looks like they are having a little argument,” Jabol said with no sympathy in his voice.

When it began to rain in an otherwise clear day, Dunter growled with pleasure. Reaching for the keys the red-hatted creature started the SUV.

“Bitch, I got you now!”

Getting off my knees, I wiped my face and started to head for home. The Library had already closed. I would have to get my picnic basket and books in the morning. Besides, I was soaked from head to toe. I am sure Mrs. Jacobson wouldn’t approve of me dragging mud into the Library. At least the rain seemed to be finally letting up.

Before I left the commons, I ran the whole scenario through my head once more. Abigail had run away, but I was not going to let her go. I did not care in the least that she preferred girls. I mean I did too. Even if we could not do the couple thing, she was still my friend or at least I hoped so. My other problems were still there. However it’s not like I was going to solve them by wallowing in the mud.

My thoughts kept coming back to the idea that I was a victim of some sort of enchantment. Abigail must be seeing and feeling something I didn’t. We were close all day, her body pressed to mine as we walked out of the woods. Now I haven’t held many girls, but from the little, I knew they were a lot softer than boys. When Abigail kissed me for the first time, she must have felt something different the second time. She did, I also felt something changed in me. I stopped in the sudden realization of what I actually saw in my reflection. No wonder Abigail was angry with me.

She had met the Fae woman in the woods. She had lived in this town all her life. I had a feeling Abigail would understand if I could just speak to her. We could work it out. A visit with her Aunt might be enlightening as well. Still, there were too many questions and not enough answers.

A hand closing on my arm broke my reverie. I looked up to see the woman who I had dubbed ‘goat girl ‘standing there. “I’m sorry, but you’re going to have come with us.”

She might have spoken it, but for some reason, I could tell she wasn’t too happy about it. I acted instinctively. Grabbing her arm, I pivoted my legs, and I threw her over my right hip sending her clear across Main Street to impact head first into some parked cars.

Someone else was near me. I spun around and blocked a punch then lashed out with my right foot catching a tall grey haired man between the legs. As he collapsed, I threw a forearm strike to the bridge of his nose. Instead of going down, he burst into a swarm of flies. It shocked me enough that I missed a duplicate of the man sneaking up behind me.

The duplicate grabbed me around the chest. I quickly stomped the top of his right foot and jumped up smashing his chin with my head. As he stumbled back, I did a roundhouse kick to the side of his temple. The duplicate hit the ground bursting into a cloud of flies. With the last attacker down, I realized that I had been fighting with skills I did not know I possessed. It was as if someone downloaded them right into my skull without giving me the chance to pick the red or the blue pill.

I looked around. Standing by a black SUV was another one of those copy. And then there were two of them, then three and then four. Across the street ‘goat girl’ started to rise. If the duplicates dog piled me, I was finished. I needed to get away. If I could only make it to the forest, I started to move back across the commons leaving them far behind.

Unfortunately, I found my retreat cut off by a brick of a man wielding what appeared to be a medieval pike. Setting a bloody red cap squarely on top of his head he grinned. I almost passed out right there when I realized what I was facing. The Redcap twirled his pike trying to catch me with the flat of the blade. If I retreated, he would cut me down, so I charged.

Diving underneath his weapon, I slammed both fists into the creature’s solar plexus. He stumbled back. Hitting him was really like hitting a brick wall. A veteran of countless fights the Redcap instantly shortened the hold on the shaft of his weapon and brought it around. I tried to jump back, but he caught me spinning me hard into the mud. I’m pretty sure I broke a couple of ribs. It sure felt like it.

The safety of the forest still within reach I painfully threw myself backward. My opponent moved again to block my escape. I stepped forward twisted my body and slammed my foot right into Mr. Gruesome’s face. Before he could react, I followed up with more attacks. Unfortunately, even two well-placed knife hand strikes to the throat didn’t seem to even faze the beast. Jumping out of the way I could clearly see the others drawing close.

Mr. Gruesome jabbed his pike forward, and I jumped up. To our astonishment I found myself standing on top of his weapon. I giggled. Yes, I giggled. I believe that frightened me more than the Redcap.

Without another thought, I ran down the shaft and used his skull as a launching pad to throw myself into the woods. In a flash, the Redcap spun around and clipped me turning my controlled flight into a spectacular bloody cartwheel. Crashing into the woods the world turned black.

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A morose group of Fae sat in Walter Marvin’s living room as if waiting for an execution. From their appearance, it seemed to be theirs. A few days had already passed since they tried to abduct the girl at the Library. Now she was missing. If she was dead, all of their lives were forfeit. When the creature began to stir one more the four of them jumped.

Eá²ghan slowly opened his eyes took one look around and said. “Problems?”

In a rush, they began to explain the situation. The only one who did not join in was Sile who sat there with a half-smile on her lips. With their explanations finished, they all sat back waiting for a verdict. The sorcerer known as Eá²ghan was not known to be very forgiving.

“So let me get this straight you tried to abduct the Arbitrator without my consent. After your failure, you are not even sure if she’s alive.” The Draugr sat still for what seemed to be an eternity. “It would have made our plans easier if successful however be aware she must also be a willing participant. “

“She is not dead,” Sile said as if fact.

“I believe you are correct my dear. For no other reason than her death would not have gone unnoticed in the Courts. I would have returned sooner if that were the case. If however, I find that she has indeed died…” Eághan left the rest unsaid there were worse punishments than death. “Lass, I need this body to be more under my control. My presence is needed here it seems.”

“You will need the Anáil.” Sile stood up and kicked the remains of the glass coffee table to the side. She then reached down and tossed the floor rug to the wall.

While waiting for the sorceress to get ready Eághan motioned to Manfred. “I need you to contact the Dunkelheit. ”

“I’ll contact them Eá²ghan, but you know what they are going to say. They will join the Host as long as you take care of the Gatekeeper.”

“That’s a given Manfred make your plans and leave tomorrow night.” Eághan turned to Sile. She seemed ready to start the incantation. “You know the dangers Sile. Someone of power but not…”

She waved her hand in irritation. The nails on her right hand grew. Without any hesitation, she slashed her left wrist and began to draw a bloody red circle on the floor with her nails. Letters and words followed. The other Fae stood back in shock.

The Draugr laughed. They had underestimated Sile. With the letters finished, she began to whisper to the circle. With each word spoken a bloody red mist began to form, and that form took shape. As Sile completed the incantation, a large black crow stood in the circle. It took one look around squawked then took off smashing through a closed window.

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Two patrol cars sat on the side of the road flanking a large green pickup truck. The occupant of the truck stood quietly. After reading him his rights, Deputy Sherriff Cindy Rose placed the handcuffed man into the back of her patrol car. Satisfied that the perpetrator would not escape Cindy went to the front of the truck to find Deputy Sherriff Dan Summers taking down the vehicle information.

“Well seems your instincts were right again.” Cindy gave a quick look into the back of the truck. Four young bucks and several other animals lay under a blue tarp.

Dan might not have the gift like his cousins, but often enough his instincts gave him an edge.

“Hunting out of season and on the Kincade’s land this one will be lucky if he gets away with just a heavy fine.”

Cindy jumped when large black crow landed heavily on the hood of the truck. Dan also took notice of the large crow. Something felt wrong but didn’t know what it could be.

“You seem pretty tight with them. The Kincade’s that is...” Cindy said a little nervously. For some reason, the crow bothered her more than she realized. She felt relieved when the two of them started walking back to her patrol car.

“Oh well, Greg Kincade and I graduated from the same University. He has family in Ravencrest. My wife is also good friends with his wife, Stephanie.”

“Small world and you ended up here.”

“Quite the coincidence isn’t it.” He said dryly.

Strange stories and rumors tended to attach themselves to Dan Summers. True or not, he was a fellow officer and a good friend. Moreover, Cindy liked Dan’s wife. “How’s, is your wife doing by the way? I haven’t spoken to her in like a week. She is what in her third trimester now?”

Dan turned not too surprised to find the crow following them. He answered without taking his eyes off the bird. “Yea… Oh, I almost forget she told me to remind you about the baby shower. Diana is going to be running the show so if nothing else it should be interesting.”

Cindy laughed as she sat in her patrol car. “It’s already in the book. We’ll let me get this reprobate into lockup.” Before she drove away, Cindy leaned out the window. “Be careful OK Dan. That bird is freaking me out.”

Moments later Deputy Summers was alone with the crow. Walking back to patrol car he could tell it continued to follow him. While keeping an eye on the bird, the Deputy finished his paperwork. The strange crow only flew away when the Tow truck and Animal Control arrived. The wrecker would take the truck to the Police impound lot while Animal Control took the corpses away to be put on ice until the trial. After the hearing, some lucky dogs were going to eat well.

Back on the road getting ready for his shift to end, the Deputy took a call from the base. The dispatcher wanted to let him know of a new Missing person report. The missing person was none other than Morgan Rynders. Dan felt a chill this did not bode well.

Spotting a black SUV sitting on the side of the road Dan put thoughts of Morgan Rynders on hold. He slowed the patrol car down when a tall thin impeccably dressed man flagged him down.

“It’s all my fault Eshne, he’s dead because of me.” Diana cried.

“Hush Diana, you don’t know if Dan is dead or alive.” Abigail’s Aunt reached over and took Diana hand. “I’m sorry to say dear, but he knew the dangers in his line of work.”

“Yes maybe from bank robbers but not from one of the Unseen. I helped get him the job.” She put her head on the table. “How am going to face Liz?”

“Phyllis did a Seeing. Oddly enough she couldn’t find a thing.” Rachael Byrne, the principal of Skogshaven High, said sadly. A lack of a body was an all too common occurrence when it came to an unfortunate victim of the Unseen. “What was strange wasn’t that the Scrying didn’t work, but there was no trace at all.”

Francine Berg who taught Chemistry at the same High School looked around the table. She appeared anything but happy. “That black SUV reeked of magic. Dark too, there was a hint of something old an ancient evil. Eshne it terrified me. ”

“Charlie Kincade cornered me today. He brought Jacob in for his two-year-old checkup, dropped him off at the nurse’s station and burst into my office.” Doris Kreig one of the town’s pediatricians laughed. “Goddess, if I was twenty years younger.”

“Doris, please. I can’t say I am comfortable with asking the Kincade’s for help.” Eshne said trying to keep the discussion on topic.

“Sorry, Eshne.” Doris shrugged. “They like Dan, the two families are close. You know how the Kincade’s can be, start to threaten, or heaven forbid actually harm one of their own. He said that they went, and I will use their word ‘Hunting’ but came up empty. ”

Diana finally got herself under control. “I talked to Cindy. She said a huge black bird was stalking Dan before he disappeared. And now Morgan Rynders is missing as well.”

“Do you think the Rynders girl is involved with Dan’s disappearance?” Doris asked.

“No, I don’t think so. Abigail is beside herself with worry. Apparently, the two of them had some sort of argument. I know enough about my niece that she feels that she overreacted. Of course, she won’t tell me a thing.”

“I was wondering why Nikki was serving us tea instead of Abigail,” Rachael commented. “And she had such a bad time at the end of the school year. I’m sorry about that one Eshne.”

“It’s still not your fault Rachael. Does anyone else think what we are seeing is Court politics? The Sacred haven’t been this active since my grandmother’s time.”

“I’m afraid you’re right Eshne. The Summer and Winter Court are going at it right in the middle of town, and we are all caught up in it.” Francine said reaching over to hold Diana's hand.
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Consciousness wasn’t something I really desired. I felt safe in a warm and comfortable place and resented the fact that someone was trying to pull me away. Slowly the world began to focus. At least it wasn’t painful.

To my relief, the warm and comfortable feeling was still there. I remembered the fight, but it seemed so long ago. The thought of my wounds disturbed me somewhat. Opening my eyes, I expected to be in a hospital bed but instead found my head on the lap of a beautiful young girl.

“Good morning pumpkin, did you sleep well.”

Long chestnut hair framed a classically sculpted face. Her eyes were green like the forest but did not match her youth, they were ancient. The beautiful girl’s appearance seemed too perfect almost alien, but the look she gave me was full of warmth and concern. She helped me up to a sitting position.

“I feel that I know you.” The girl felt familiar like she was an old friend. She wore a green and brown dress, but I had this odd feeling that she would be just as comfortable without any clothes on. Soon other thoughts began to painfully intrude into my head, the skirmish, my wounds and my argument with Abigail.

“What happened, where am I?”

At first, I thought that I was sitting under ‘Father Oak’ it felt the same, but the land around me was different. Gone were the cars, the streets, and the buildings only the familiar feel of the forest remained.

“Relax Morgan. I will answer your questions if possible.” She took me by the hand. Surprisingly a look of childish mischief filled her face. I could feel a kinship with this girl but immediately knew she was trouble.

Her name was Sapphira, and after my battle with the ‘Host,’ she brought me here to heal. My wounds although not grievous needed time to mend properly. Realizing that I was in the realm of the Fae, I felt troubled. Stories of people returning decades after spending one night under a Fairy mound filled my head.

“How long have I been here?”

Sapphira smiled, “Very good Morgan you know that this is the Fae Realm although not as deep as you went when you met the Green Man. The answer to your question is difficult, time as you know works differently here. I will tell you that no more than four days have passed in the mortal world.”

Rebecca is so going to kill me. I stood up and looked around, the Fae Realm felt so real, so comforting more than the mortal realm as Sapphira called it. I placed my hand on ‘Father Oak’ and came to the sudden realization of the identity of Sapphira.

“Sapphira, are you perhaps a Dryad?”

She rose up clapping her hands in a very childish way. “Good for you Pumpkin, I am actually what you would call a Hamadryad.”

“Like in the Greek stories, so your tree is ‘Father Oak.’” I knew that Hamadryads were different from normal Dryads. Moreover, what is with that Pumpkin thing? I looked up at the large Oak tree and explained. “I always felt ‘Father Oak was a guardian of the park.“

“Correct, I am the Guardian or GateKeeper to this entrance into the Fae Realm. I try to keep mortals out of trouble and when possible keep others from doing harm.”

“Like the Host. Who and what are they and why were they trying to capture me? Was it because I interfered with that goat girl killing those guys last week?”

“Goat Girl? Ah yes that Baobhan Sith whose feeding you so rudely interrupted.” She giggled. Sapphira looked at me for a moment as if having an internal debate. “They are members of the Unseelie Court.”

The world spun around for a moment. “I see, of course, but why me, I can’t be that important. I mean I think I have this enchantment on me...”
“A glamour and an enchantment actually Pumpkin, pesky ones at that, I believe your mother was so concerned that you would be harmed she used too much of her strength. I have been trying to ease its removal since you first sat in front of my tree” Sapphira walked over to me and brushed my hair out of my eyes. “I’m sorry if I caused you problems, it was quite the mess.”

A stood there in silence. It was a lot to take in. The implications were enormous and a little hard to believe. Still why else would someone like me be able to wander the forest and see what I have seen? “But why would my real mom cast a spell on me?”

Sapphira held my hands for a moment. I could feel her warmth and compassion. “I heard rumors from inside the Seelie Court that a child would be sent into the mortal world as an Arbitrator. An Arbitrator for the Fae understands the mortal world but can act on behalf of the Fae Realm.”

“Does that make me some sort of changeling?” I actually did not like the thought that some poor innocent child taken from their parents now worked for the Fae.

“I don’t think so. I mean you don’t look like a troll child.” Sapphira said then laughed at the look of confusion on my face. She began to explain that there were several different types of changelings. “No, mortal children are not switched with an Arbitrator, they are of the blood. They are supposed to be guided by those who are familiar with both worlds.”

“So what happened to me? What do you mean of the blood?”

Sapphira shrugged, “I don’t know. Arbitrators are always from the royal line. I heard a princess suddenly disappeared.”

“Princess! What do you mean by a princess? I’m a boy.” I started to panic.

“Only until the glamour and the enchantment wears off which should be pretty soon, you being in the Fae Realm for this length of time has seen to that.”

I laughed, becoming a little giddy. “So, that would mean I am some sort of...what...fairy princess?”

Sapphira gave a little evil grin. She was having way too much fun at my expense. “Well the Aes Sá¬dhe don’t exactly find that term complementary, but yes that sounds about right.”

“Oh well, it now all makes perfect sense.” I believe that was the point where I believe I passed out.

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A red minivan drove down Main Street but turned before it could get near the public library. If anyone looked, they would find a haggard-looking Walter Marvin being driven by an ugly man wearing a red cap.

Behind the driver’s sat a girl in a green hoody, in her hands a large sketchpad. The more military minded individuals would immediately notice that the drawings and notations covered information about the town. As if, the three of them were doing a reconnaissance of the town.

“Stay away from the forest if you can.” Eághan pointed to one of the side streets they had been approaching. “Make a left here and take it to the hospital.”

Sile paid no attention to either of the men up front. She sat with her eyes closed singing quietly, a song that would damage a mortals hearing. As she sang, the pencil in her hands would suddenly dart forward make a mark on the pad then drop back down.

“Eá²ghan, it’s time again,” Sile commented, placed the pad on the seat next to her.

The van came to a stop, in a secluded parking lot of an old food warehouse. Eághan went around the back opened the hatch and uncovered the unconscious and tied up form of Deputy Sherriff Dan Summers. Grabbing his face, the Draugr began to bring their lips together. The Deputy suddenly came awake, but before he could scream, Eághan took a deep breath.

Dan struggled for a moment then stopped. His skin began to turn white.

“Eághan stop.” Sile came behind him. “If you want to kill this mortal fine, but if you don’t give him time to recuperate we will need to find another.”

The Draugr’s arm whipped around catching Sile by the throat and pulled her off her feet. “Child if I thought.” He dropped the Baobhan Sith to the ground then closed the trunk. “You are correct Sile let us continue. I might not need to do that again. You may dance with him if you wish when we get back to the house.”

An old army axiom states that no plan survives contact with the enemy or in this case a pizza delivery vehicle. Michael Moody dozed in his car, trying to stay awake. With the stereo volume up and the windows opened, Miki, as his friends called him, struggled to keep his eyes opened. Up all night playing the latest Call of Duty he was surprised to see the sunrise. Deciding that sleep would wait he drove into work to help make the dough. That was a mistake.

With the dinner rush finished Miki decided to stop for the night, he had just dropped off his last pizza when sleep finally caught up with him. He was out only a moment but enough to run a stop sign and slam into the side of a red Minivan. As luck would have it, the airbag kept him from harm but didn’t do a thing for his car. Delivering pizza was going to be a problem.

Climbing out of the car, he reached for his phone. Even with his lack of common sense, Miki was a responsible seventeen-year-old and immediately dialed 911 and reported the accident.

Rushing to the van, he hoped no one was hurt. To his surprise, the young pizza delivery driver found that the Minivan was empty.

When the police arrived minutes later, they found unconscious but still very much alive Deputy Sherriff Dan Summers.

In the center of a glade, I came across a beautiful woman, dressed in the purest white. Hair like the sun and eyes deeper than the forest that spoke of wisdom beyond mortal comprehension, she beckoned me with a smile. From that smile, I could feel a love that I have never felt before, a maternal love so deep it touched the core of my being. I began to cry. She wrapped me in her arms and rocked me back and forth as if I was a small child. She began to sing a simple childish song about the forest it made me laugh. This beautiful woman looked into my eyes and spoke, “My beloved daughter.”

I opened my eyes. I could feel the sunrise its warmth touching the land. All my senses felt different, my body too no longer what I remembered. Pulling the covers off I wandered into the bathroom, wearing one of my sister's nightshirts didn’t bother me as much anymore as I did my business then stopped. I realized for the first time in my life I needed to sit down to use the toilet. I ran to the mirror, and everything came back to me.

“Holy crap!”

I was proud to say I didn’t scream, just that simple interjection seemed about right. Before stood the girl that I had seen out of the corner of my eye. It was still me but different. My face was softer, any part of the male Morgan wiped away as the enchantment faded. Embarrassed to say I thought myself quite beautiful. Looking down, was something not in my wildest dreams would I consider seeing. Yes, breasts, which of course made sense since a girl stood before me, but they were actually my breasts.

“Holy crap!”

I started to giggle, that voice was still mine but like the rest of me had changed to fit the body. I put my hands on my hips and noticed that they too fit the image. What bothered me the most wasn’t that a girl stood in front of me, no it was the fact that it appeared I lost like three or four inches from my height. Something seemed a little odd, and I pulled back my hair to reveal two adorable elf ears. I officially looked like an extra from Lord of the Rings. I was tempted at that point to take a shower but decided I needed a decent meal before I began that little ordeal.

I moved down the hallway, I could tell I was much more nimble on my feet, my Fae reflexes allowing me to move as no human could. Taking a few steps at a time, I quickly made it to the bottom of the stairs without making a sound. Thinking this could come in handy I was surprised to find Rebecca sitting on the living room couch. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well. I completely forgot that I looked like a girl as I approached.

“Good morning.”

Rebecca collided with me bringing me to the ground. She began to cry, huge sobs wracking her whole body. I realized that I had been missing, no wonder she was freaking out. She thought I was dead or ran away. Suddenly Rebecca's voice became shrill accusing me of disappearing without saying a word. Why would I do such a thing to her? I calmly let her rant for a moment then I simply interrupted her diatribe.

“I was attacked near the woods.”

She stopped a look of shocked embarrassment on her face. I gave her a simple explanation of the attack. I told her that I had no real memories of wandering around the woods until last night. No, I skipped the part of me being a Fairy Princess, yea that would have gone over well. I told her that this morning I woke up in my bed with no knowledge of how I got there. Also, true.

Rebecca looked at me, then nodded and went to find the phone to call the police to tell them that I returned home. I could tell by her emotions that she had doubts about the attack as if what I did was to hurt her.

“We should also have you checked by a doctor. Do you have any bruises, are you hurt?”

I told her I felt fine just tired and hungry. What crossed my mind at that point was Rebecca made no comment what so ever about me being a girl. Go Fae magic! Now that would have been an uncomfortable discussion. I was told a police officer would come by later to talk to me and that I should take a seat on the couch while she made me some breakfast.

After we shared a quiet meal I realized I needed to make a call. My cell phone was dead, so I left it on the charger and picked up the upstairs phone in the guest bedroom.

“Abigail.”

“Who is this?”

“It’s Morgan.”

“Oh my god…oh my god…oh my god…is it really you? Where have you been?” She began to cry. “I’m so sorry…so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Abs, calm down, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s…complicated.” Knowing this won’t work over the phone and definitely not ready to go outside looking like this I asked. “Can you do me a favor and come to my house? We can talk then.”

“Morgan, is that really you? You sound a little strange.”

I laughed. “You have no idea. I am going to get dressed, please come on over, and we can talk about it.” I gave her the address and hung up. Gathering up my courage, I headed to my bathroom to take a shower. Once more into the breach dear friends…

Finding something to wear proved eventful. I will say the high point of the morning was the shower, now I knew why my sister spent so much time in the bathroom. Luckily in the past pillaging of my sister clothes, I found a couple of bags of new underwear that fit. Wearing a faded old shirt from several years ago and a pair of my sister’s jeans I waited for Abigail.

Rebecca came downstairs a few minutes later and commented on what I was wearing. “I see you're wearing your sister’s clothes again. Good thing they mostly fit you. Since your finally deciding to dress appropriately, I imagine you need more clothes for school.” She went over to her purse and handed me a credit card. “Go ahead and buy yourself some clothes. Actually go through your sister’s stuff first, she won’t be wearing it anyway.”

I looked at the credit card in my hand. This was not something I expected, but I was in desperate need of clothing. Rebecca looked at the clock for a moment then frowned. “I need to go to work today since your home. Will you be OK? I know the police will be over later.”

I looked up at her trying to compose myself. I was unable to answer that question with more than, “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

Unbelievable, her child missing for four days so now she has to go to work. I could tell that she was concerned for me but underneath was a level of annoyance. Rebecca said she would be home by dinner. With a quick hug, and I am glad you're safe she left. Shaking I sat on the couch and closed my eyes remembering the woman who called me her’ beloved daughter.’

An excited knock at the door interrupted my brooding. Opening the door, I found a fidgeting Abigail. Tension slipped away my heart reached out to her. She looked up dumbfounded then hesitantly reached out. Taking her hand gently I guided her into the living room.

“Is that really you Morgan?” She whispered and then her eyes opened wide. “It is you.” Quickly she threw herself into my arms. I held her, savoring her touch. I could feel her emotions straining to overflow. “Is this your true form, you look so different...even more, beautiful than before.”

My true form, in the back of my mind something clicked, but I needed to get my apology out first. “I’m sorry Abigail. I need to explain something to you.”

She leaned back and put her hand on my mouth. “No me first. I did something horrible to you, and I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

“You did?”

She nodded a tear running down her face. “You looked so shocked, so dejected like you just lost your best friend.”

“I thought I did.” I reached over and with my thumb wiped the tear from her cheek.

She almost broke down right there. Taking my hand, she began to explain. At the end of last school year, a new girl appeared named Felecia. Friendly, fun the pair immediately hit it off.

Abigail knew she would like to be more than friends with Felecia but was afraid to lose her as a friend. In a very short time, they became very close. Unfortunately, it became hard for Abigail and Felecia finally confronted her asking her what the problem was. Abigail broke down and explained to her friend her feelings. Felecia looked stunned. She didn’t say anything just walked away.

The next morning Abigail overheard a conversation between Felecia and another girl. Visceral disgust and hatred emanated from Felecia as she began to explain what Abigail said the day before. Stunned she walked away unable to understand why Felicia would say such hateful things. It got worse. Bullying and name-calling started right after, even to the point where Abigail will no longer get online. I could definitely empathize with her considering my last year at school.

The whole time Abigail forgot that not everyone felt the same way as Felecia and her cronies. Some girls even came forward telling her that was very brave. She even forgot the support from her Aunt. It did not matter, all Abigail could see was her friends face the one she thought would love her filled with disgust. And one night there were the pills.

She must have seen something in my eyes.

“Oh Morgan, I’m better now…Aunt Eshne found me before you know. She got me help. One of her sisters is a therapist. I’m ashamed that I forgot that there were people that cared and loved me. The girls were punished though.”

I raised an eyebrow. I wondered what type of punishment.

“Oh, some of them were suspended for the rest of the school year. Zero tolerance and all of that. I think they ended up having to go to school over the summer, so it’s OK.”

Suspended from school for pushing my friend to the point of killing herself, rage filled me. Suddenly there was a crack of thunder overhead, we both jumped.

I grinned. All I could say was “Oops.”

We both started to giggle, it felt good just being with her.

Abigail continued. “So when I met you at Diana’s store, I was so surprised. Those feelings returned, you were…you are so beautiful.” She smiled. “I wasn’t sure if you would be interested in me and I was just happy to be your friend. You felt different I could see that. Both Diana and my Aunt warned me about it.”

I could definitely see a long conversation with Abigail’s Aunt in the near future.

“We clicked, after that first picnic. I started to get my hopes up. My Aunt, of course, warned me, that I was setting myself up for disappointment. Your ‘kind’ she said was hard to understand.”

“How does she know about my ‘Kind’,” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Oh well see my family are Witches, but I am still an apprentice.” She gave a proud smile. “My Aunt is in charge of the Coven.”

Of course, my best friend is a Witch, a lot of what was missing fell into place. My ‘kind’ right, I am so looking forward to that discussion with her Aunt and Diana.

“Anyway, maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, but I just knew you felt something for me.”

“I did, well I do.”

She gave me one of her special smiles. “Exactly, and then we held one another in the forest. And that first kiss.” She gushed, and her face lit up like the sun, then it darkened. “When I kissed you the second time you felt different. You looked and felt like a boy. I was devastated, angry and hurt. It was Felicia all over again.”

I tried to say something, but she stopped me.

“By the time I got to the car, I realized that you couldn’t have known what happened to me at school. And your face, it looked like I broke your heart.” She sniffed. I did too. “I was too embarrassed to return then. I planned on apologizing to you the next morning, but you were gone.”

She whispered. “I thought you hated me.” I reached over, and she silently cried in my arms. After a little while she calmed down, I pulled away and looked into her eyes.

“My turn.”

I began to explain the glamour and enchantment issues I have been having. When I began to talk about the fight with the Unseelie, she began to cry a little. We discussed Sapphira and my new job. I left nothing out. When I finally go to the point where I told her I was a Princess she grinned. “My girlfriend is a Princess that is so cool.”

I rolled my eyes then nodded. “Yea.”

She leaped into my arms pressing her lips to mine. I guess agreeing about the whole girlfriend thing clinched the deal. She was so soft, the kiss felt so good, this body felt so different I lost myself in her.

Everything was once again right with the world.

My everyday life for the last few weeks consisted of the Fae Realm, members of the Unseelie Court trying to capture me and a dozen other oddities. Something as mundane as going to school, I really didn’t know what to think. At this point, I was more concerned that I was about to be going through a crash course at being a girl. I hoped that Abigail could be accommodating I mean she did girl very well.

“What are you worried about Morgan, you look like a girl, you walk like a girl you even talk like a girl.”

I considered what she said. I was still Morgan to be sure, I still liked to play computer games, I loved books, and I liked girls (well one girl in particular) When the enchantment wore off did I go back to my usual self but what was my usual self? I guess I was still Morgan just the packaging was different.

That didn’t seem entirely right either, there were other differences between boys and girls beyond the obvious biological. When we toss in the fact that I was no longer human into the mix, it becomes quite the complicated mess. I really should be freaking out about the whole thing. Thinking about it, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was another motherly enchantment helping me cope. If so I really didn’t mind. It showed that she cared. Guess the new Morgan will just be a work in progress.

“You know what Morgan?”

“What Abbs?”

She smiled at my nickname then giggled. “I think I am taller than you.”

That comment produced several serious rounds of ‘who was the tallest,’ as we stood back-to-back each standing on our tippy toes proving that they were indeed the tallest. It took no time at all for us to have a fit of the giggles. Yea it was stupid, but it was fun. I really needed it. A firm knock at the door interrupted our game.

“Oh, that must be the Police.”

“The Police?”

I had to smile. “Remember, I was missing for days. Rebecca filed a Missing Persons report. When I showed up this morning, she called the Police to tell them that I came home.”

“Morgan Rynders?” Deputy Sherriff Cindy Rose stood before me. I was surprised it wasn’t Deputy Summers. I had spent over fifteen years of my life never talking to a Police officer, and now I was almost on a first name basis. “May I come in?” I was surprised to find that she was a little nervous around me.

As I escorted Deputy Rose to the kitchen table, I offered her a drink. She accepted a glass of water then slowly pulled out a notebook. Abigail took a seat next to me. It didn’t seem to bother Deputy Rose. Staring at the notebook as if gathering her thoughts she suddenly came right to the point.

“On the fifteen of this month, your mother filled out a Missing Persons report. This morning she called our office to inform us that you had returned. She also explained that you were attacked.”

“It was more like they were trying to kidnap me.”

“Is she upstairs? I would like to speak to your mother as well.”

“I’m sorry she decided to go to work today.”

The Deputy looked a bit shocked. I wasn’t particularly happy with it either.

“So please, as best you can remember tell me about the incident.”

The police weren’t really capable of handling the Fae that tried to kidnap me, but I needed to warn them at least. I began to explain what happened mostly the running away part. I left out the exploding bodies and throwing a Scottish vampire across the street. It would complicate my life more than necessary. Continuing I described the attackers (mostly), the Black SUV and the story of how I woke up in the woods with a fuzzy memory.

Really, I did feel bad, but I would feel worse if the police came to harm. I understood deep down that these Fae were going to be my responsibility. I could tell my story threw up all sorts of red flags. Deputy Rose’s emotions went all over the place when I talked about the park. Writing down a few more things, she closed her notebook and carefully put it away.

“A black SUV, that is troubling. You are a very fortunate girl.”

I told the Deputy I couldn’t agree more if the three were trying to kill me instead of abducting me I could well have been dead.

“Miss Rynders.”

“Morgan.”

“Morgan, I have an odd request, and I was told that you are free to turn it down. I was asked if you could come with me to the hospital and visit Dan. I mean Deputy Sherriff Dan Summers.”

“Why is Deputy Summers in the hospital?”

“Apparently he was abducted by the same people who tried to kidnap you. We found him last night, and he is currently at Eastpoint Medical Center.”

“Oh Morgan., Dan is Diana’s cousin,” Abigail said. “My Aunt dropped me off here before she went to see how he was doing.”

Cindy turned to Abigail. “You must be Abigail Morris, I was asked to bring you along as well.”

I looked at the two of them. “I’m not really sure what I can do to help, but I’ll be happy to go.”

Calling Rebecca, I passed the phone directly to Deputy Rose, as Abbs pulled me upstairs. Of course, I had to change. According to my new girlfriend, I couldn’t possibly walk into a hospital wearing what I had on. Once again, but this time with Abbs help I pillaged my sister’s closet. We soon managed to find a red short sleeve Tee that met with her approval.

She did my hair, but I stopped her at the makeup. I could see that Abigail was just itching to give me a makeover. Sorry I wasn’t quite ready for that. I did tell her that Rebecca gave me a credit card so I could buy some clothes. Abbs gave me a scary, predatory look.

Once we made it back downstairs, the two of us were whisked out the door.

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Eastpoint Medical Center sat on the other side of town past the Old Town Square and Courthouse. It was a new modern medical facility, and for some of the other towns in the area, it was the closest hospital. Finding a parking space right in front, police cars get great parking spots I quickly found myself in an elevator on the way to the third floor.

A friendly officer greeted us as we exited the elevator. We met a second officer at the entrance to another hallway. Emotions, heavy emotions from the entire hospital came at me. I stopped closing my eyes then concentrated and thankfully, the emotions receded to a more manageable level.

“Are you OK Miss Rynders?” Deputy Rose asked.

“Morgan.” I smiled then nodded. Abbs reached over to hold my hand looking a bit concerned. I gave it a squeeze, and we continued down the hallway. I noticed that once we passed the officer, all the rooms were empty. At the end of the corridor, I could hear talking, but that is not what drew my attention. There was a heaviness in the air coming from one of the rooms. I dropped Abigail’s hand and looked in to find Deputy Summers hooked up to a couple of machines. His skin was not a healthy color. I didn't need to understand the machines to tell me that he was dying.

A dark miasma surrounded the Deputy thick like molasses. My new found senses recognized it as a curse that and if came to its conclusion would turn him into one of the Sluagh or the Unforgiven Dead.

“Cindy, who are these girls?” A worried looking woman sat on a chair near the Deputy. She looked to be very pregnant. I could tell she had been crying, a lot. Sitting next to her holding her hand was Diana.

“Morgan, is that you?” She rose from the chair and pulled me into the room. “I…well thank you for coming.”

“Diana, what is this little girl going to do. How is she going to help Dan? I don’t understand.” The pregnant woman’s emotions were all over the place. Diana quickly left my side and took her hand.

I could feel a presence come up behind me. I thought it rather odd that it actually felt like a bear. A deep voice said in a whisper. “No, she isn’t just a little girl.”

I turned to find a mass of a man standing in the doorway. I was half expecting a mountain man, but he was dressed in a very expensive looking grey suite. “You must be Morgan Rynders.” He reached over and took my hand it disappeared in his grip.

"My name is Greg Kincade, my family and I would take it as a personal favor Miss Rynders if you can help my friend.”

Aunt Eshne presence came in before she did. “Morgan, I am sorry we haven’t been properly introduced. I am Eshne Teague. “She turned to Abigail. “I am glad you have made up with your friend.”

Abigail smiled at me.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Aunt Eshne asked. She looked visibly disappointed when I said no. She seemed less pleased when I began to kick everyone out of the room. Maybe it was petty, I could have let her remain, but I could tell she would insist on taking charge. Sorry, the room only had enough space for one Princess at a time. What was amusing was the satisfied look on Mr. Kincade’s face.

“I would like everyone to leave please, except for Diana and Deputy Summer’s wife.”

I gave Abbs a wink then closed the door. Instinctively I knew what needed to be done. The curse was the vilest bit of magic and filled me with no small amount of anger.

“You love your husband don’t you Mrs. Summer.”

“Of course.” I could tell she was regaining some of her composure. She had a strong will.

“Good, take his hand. I need you to call out to him. Dan is lost and is unable to get home. I need you to be his anchor. Call out to him, plead with him, get angry with him whatever works. Above all, tell him how much you love him. Anchor him into this world.”

I turned to Diana. “I need you to support Mrs. Summers. I could tell you’re fond of him as well. ” Diana nodded she knew what to do.

“It’s Liz.” Mrs. Summers said. “I don’t understand all of this. He doesn’t explain half of the things he does at work, but I know that it’s more than simple parking tickets.”

“Alright Liz, please call me Morgan.” I took Dan’s other hand. “Whenever you’re ready.”

While strengthening Dan’s spirit, I could feel that he possesses a touch of the power. I imagine that is what drew the Unseelie Court to him in the first place. Luckily, that power also kept him from falling victim to the curse immediately.

Like a wild beast, the curse reared up and struck out at Diana and Liz, but I stepped in the way. Slashing at it with power the curse began to break up into smaller parts disbursed enough that Dan’s own power now strengthened easily took care of it. Liz call of love to her husband increased that power. When they connected, the curse didn’t have a chance. I slowly removed myself, obliterating any remains of the curse as I exited.

Deputy Summers began to struggle, his eyes opened wide. “Dan baby, calm down you can’t talk with those tubes in your mouth.” I could tell Liz was about to dance about the room in joy. Diana quickly reached for the nurse’s button, and in seconds, two nurses were in the room. I took a step back, trying to blend into the walls. The nurses passed me as if I was not there.

Moving about the room professionally they took down the many numbers off the machines. Dan began to fidget looking impatient. The Deputy didn’t appear to be an ideal patient. Liz and Diana hadn’t stopped smiling. Older women entered the room obviously his physician. She looked over the charts as the nurses began to unhook Dan from the machines. The group spoke for a few minutes surprised at Dan’s recovery, planned a few more tests then left the room.

“Dan baby you hair turned white. You kind of look like a young Steve Martin.” Lifting the curse had that interesting side effect. The doctor just wrote it down but didn’t seem overly concerned.

Dan reached up, trying not to get his IV tangled. “And me without my Mummy.”

Diana groaned.

I giggled coming back into focus. “Are they always like that?”

“Miss Rynders I can’t say I am surprised to find you in this room.” I could tell the Deputy was a bit confused, as he didn’t see me come in through the door. “I’m all a little fuzzy, but I do remember that there was a Missing person report filled out on you.”

“I got found.”

He laughed though I could tell it hurt. “We’ll have to talk when I get out of here.”

“Sure, look forward to it. If you need anything from me, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Deputy Summers gave Diana a satisfied grin. Diana rolled her eyes. Liz came up to me and hugged me close. “I don’t know what you did, but I can’t thank you enough. I don’t know what I would have done without him.”

I walked out the door and right into a large bear hug. A woman laughed. “Greg, let the poor child go she cannot breathe.”

Mr. Kincade seemed a little embarrassed, let me go and quickly introduced me to his wife Stephanie who came to my rescue. Abigail reached over and held my hand. “You look zonked Morgan.”

“I am guessing you haven’t eaten lunch either.” Mrs. Kincade said. “Come on let's feed you it’s the lest we can do. Abigail, you want to join us for lunch how about you Eshne?”

Aunt Eshne declined stating she had to get back to the store but invited me over on Saturday, which I accepted.

Mrs. Kincade who insisted I call her Stephanie was very friendly. I talked a little about my family, but there really wasn’t much to tell. Stephanie had quite the extended family including two sons in the same High School I will be attending. Malcolm, a senior, was on the wrestling team and Stephen who was only a few months older than me was on the football team. In fact, the family had their annual cookout in a few weeks, and it would be great if I could attend.

As Stephanie continued to discuss the virtues of the men in her family, Abbs kept kicking me under the table.

Boys really, like I needed another complication.

What a difference a day makes, turning into a girl, reuniting with Abigail and saving Deputy Summers and today I sit under ‘Father Oak’ trying not to cry.

In my dreams, I walked through an ancient forest beside my mother as she tells me the true names of the objects we passed. I learned of ash, oak, and hawthorn. I learned the true names of beasts and flowers. Elements came to me, spoke of their names and I became one with them and them with me.

Dreams of my mother faded replaced by male Morgan dressed in a Tuxedo running down a hallway in a school I had not seen before. I know I am supposed to be somewhere, but I can’t find Abigail. Music that I heard off in the distance now swirled around me dragging me into another corridor and through a large door. Maybe I am supposed to be at a dance with her.

“Princess you’re late.” A tall man looking like Greg Kincade greeted me warmly at the door then arm in arm escorted me to the dance floor. My clothes changed with each step. Garbed in the purest white, my long gown flowed behind me in a long train. Flowers adorned my hair along with a beautiful silver tiara sitting on top of my head. Dancers bowed to me. I was worried I couldn’t find Abigail.

“You won’t find her in time.”

I looked up startled my escort now replaced with the Fae who kept making duplicates of himself. Unable to resist he pulled me into the center of the room right into a butcher’s yard. People who had just greeted me now lay bloodied on the floor in mangled heaps. Goat girl and a pale-skinned man twirled about the room in a wild dance around Sapphira.

I tried to move towards her, but another Fae grabbed my arm, a grey skin youth with tattoos all over his face. He pushed me into the center of the room. “He is ready for you.” Looking up I faced the Redcap swinging his pike at my head, I couldn’t move.

Opening my eyes, I found myself on my bedroom floor. Confused and a little upset I stumbled into the bathroom to find the experience already becoming ordinary. The day was not improving as I remembered that my clothes no longer fit. Now becoming fully annoyed I made my way downstairs looking for breakfast. Underneath I wore one of my sister’s sports bras. Abigail’s advice was correct as usual, it was more comfortable. I thought maybe Abigail would help me shop however the thought of actually buying a bra didn’t help. I stepped into the kitchen in quite the foul mood. Rebecca still at home started immediately, and for the first time in my life, I struck back.

“You look upset Pumpkin.”

I looked up from the book I wasn’t even reading. Sapphira stood next to me leaning on ‘Father Oak.’ Her childlike image replaced with a young woman dressed in modern looking clothes.

“I had an argument with Rebecca. Seems she was embarrassed that the Police called her at work yesterday.“

“The Police?”

I explained the whole situation, from when I woke up yesterday to helping with Deputy Summers. Now the words poured out, my dreams, my nightmare and everything else. Sapphira took a seat next to me and pulled me close as I started to cry. I couldn’t help myself at least I was able to keep it from raining.

Leaning back, she brushed my hair from my face. “You’re telling me you have never had a fight with your mother before?”

“No, not really I would always retreat into my room and my books. She made me so angry Sapphira, and I lashed out. I could feel her emotions, and I used them against her. Finally, I threw into her face that the only time she has ever really cared for me was when she thought my face was going to be plastered on the back of a milk carton. I then stormed out of the house and ended up here.”

“You forgot your purse.” She said gently with a smile on her lips.

I started to cry again in frustration. She gave a little laugh then held me some more. “You know you’re going to have to apologize to her Morgan but why cry about a purse.”

I took a deep breath. “Just one more thing, Abbs actually picked out a nice purse from my sister’s closet. The problem is that I think it’s a nice purse.” I sat up and looked at her. “If I am really a girl, why was I a boy? You said a princess disappeared but I obviously when I came here I wasn’t a girl. Was it necessary to overly complicate my life?”

“I don’t know Morgan. When you were handed to your Guardians, you were a girl. I asked around and from what I learned is that your appearance in Skogshaven is a complete surprise. A very pleasant surprise to be sure. No one actually thought you were alive.”

I sat back a little shocked. “I don’t understand.”

Sapphira frowned. “I don’t know the whole story.” She reached over and held my hands. “According to rumors, your Guardians were killed, and you were missing. I am guessing that everyone thought you were dead.”

“So Rebecca isn’t my real Guardian.”

Sapphira laughed, “No Pumpkin, she has no power in her at all. Your Guardians would have helped you adjust in this world and the Fae Realm. They would have offered you protection until you were ready. From what it sounds like the Queen is now working overtime to make sure that you can protect yourself. I have no idea how you ended up with the Rynders.”

“So someone else could have cast an enchantment on me to turn me into a boy?”

Sapphira smiled. “Morgan, you had so many enchantments placed on you I didn’t know where to start. I told you it was a mess. Most of the enchantments interfered with others, while others were failing,. Why they did that to you? I don’t know.”

I drew my legs to my chest there was a lot to think about.

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Deputy Sherriff Cindy Rose stood behind her patrol car, reached into the trunk and pulled out an H&K Assault Rifle. She wasn’t alone. Two other officers stood in front of her, grabbing weapons out of their own patrol cars. Such an arsenal seemed a little excessive in a small town, but she was thankful they had it when it was needed.

“Make sure that you're kitted out correctly, these are bad people we are dealing with let’s not take any chances.”

She closed her eyes in prayer, she wished Dan were here. He seemed to know instinctively how to handle such things in a way they always turned out well. As Cindy prepared to close the trunk, memories of when she was a child flashed in her mind. Why does this place feel the same?

“Deputy Rose.” A young girl’s voice came from behind her.

Cindy turned to find Morgan Rynders standing there. She took a little step back. The young girl always made her a little nervous. Why was she here?

“Morgan, you shouldn’t be here it’s dangerous.” How did this little girl escape from those people and a professionally trained police officer couldn’t?

Morgan reached up and gently touched the Deputy’s face. “You have been there. Want to tell me about it.”

Cindy was shocked. She relaxed maybe this young girl did understand. The Deputy hesitated at first but then felt compelled to tell Morgan of her experience in the forest when she was a child. Brought up in town she knew the dangers of the woods, so she always made sure to stay on the paths. Unfortunately, when walking her dog one afternoon, the leash broke and without thinking Cindy chased the animal into the forest.

“I have been in many forests since then, but it was different. It was beautiful Morgan. I was a foolish little girl. I should have just waited for Rusty to run back out of the woods.”

Now totally lost, she became scared, as there seemed to be no way out. Something was also following her. Cindy could hear its breathing. Whatever it was terrified her.

“Stepping into a clearing, I sat down on a stump and began to cry. I knew I wasn’t going to see my parents again. I was positive the creature was a wolf and like in ’Little Red Riding Hood,’ it was going eat me. I don’t know how long I sat and cried, but when I looked up, there was a kind looking woman smiling down at me. She wanted to know if I was lost.”

Happy to see another person but a little afraid Cindy was relieved when the woman took her hand and walked her out of the woods. Back at the library, Deputy Rose turned around to thank the old woman, but she was gone as if she never existed.

“Amazingly, I spent two days in those woods. It didn’t seem like two days. Of course, Rusty came home without me, which was horrible for my parents. I tried to explain to my them about what I saw but couldn’t.” Deputy Rose looked at Morgan. “You’re the first person I could really tell my story to, isn’t that strange.”

“Deputy Rose, I need you to give me twenty minutes before you enter that home.”

“What you have to be kidding Morgan, it’s dangerous. We do not know what we will find. I assume the kidnappers are long gone but just in case.” Cindy stopped. “It’s about the forest isn’t it?”

“It is.” Morgan began to walk away. “Let’s say I could take away those memories.”

“No thank you, Morgan, I appreciate the offer, but they are part of me.”

The young girl smiled and nodded. “Cindy Rose, you have done us service, if you need our help, you just have to ask.”

Deputy Sheriff Cindy Rose thought that was an odd thing to say, but when she looked for Morgan, the young girl was gone.

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Sile sat in the center of the dark room staring at a picture of an old man and women smiling in front of a group of palm trees. They seemed happy too bad they now lay in a pool of their own blood upstairs. Those of the Unseelie Court only believed in self, not others. She didn’t really care that they were dead, if you cannot defender yourself from the strong then you deserved your fate. Tossing the picture across the room, she growled.

Sile thought she had finally freed herself from the Orkneyjar sorcerer. Since the end of the last war, the Scottish vampire had prospered. In the big cities of Europe Unseen could disappear, live well and if need feed on society undesirables without causing problems.

No one had died from her hand for almost 50 years. It’s not that she cared if they died but it made her life more comfortable. Feed, take away their memories nice and clean. She could dance, enjoy the music of the time and have a lover or two if she wanted. Living with some of the other Unseen wasn’t an issue either, no one wanted to cause problems. It was not in their best interest. Now it was all over. She had such a lovely flat near the Seine. Maybe old lady Moliá¨re would place her belongings in a safe place.

A shadow moved into the room. “Did you feed?”

Sile shook her head. “They did not know how to dance.”

“No matter, the curse has been lifted. So the child has returned.” Eághan took a seat across from Sile. “You were right for me not to slay that mortal.”

It didn’t matter if the mortal lived or died. It didn’t. “Beware Eághan, she must have come into her power.” The sorceress couldn’t believe the curse he cast, raising the Sluagh, the centuries must have rotted his brain. They were uncontrollable.

Manfred entered the room pulling off a black leather jacket. “She is a whelp. We might need to move Eághan again, but this is better than the other house.”

“She still is of the blood Manfred, she might surprise you,” Sile said.

The Draugr turned to Sile. “Lass, with her Guardians dead she does not even know what she faces. She holds no true allegiances, has no allies. The girl must understand that her security is but an illusion. ”

Sile knew this was unwise, for what so Eághan can gain power, to use it because you can. Such foolishness, this was not the highlands of Scotland. Skogshaven was not an isolated village.

“What are you going to invite her for lunch, perhaps a cuppa of tea?” Sile asks dropping into her old Gaelic accent.

“Yes, I believe we can all be civilized Sile. Remember we do need her cooperation by force if necessary but if she does this willingly so much the better. Have Jabol meet with her. We will parley. As an Arbitrator, she cannot refuse. Plan the meeting in the spot of her own choosing. Say noon, to show that we are willing to meet her when our power is not as strong.”

Manfred laughed. “Eághan , do you always play with your food?”

Sile believed it was all hubris.
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“Tina, so what do our good friends at The New England Wild Flower Society say I do about these accursed weeds?” Ella didn’t bother to look up at her grandchild, she knew she wasn’t doing anything productive. Getting her clothes dirty was not a priority for a fifteen-year-old girl.

“Cardboard.” Tina sat on a small stone bench with the latest magazine from the Society in her lap. Lightly dressed Tina appeared more interested in getting some sun as opposed to her grandmother who wore jeans, boots, a heavy shirt and thick gloves. Both wore wide brim hats, although only Ella actually had it on her head.

“Bring the magazine here child.” As the pair looked over the article, another woman opened the small wooden door to the garden. “Ella, Greg just called he said that they are all on their way back home. Everything turned out well.”

“That’s good news, Amy.” The older woman sounded relieved.

“Greg also said that Dad wants to have a family meeting and he is bringing a guest home.”

“Oh good are we going to have a grill-out then Mom?”

“Sounds like a good reason as any.” Amy smiled as she came up behind her child and gave her a hug.

“Tell Brandon or Stephen to go down into the meat locker and check on the what we have left for a grill out with everyone.”

“Tina, there should be still plenty of Lori’s venison burgers in there so please check on those first.” Ella started to take off her garden gloves. “Who are they bringing home?”

“Morgan Rynders”

“Good.” Ella was interested in finally meeting this young girl.

Two range rovers moved up the long road towards the Kincade Family compound. Ella could see her husband Richard driving the lead vehicle while his brother Greg drove the second. Behind Richard sat her two sons Charlie and William. Behind Greg sat his eldest Malcolm in a very animated discussion with a young girl. She seemed out of place amongst the large men of the Kincade family.

Stephanie Kincade joined the two other women as the vehicles parked on the other side of one of the buildings. “Malcolm seems happy to be sitting next to Morgan.”

“Oh, that’s right Steph. You met the girl the other week.” Amy said as she watched the men get out of the vehicle. Malcolm didn’t appear to stop talking. “I thought that your son and that Brandy girl were a couple.”

Stephanie shrugged. “Brandy is a nice enough girl Amy I just dislike her father.”

“The mayor isn’t that bad of a man Stephanie,” Ella commented reaching toward her approaching husband for a kiss. “Good hunting?”

Richard Kincade gave an odd smile. The other husbands also greeted their wives as Malcolm and Morgan stood to the side.

“Is that a Viking Longhouse,” Morgan asked Malcolm, as the married pairs were busy for a moment. A 75-foot wooden structure stood in the center of the compound. Made mostly of wood, a good bit of its construction was very modern including the Olympic size swimming pool seen in the back.

“Pretty cool huh.”

“Morgan, this is my wife, Delilah.” The head of the Kincade family began to give introductions.

“Ignore him, Morgan, everyone else calls me Ella.” She greeted the young girl warmly then pointed back to the red-haired woman. “This is Amy, she is Williams’s wife, and you know Stephanie of course.”

Stephanie walked over and to give Morgan a hug. “Good to see you again.”

“Mom, Brandon said there looked to be plenty of venison left.” Tina approached the group speaking to Amy. “So we thought we would go swimming.”

Like a carnivore seeing its prey, Tina darted forward ignoring whatever might have come from her mother’s mouth. “Oh hi, I’m Tina you must be Morgan.”

Before Morgan could reply, Tina grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her away. “Cool, I’ll give you the Grande tour and then we can get some pool time in while the dads are grilling.”

“Swimming I don’t have a bathing suit...Mr. Kincade...” Morgan began while being unceremoniously dragged away.

Richard Kincade smiled at the pleading look. “I’m sure we have extra around here so have fun Morgan, we will catch up to you later.”

“Hey wait up.” Malcolm joined the pair.

“Nice to see you too Mal,” Stephanie whispered as she watched her son follow the two girls. “He seemed very animated in the car Dear.”

Her husband Greg grinned. “Our boy found himself a girl that seems to like computer games. He was talking something about frame rates or some such, and she generally seemed interested.”

“So that little girl is the one who healed Dan where Eshne Teague couldn’t. I find it hard to believe Richard.”

“That’s her Ella,” Greg said. “But she is a lot more focused.”

“Trust me, Mom, from what I saw today you wouldn’t think otherwise.” Charlie Kincade watched the three kids disappear into the Longhouse. “Actually, I’m not even sure if Morgan needed our protection.”

“I’m not too sure about that Charlie.” The Elder Kincade said. ”Still, I think she was more than just polite.”

“Just remind me not to get her angry.” William Kincade laughed.

All of the men agreed.

Ella turned watching the three children disappear into the longhouse. She was suddenly unsure if it was OK for them to be alone with the young girl.

During the summer months, it took no effort to convince the Kincade clan to grill-out for the evening. To the trained eye, one could see that it was a well-organized affair. The men, for the most part, insisted on grilling. Tonight’s meal would include venison patties, elk sausage, and Alaska Salmon.

“Those are vegetables.” Greg Kincade pointed with his tongs at marinated round disks of eggplant.

His wife laughed as she pushed him out of the way to lay them on the grill. “Yes, well people do eat them you know. “

“What, I eat potatoes.”

“Good for you dear.” Stephanie smiled. “Our guest doesn’t really eat a lot of red meat.”

“She seems very popular with Lori’s youngest.” Ella passed Greg a beer. Lori’s girls, Ella's two granddaughters, seemed to have attached themselves to Morgan.

The youngest Emma sat on her lap while Olivia who just turned seven was busy trying to braid Morgan’s hair. Ella found it odd that it didn’t stop there. Surrounding Morgan was a number of the younger children and a few of the teenagers. To top it all off, it looked like Stephen and Malcolm were making sure that the Kincade children did not overwhelm Morgan.

“That’s rather odd. Stephanie doesn’t it look like Morgan is holding court.”

Greg Kincade started to cough violently choking on his beer.

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Mr. Kincade seemed quite the take-charge sort of person. Our little group climbed into a pair of Range Rovers and took off towards the outskirts of town. I had heard rumors of the Kincade compound. Some said they all lived in some gigantic mansion with dozens of rooms while others said they all lived in caves. Malcolm thought that story was funny.

On the drive up to the compound, I found myself sitting next to Stephanie’s son. Surprisingly enough he seemed shy at first, he didn’t really seem the type. Disappointed that I knew nothing about sports, he perked up when we began to talk about computer games. We compared some of the most popular first-person shooters and the adventure games I really liked. By the time we rolled up to the compound, Malcolm had turned towards the more technical aspects of video games from camera angels to voice-overs. I knew nothing about the subject, but it was interesting.

So all of the Kincade’s didn’t all live in some sort of mega-mansion. However, the compound consisted of some lovely houses, all architecturally designed to be part of the landscape. I thought the effect stunning, and I approved that the family didn’t strip the hills bare. I had a feeling being Weres that they were closer to the natural than most. Of course, by now with my newfound skills, I knew them to be Were-bears though I had not seen them change.

The other men quickly exited the vehicles making their way to a group of woman who stood in front of a large building. I didn’t know what to expect to see inside the compound, but a Viking Longhouse wasn’t it. It was merging of the modern with the ancient.

As we tried to ignore the adult’s affectionate greeting, I asked Malcolm about it. Before he could really do more than agree it was interesting, I was introduced to Richards’s wife and another woman named Amy. Stephanie stepped forward to embrace me with a hug. They all greeted me warmly, which was something I really needed after my meeting with the Unseelie Court.

Then Tina the tornado as I sometimes affectionately called her came into my life. She was my age and the daughter of Amy and William Kincade and the granddaughter of Richard and Ella. After informing her mom that there was plenty of food for the grill-out, I came under her expert eye. Like a tornado, which pulled in everything that comes near, Tina grabbed me and started to drag me away. Richard Kincade infuriatingly just told me to have fun. Damn that man.

“I really didn’t bring a suit, Tina.” I tried to protest as we entered the Longhouse.

The girl thing wasn’t too alien anymore but the thought of wearing a swimsuit and then it hit me. Sidhe actually don’t have modesty problems. I really wasn’t all that embarrassed. It was rather disturbing. As my objections tapered off Malcolm tried to come to my rescue.

“Tina, let the poor girl breath.”

She turned and gave him a knowing smile. “Fine Malcolm if you would like to join us I'm just going to give her the tour.”

We picked up Malcolm younger brother Stephen along the way coming out of a back door. One look at me and he quickly volunteered to tag along. The emotions coming off the two of them were way beyond my comfort range. Though they behaved liked gentleman even if they were overenthusiastic gentlemen. Tina, for the most part, ignored them.

The Kincade Longhouse had more than a large hall. Several adjourning rooms contain comfortable couches, televisions and pool tables. A large table in front of a massive stone fireplace dominated the hall. At the head of the table was a chair what could only be described as a throne adorned with intricate bear figures. The bear did seem to be the overwhelming motif of the hall.

The tour continued with the downstairs and the very modern kitchen and walk-in coolers with all imaginable foodstuffs. I wasn’t all that surprised to find that it also contained a massive quantity of game meats. For some reason, the trio found it necessary to show me every room in the Longhouse except for one. A set of large double doors lead to an area that was off limits. Tina said it was Richards’s home office.

We lost both boys when Tina brought me into the girl’s dressing room to find a bathing suit. It was nicely decorated and really looked a lot like a spa. I tried to insist on one piece but was overruled.

“Morgan, you have a great body why cover it up.”

Once again, I thought I would be embarrassed, but my new Sidhe nature overruled any objections. We quickly got dressed and for the first time in my life ending up in a cute red and blue two-piece bathing suit.

The view from beside the pool was breathtaking with the mountain range called The Berkshires, which are part of the Appalachians off in the distance. The pool itself was an Olympic size in length but not in width along with Jacuzzis and a smaller kiddy type wading pool off the side. On the side of the Longhouse sat several grills already manned by the older male members of the Kincade clan. Tina never left my side as she began to introduce me to more of the clan

“I’m a little jealous Tina, you have a great family.”

Tina gave me a big smile and hug at the compliment. She was apparently very proud of them. After a brief swim, we seemed to collect a few more people. Two were adorable sisters Olivia and Emma who for some reason found me fascinating. Emma decided that she liked my lap most of all and proclaimed that I needed to braid her hair. Her sister decided I needed braids. My lack of braiding skill was highly amusing to both of them.

The rest of the day and dinner went by quickly. It was family style with lots of meats on the table. Thankfully, there were a large number of vegetables as well, so I didn’t go hungry. Emma didn’t leave my lap much to the embarrassment of her mother, Lori. By the end of the meal, Emma was sound asleep.

“Lori if you can take Emma off of Morgan’s lap we do need to have a meeting.” The head of the Kincade clan laughed.

“Thanks for taking care of her Morgan.” Lori came by and picked her up. I was a little sad. She was sweet. I realized that my kind have a real fondness for children, maybe because we have so few. “You’ll make a wonderful mother someday.”

Another complication added to my life, but it did not sound so bad.

I laid my head on the side of a bed in the ICU at the Eastpoint Medical Center. A bed in which held my mother, Rebecca. Holding her hand anguish and frustration flooded my small frame. The sorcerer Eá²ghan warned that security was an illusion. In my naivety, I assumed that he was threatening my safety. Guilt threatened to overwhelm me, I happily accepted protection from the Kincade’s for an afternoon of fun while my mother drove home defenseless.

The family meeting had not gone on very long before Stephanie broke the news. After almost all but the oldest children left the room, along with some of the mothers with younger children, Richard Kincade began the introductions. My job brought some gasps, but overall the attitude was accepting. The Kincades had lived next to the forest long enough to understand the benefits of having an Arbitrator. A few Arbitrators were working inside the Fae Realm as a go-between in disputes the ultimate being, of course, the Fae Queens. However, I was unique an Arbitrator in the mortal realm as well, making me an Ambassador for my people.

Only one of the Kincade family members scoffed at the idea of me being in charge of anything. How could someone like me force the Fae to do anything? I could tell that there were others who thought the same but only Andrew, Williams’s oldest son challenged me. He even called me a little girl.

Tired of being called little I calmly explained while drawing in a portion of my power that I was a Princess of the Summer Court and daughter of Mab Warrior Queen of the Fae. The effect was startling. I will have to try that in front of a mirror I must look very different. Andrew looked even more nervous when Mal moved his chair away from Andrew to sit on the other side of the room. He said it was to keep out of the line of fire. I could see a satisfied grin on Mal’s face when he did that.

With my accreditation in order, we discussed Deputy Dan’s kidnapping. When I explained that his life force had been absorbed and that he was a victim of a Curse, I could feel the fury in the room. Stephanie commented that the hospital scheduled his release sometime next week. It was good news. The deputy still needed time to heal his spirit and body and being at home in a loving environment would be better than from a hospital bed.

Richard Kincade brought up my attempted kidnapping, and I talked about the Fae I faced. Although I described the attackers, I reminded them that all Fae have the ability to be unseen. The meeting went no further as news of my mother's accident was revealed to me.

I remembered little of leaving the Kincade compound. Stephanie grabbed her husband and Mal, brought me to her car and drove me to the hospital. They tried to keep my spirits up, but I was numb.

“Morgan, they are going to allow you to stay the night.”

Stephanie reentered the room after speaking with the doctors. Although the Kincade’s were not immediate family, they do have connections inside the hospital. I cannot describe the relief of her staying by my side. The doctors tried to comfort me, but my mother’s prognosis was not very good. I could tell that they were surprised she survived the crash. Stephanie insisted that they tell me the whole truth. I thanked her for that. I needed to know exactly what was wrong with my mother.

“Thank you, Stephanie.” I tried to smile. Turning back to Rebecca I continued to concentrate. My mother’s injuries were horrible, and I spent the time reinforcing her own body’s ability to heal. Maybe in the future, I could just wave my hand and heal someone, but now I was afraid I would cause more harm. Already I could tell that she was out of immediate danger. I looked up visiting hours were over. Reaching over I kissed my mother on the head and left the room with Mrs. Kincade.

The three of us sat in a small private family room next to the ICU. Stephanie held me for a few minutes as tears ran down my face. Enough I thought to myself and drew in my power. I turned to Greg.

“What happened?”

All three jumped at my change.

Greg pulled out his phone and began to read something off the screen. “According to the Police reports her car left the highway and slammed into an embankment. At first, it was believed your mother lost control, but there is some evidence she was forced off the road.”

“No witnesses?”

Greg shook his head. “What are you going to do?” He knew I was more than a simple teenager and he was right.

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I sat staring out the window as the Kincade’s discussed their plans. Stephanie insisted that she spend the night with me at the hospital, which I was thankful. Deciding she would need some things so Greg and Stephanie would return to the compound and leave me with Mal to keep me company. Mal agreed. I could tell that he was feeling protective towards me.

With the parents gone at least for a little while, Mal nervously moved next to me. We sat in silence for a few minutes before he asked me if I was hungry. Food was the last thing on my mind but I told him to go ahead and eat. He stood there obviously conflicted about what to do. He seemed ready to leap forward to comfort me but I could also feel a little fear.

“Mal you know….”

“Hey Morgan, I wanted to tell you thanks for slamming Andy.”

“Andy?”

“My cousin the guy who decided that you’re just a little girl so you can’t do anything” He emphasized the little girl part. “He’s been a total jerk all summer. Just because he is going to college this year doesn’t make him better than the rest of us.”

I giggled. “You should have seen his face when you said you were getting out of the firing line.”

We both laughed, that seemed to lessen the tension between us. Mal was a nice person, he really was but I had no desire to start dating boys. In addition, I was going out with Abigail. I calmly ignored the Sidhe part of me stating that having multiple lovers is quite acceptable.

“Oh my, aren’t you just scrumptious.” A sultry voice interrupted the nice atmosphere. “Is he your boyfriend your Highness.” A white hair woman dressed in tight jeans and a green blouse sauntered into the room giving off strong sexual energy.

Mal shot up in an instant but goat girl’s glamor slammed into him. He looked confused, his face all flushed as he stepped towards her. Suddenly Mal shook his head and stood their defiantly. I was glad to see him throw off the glamour quickly he had a strong will. The pair then stood toe to toe almost growling at one another.

“Enough of that.” I projected my voice. I almost laughed aloud as the two jumped back looking embarrassed.

“Mal, you said you were hungry. Please go get something to eat while I speak with Sile.”

He reluctantly left but not before giving Sile a threatening glare.

“I don’t imagine you’re here to gloat?”

“No your Highness.” Sile took a chair across from me. “You made a mistake so learn from it. You are new to the game and trust me Eá²ghan won’t give you a second chance. That advice was free. The rest is going to cost you.”

“Why”

She hesitated for a second then realized that wasn’t my question. “Your Highness let me explain to you that I am a self-centered, self-absorbed bitch. The members of the Winter Court only look out for themselves. So I am not doing this because it’s the right thing to do.”

“You’re looking out for yourself. So why are you interested in…leaving Eá²ghan?”

“I had tried before. As usual he was in search of increasing his power and we ended up somewhere deep in Poland. The Emperor had just passed through on his way to Russia and the chaos that it caused gave Eá²ghan time to track down what he wanted.”

Emperor? I then realized she was talking about Napoleon.

“Little did he know we were being hunted. I still have no idea how those mortals found us, they should not have been able to see us. We ended up trapped in a small village outside Kraká³w. In the middle of the fight, I ran for my life. I hoped that they would kill Eá²ghan and I could be free. Obviously he survived the attack.”

I was surprised to see her agitated and a bit sad. Not something I would expect from a member of the Unseelie Court. “Why is he here?”

“Eá²ghan found me a few years ago in Paris. He walked into my flat, killed my lover and dragged me out. I don’t think he was even looking for me all of those years.” She sat in the chair staring at the floor. “He found something interesting in this town apparently. As usual he won’t tell me all of his plans.”

“What about the Wild Hunt?”

She looked up and gave me a smile. “Plans within plans, I don’t think he cares about the Host. He will call a Hunt to hide what he is actually doing. “

“So why are you claiming Sanctuary Sile.” I remember the runes carved into the table at the Norse.

“I wish to be free of that sorcerer.” She whispered. “You can protect me. I will of course need to hide for a while, maybe a hundred years or so then I will get out of your hair.”

“I am not happy about your nature Sile, this town is not your hunting ground.”

“I understand. Let me tell you Morgan I haven’t killed anyone in fifty years. Not because I didn’t want to but because it wasn’t good for me. I fed and they were none the wiser. I promise that I will do no ‘real’ harm to any humans in this town.”

“What about the other night?”

Sile closed her eyes. “I have to thank you for that your Highness. I almost lost myself. Your presence brought me back. I don’t say thank you ever but I will do so now.”

I’ll have to work something out, I wasn’t going to let Sile loose on Skogshaven. A thought for a moment, a hundred years of living with Sile, “If you help us Sile I swear that we will protect you from harm. You may claim Sanctuary. By Ash, Oak and Hawthorne so do I swear.” I say very formally.

I could see the tension flow out of her. She nodded. “Remember your Highness that I am a self-absorbed bitch so if things go badly I am going to run.”

“I understand.” I still didn’t trust Sile as far as I could throw her and that was pretty far.

“The people who tried to kill your mother are called the Dunkelheit. They are swords for hire among the Unseelie Court. They are not interested in blood during the hunt but slaves.”

A chill ran down my spine.

She stood up. “I must leave your Highness. Eá²ghan believes I am out feeding.” She began to walk out the door but stopped. With her back to me, she said. “You know Morgan, you’re a prisoner here as much as I am. No one in the Winter Court wants an Arbitrator running around and not everyone in the Summer Court approves of you either. It’s one thing to like humans. It’s another thing to live with them.”

What she said came to no surprise. I wondered why there wasn’t a flow of help from the Fae Realm. “Politics.”

She laughed. “Politics, I am glad you understand. I hate stupid allies.”

A detailed van with heavily tinted windows drove down a small country road in eastern Massachusetts. It slipped quickly in the shadows almost as if it was a shadow itself. Manfred sat back pleased with tonight’s work. Eá²ghan would pay well in flesh and Manfred’s power would rise inside the Dunkelheit. The Princess was a whelp. She might have sounded sure of herself under the sun but she didn’t know the powers that faced her.

The occupants of the van so sure of themselves failed to see the forest closing in around them. As the vehicle made a turn, a large root burst from the ground throwing the van into the air. The occupants cried out as a second root, tearing up asphalt along the way wrapped itself around the van crushing it. The dark Fae tried to escape but heavy growth poured from the roots covering the windows and doors.

Screams of surprise turned to terror as the roots started to drag the van towards the forest. Suddenly on the edge of the woods, a great hole opened up under the trees. Like a great maw, the roots pushed the vehicle down into the hole. The screams continued as the ground slowly closed upon the occupants of the van. The forest was then quiet all evidence of the violence erased.

A tall woman in the purist white, with long blond hair stepped out of the woods. A crown of white stars circled her head. “Duke Uilleam quit your hiding, it’s beneath you.” The woman commanded.

A tall Sidhe dressed in casual Golfing attire stepped out from the other side of the forest. He walked up to the woman in white and kneeled. “Your Majesty.”

“Oh get on with it Uilleam, what?”

“I don’t think the Court will approve.”

“Fiddlesticks, I was just taking out the trash as the humans say.” The Sidhe Queen looked down. “Oh do get up Uilleam you look ridiculous in that outfit by the way. So where is your son?”

Duke Uilleam smiled at his Queen. “He is on his way, Mab. He isn’t pleased about it though.”

“We all have our duties, you know that as well as I. Plus no one will object to him coming to her aid. In fact, they will all secretly approve.”

“Perhaps but I think you are correct.” The Sidhe Duke knew that his Queen was the master of Court politics. Looking about the forest, Uilleam could not help but admire her style. “I will say that was splendidly done.”

“Trust me Uilleam, no one threatens my child and gets away with it.” Mab at that moment looked every bit like the Warrior Queen of legend.

It should be of no surprise that nightmares initially plagued my dreams. Luckily, I didn’t wake Stephanie and managed to fall back to sleep. I now stood in a familiar but not so familiar forest. It’s like when you dream of school, it’s not your school it’s your dream school. Anytime you dream of school, you’re in that school, familiar but not familiar.

Hesitantly I stepped on a sure-footed path. Making my way deeper into the woods the sides of the path fell away. Now well above the forest, I spied a dark figure ahead of me. Drawing closer I thought it might be a tall man. My journey continued, but the footing soon became treacherous and unsteady. The dangers did not bother me as I now had a goal.

The man now stood facing away from me at the end of the high path. Below there was nothingness. I could now tell that he was a Sidhe with long brown hair tied up in a ponytail. He wore an old battered WWII Bomber jacket. I called out to him, but he did not reply.

Now finally close enough to touch his jacket, he turned and smiled at me. The young man wore old fashion motorcycle goggles on his face, but I could see he had very kind eyes. That thought disturbed me.

“Choose my Princess.” He took my hand. The road no longer ended, branches opened up everywhere, and all of the paths were treacherous.

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Warm kisses woke me up, for a moment, I thought it was the Sidhe, but the smell of wildflowers gave the lips away. I turned my head and looked up into the eyes of Abigail. It was a pleasant surprise I only spoke to her a few minutes the night before.

“Good morning Morgan.”

I smiled and tried to sit up. I had pulled two of the chairs together. One of the few benefits I have found with my lost height. It was far from the most comfortable sleeping arrangement. We spoke for a few minutes about the accident, but there was a lot more I wanted to talk to her about.

Moreover, Stephanie was not in the room, but I could hear her talking outside. Even on the other side of a closed door, I could clearly tell she was speaking with Eshne Teague, Abigail’s Aunt. The pair made some sort of decision about me, so glad I was involved. Before I could comment to Abigail, the two women entered the room.

“Good morning Morgan.” Stephanie carried what appeared to be breakfast. She set down a basket of pastries, muffins and big fluffy biscuits. Eshne Teague gave me a warm hug and told me how sorry she was that my mother was hurt.

As Stephanie passed out containers of orange juice, she explained that the Doctor had come by. Very pleased with my mother’s recovery they decided to move her to a private room. Abigail gave me a big hug as I grinned at the news. Wiping a tear from my eye, I picked up a blueberry muffin and asked between bites.

“So is this the switch off of the adults watching me?”

Abigail Aunt looked startled, but Stephanie gave me a knowing smile.

“Yes dear, I must go home.” I could tell that Stephanie wanted to stay, but she had her own family. “Be sure to call me if anything else changes or you need to talk.”

“Thank everyone for me, please. And be sure to tell Mal thanks for hanging out with me last night.” I frowned. “We still need to talk to Stephanie, more so now.”

“Richard called for a Council meeting tomorrow night,” Eshne commented. ”He had already spoken to most of the others.”

Others? Apparently, my understanding of the powers in this town was lacking. So besides Witches, Were-bears and the Fae what else lived here? Of course, having an unusual forest in your backyard would most likely attract all sorts of the Unseen. I figured I would need to quiz Abigail later.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you are asked to be on the council Morgan,” Stephanie said while buttering a biscuit.

Eshne seemed surprised at the comment. “Morgan I didn’t get all of what happened, but it supposedly concerns your job. I wasn’t aware you had other responsibilities. Richard insisted that this information came from you.”

I could tell that she was a little annoyed with me. Well a lot really, I imagine the reason was that I didn’t invite her to my meeting with the Unseelie. I rationalized I wanted to keep the numbers small, but actually, I didn’t want to get Abigail involved. I didn’t want to worry her. It was now a moot point everyone was involved.

I turned to Abigail. “You didn’t mention to anyone about my family?” When I emphasize the family part, her hand went to her mouth.

“No...I mean...was I supposed to?”

I smiled. She hadn’t told her Aunt about my mother. I was surprised but actually a little pleased. Still failing to pass that little tidbit of information was not going to make her Aunt happy. I realized that alienating the Witches in the town even under good intentions was a mistake. I was failing at the responsibilities my mother assigned to me.

My foolishness also almost cost me, Rebecca. Waiting two days for this information was unacceptable. Eshne needed it yesterday.

Waving my hand, I set several powerful wards around the room. Eshne eyes opened wide as I drew in my power. Abigail squeaked.

“Eshne Teague, I apologize for not including you yesterday it was for selfish reasons. I am Morgan, daughter of Mab, Princess of the Summer Court and Arbitrator.”

“Arbitrator Morgan?” Eshne asked a little hesitantly

“Yes, Eshne.” I continued leaving nothing out.

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After lunch, the three of us sat in my mother’s rooms as she slept peacefully. Pulling over a chair, I took my mother’s right hand. She still had a long way to go. Her left leg and left arm were in a cast. Bruised all over her face, her head covered in bandages she still looked a hundred percent better than last night.

Stephanie had left a few hours earlier but said she would check up on me later. A number of other women since I spoke with Eshne came in and out of the hospital. They all seemed very excited upon meeting me. I was surprised to find that one of the women was actually the principal of the High School.

I continued to hold her hand, reinforcing my mom’s natural healing as we spoke about Abigail’s walk through the woods. Emotions flashed across Eshe's face. I knew she was still upset for me not filling her in sooner. She had every right to be, but the story of Abigail’s meeting with the Wood-Wife brought her to tears. The Wood-Wives were the gentle caretakers of the forests.

“Abagail, my grandmother used to tell me wonderful stories about the Fae and of her friend Sabina.”

Like Deputy Rose, when she was little Eshne grandmother wandered into the woods. Lost she came across a large friendly green dog who guided her to Sabina. Her grandmother didn’t know how long she spent with Sabina in the forest, but she had been gone well over a month. Eshne remembered other stories about her grandmother disappearing into the woods for months or longer throughout her life.

“She always had an air about her that was different from everyone else.” Abigail’s Aunt smiled fondly remembering her grandmother. “I know now it’s because she spent so much time in the Fae Realm.”

Eshne turned to Abigail. “Please Abigail. Promise me that you won’t go into the woods again unless you are with Morgan.”

Abigail looked confused. “I thought the only reason why I could go into the woods was because of Morgan?”

“Perhaps child but I think you’re more like my Grandmother. As you know, the majority of people cannot enter the woods they find themselves back where they started. Our Magisters have been studying the woods for many years. It is thought that a special few have an affinity to the forest. This affinity runs in our family.”

“Your Highness,” Eshne said I am guessing this is a formal request. She had been calling me Morgan all morning. “If permissible could you speak to one of our Magisters? It might be beneficial to all of us.”

“Yes, that should be possible.” I could see a long discussion with Sapphira in the future. I now felt so out of my depth with the lack of knowledge about what is going on. This lack of knowledge is going to get someone killed more than likely it’s going to be me.

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In a desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes, Aunt Eshne drove me back to my house. Actually, I had a feeling that neither of them was going to leave me by myself. After giving Eshne the three-cent tour, she explained that she needed to go home and pick up a few things as well. When she revealed that they were also planning to spend the night at the hospital with me, I started to cry. I have been so alone most of my life. I have never had so many people concerned for my well-being.

Abigail quickly came to my side, and Aunt Eshne joined into a big three-way hug. “Of course Morgan, you’re very dear to us.”

As soon as Aunt Eshne left the condominium, my pack of house Fae came to greet me. It took a moment for the dozen or so little girls with fairy wings to sort themselves out. Bria, the leader of the small gang who borrowed sugar from me what seemed ages ago, told me how sorry they were to hear about Rebecca’s accident. They didn’t particularly care for her because of how she treated me, but they knew I was upset.

“If there is anything we can do your Highness, please ask.”

“How did you hear about her accident?” The three of us really did not talk about it when we got home just now.

“We heard about it from some of our sisters at the hospital.” She looked a little embarrassed. “Sapphira asked me to keep an eye on you. You’re very important to us Your Highness.”

"Thank you for that Bria, you are all important to me as well.”

I slapped my hand to my head. What was I thinking? Once again, I am not using everything I had at my disposal to do my job. I gave them a quick overview of what was happening. Bria knew some of it, but the rest of the girls were horrified.

“I have a favor to ask all of you. Can you and your sisters be my eyes and ears as well? We need to find the Unseelie lair.”

As one, they all made a deep curtsey. “We shall do as your command, your Highness.”

“Please be careful my friends. Don’t put yourself in jeopardy.”

“Oh, Morgan.” I turned around completely forgetting that Abigail was still in the room. She had a look of awe and wonder on her face as they flew away.

The telephone interrupted whatever Abigail was going to say. It was something mundane but important. It was Rebecca’s work. My mother’s assistant Lori wanted to let me know that the office had taken care of everything. Rebecca was now on sick leave and if necessary long-term disability. The whole office sent their very best and if I needed anything just call.

As I hung up the phone, the sound of a motorcycle came from my driveway. I could tell it was going to be a busy night. Last night’s dream comes to me as I made my way to the door stopping in the middle of the den as the doorbell rang.

“Morgan, what’s the problem?” Abigail asked from the kitchen.

“I don’t know.” I turned to her. “Abs, can you please stay in the kitchen.”

I wasn’t afraid someone was going to break in. I had set up several wards around the house. No member of the Unseelie Court was going to be able to enter. The doorbell rang again.

I stood in front of the door for a couple of breaths then opened it. No surprise, a tall Sidhe wearing a bomber jacket stood before me. He really did seem familiar.

“Greetings your Highness, I am Lord Alexander, son of Duke Uilleam.” He had a light Bostonian accent. After giving a very courtly bow, Alexander gave me a flashing smile.

Really, was he supposed to kiss my hand next? This one was as bad as Sile and her shenanigans. I raised an eyebrow at him. That must have messed up whatever else he was supposed to say. Stumbling over his next words, Alexander suddenly stopped talking.

“Want to start over Alex?” I smiled. I will admit he did have kind eyes.

He nodded. “Hi, I’m Alex, my dad, and your mom sent me to help you.”

“Hi yourself, you might as well come in.” I noticed he had a blue BU shirt under his jacket.

What surprised me was that he picked up a pair of swords from the side of the stairs. “You normally carry swords around?”

“One can never be too careful your Highness.”

“Very true.” I took his a jacket and set it on a hanger in the closet. “Alex please put the swords in the closet. Nothing is going to bother us in my home. So do you actually go to Boston University?”

It was a wild guess he rather reminded me of a frat boy.

“I’m a sophomore.”

“So, what’s your major?” I asked as we walked through the den.

“Poly Sci”

“Cool.” I brought Alex into the kitchen.

Abigail took one look at him. “Is he a relative of yours Morgan?”

“Hi I’m Alex, you must be Abigail.” He walked over and shook her hand. “You’re right I am her cousin.”

“You’re not just here just for a family visit.”

Alex shook his head. “No, I was sent by Queen Mab to help her out.”

She looked at him confused. “I thought you weren’t going to get any help.”

“Oh, I’m a special case.”

“Special in what way?” I had a bad feeling about this.

He looked embarrassed for a moment then blurted. “I’m your fiancé.”


Could be worse, Alex could be my brother. What to do? Accept all of being a Princess of the Summer Court but deny an arranged marriage. I cannot just select what I like and ignore the rest. If I am a Princess, I really do have to accept the idea of an arranged marriage. Am I going to be happy about it? No. For the thousandth time, I wished for my mother’s advice.

“I’m sorry I know this must come as a big shock.” Alex tried to explain. He then grinned getting a good look at Abigail. She had a death grip on my arm while shooting daggers at him with her eyes. “Abigail is…”

“My girlfriend.” I could feel Abigail’s grip relax. I leaned over and kissed her on the check.

“That’s cool, I thought about telling Kelly, but she would freak. Jack thought it was hysterical.”

“Who are they?” Abigail asked.

“Oh, the people I am currently dating.”

I thought Abigail was going to explode. “How can you date two people…and…have a fiancée? You're unfaithful to Morgan.”

I turned to Abigail, giving her an amused smile. “Sweetie, how can you be upset that he is my betrothed and at the same time be upset that he is dating multiple people?”

Alex put out his hand pointing it towards Abigail. “See, your Highness, and that’s why I didn’t tell Kelly.”

“Alex, please call me Morgan. “ I reached over and gave Abigail a hug. “You’re so cute when you’re pouting. I’m sorry Abigail; I thought this was a possibility. It comes with the whole Princess package. Are you OK?”

She nodded but still looking very unhappy. Then her eyes opened wide. “You’re dating a boy and a girl.”

“Yes.”

“I can see why you don’t find it strange that we are a couple.”

“I have been living with humans for a long time, but I keep forgetting that they can be very judgmental, especially when it comes to sex.” Alex made a face. “Abigail, don’t worry, my people really don’t care who you are in love with. Love is love no matter the gender.”

Abigail smiled then frowned again. “So what about this betrothal thing?”

I jumped in. “It’s not something we need to worry about right now, correct?” I turned to Alex. “Correct?” I thought it might be the case, I hoped it was at least.

“Oh, sure.” He gave Abigail a grin.

Aunt Eshne returned, ending the conversation. I introduced Alex as my cousin. She looked pleased until Alex insisted that he would drive me on his motorcycle. I know nothing about them, never having been on one. Alex insisted it was safe, I said I would rather walk.

Grabbing the swords out of the closet, we headed towards his bike. “You use two swords at the same time?” I knew there was a term for that style of sword fighting.

Alex shook his head and reached over to wrap one of the sword belts around my hip. “Alex, I don’t have the first clue on how to use this thing. I’ll cut my own foot off first.”

“Draw, your highness.” He smiled pulling the dangerous bronze looking sword from its sheath. Shrugging I put my sword into my hand. It was beautiful, I thought it was bronze, but I could see that other metals had also given it strength. Moving the blade around, I could feel its balance. It was a perfect weapon. When Alex moved forward, I brought the sword around to block it. He attacked again, and I managed to turn the blade counter-attacking at the same time. I step back to look at the weapon.

“Your Highness, you are the daughter of Queen Mab.”

Putting the weapon away, I decided that I would need to trust him. I hesitated before getting on the motorcycle. “What about helmets.”

“We don’t need no stinking helmets,” Alex replied in a terrible Spanish accent. Shaking my head, as I sat behind Lord Alexander, he instantly grabbed my hands and wrapped them around his chest. I had a sneaking suspicion he set this all up. As soon as the bike too off, I let out a little yelp and grabbed Alex holding on for dear life. Finding myself hugging him for all it’s worth, I concluded he did set this up. Thankfully, a couple of enchantments Alex cast before we left would keep us safe. I leaned my head on him realizing that I was actually starting to enjoy the ride.

A little magic allowed us to communicate non-verbally. “Thank you for coming to my aid, Alex. I know I didn’t say it, but I do appreciate your help.”

“You’re welcome...Morgan... enough to forgive me about the whole fiancé thing?”

“Don’t push it.”

He laughed as we made our way to the hospital.

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Eághan High Sorcerer of Hildaland stood in the center of a torn up living room. Walls smashed, tables overturned he had destroyed half the ground floor of the house. The remaining members of his Host stood some distance from the raging Orkneyjar sorcerer.

“No sign? She does not possess such power.” The creature turned its threatening glare towards Sile who sat towards the back of the room.

“He seems to have vanished.” Sile had done a Sending and was amazed that there was no sign of Manfred. Apparently, Morgan was proving to be a powerful ally.

“Sile, the door!” The Barrow-Wight began to move when the front door imploded sending wooden shrapnel everywhere.

Through the door walked in a massive Redcap with its ancient Pike leading the way. The beast’s name was Ashur, named for the Assyrian god of war. It was a good name, for his queen soon followed. The painfully beautiful raven-haired Countess Sianna, mistress of the Dunkelheit, marched through the door followed by a half a dozen Haugtrold or troll-kin.

“You seem to have lost something of mine, Eághan .” The Countess was a Sidhe of the Winter Court. Like the rest of her Host, she was dressed in a mixture of modern and ancient armor. Not waiting for an answer, she pulled a chair up from the floor and sat right in front of the Draugr.

“We have not heard from Manfred. He appears to be missing.” Eághan explained.

She leaned forward smiling. “Yes, so it seems. So why is he missing, Eághan ? Please tell me as I plan to take control of this little endeavor. Understand I did not care for your plan at first, but I was interested to see if Manfred was worth keeping or burying.”

Eághan remained silent.

“What is your interest in this sorcerer? I have discovered a few things on my own, you see. Quite interesting really, a Wild Hunt will be of no use to you, will it? You cannot escape even if there is a river of blood.”

“Cannot escape?” Sile asked. The Scottish Vampire had her own misgivings about this plan, but he couldn’t escape?

The Countess just smiled, but it was devoid of warmth. “She doesn’t even know does she Eághan ?” The Countess sat back. “Your master here is sealed away. You have been casting most of the enchantments, have you not Sile?”

“Imprisoned? Poland” Sile understood. The sorcerer did not escape, he was sealed away by the humans. She was a fool.

“That is correct my dear. So Eághan, you found power here didn’t you, enough to free you from your prison. Therefore, Eághan, you will tell me. All of it.”

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Thunder filled my ears as I bounced around in my seat. I sat with a group of young men all wearing uniforms of another generation. Soon the command to stand up echoed throughout the packed space. I stood like the rest of the young men. I could see fear in their eyes but also a determination. They were all ready to do their job.

Hook Up was the next order given. Without a thought, I hooked myself to a line above my head then reached over and checked the equipment of the man to the front. Soon figures started to disappear into the night.

A loud roar caused me to lose my balance but we were up again, and I stepped forward into hell. Explosions filled the night sky throwing our plane upwards. Other planes, the sky was full of them, were not so lucky. Next to us, one of the aircraft took a direct hit from the fire below. Suddenly I found myself standing in my nightgown watching as men and metal fell out of the sky. No chance at all for the men trapped inside. The enormity of it all hit me hard. I began to cry.

“Be brave, Morgan.”

From behind, a man placed his hands on my shoulders, and a sense of calm came over me.

Rubbing my face, I found myself snuggled against Alex. He looked at me with some concern. “Are you all right your Highness?”

I nodded. “Just dreams.” Plagued by dreams these past few weeks, I was not looking forward to sleeping anymore. What were these dreams, did they foretell what happened or what could be. Did they even come from me? I needed my mother’s advice. I sat up startled. I was snuggling up against Alex. “Sorry for that.”

Alex laughed. “It was pleasant enough for me.”

I couldn’t move looking down I found Abigail had the same idea.

“You care for her, don’t you, your Highness.”

“I do.”

“She is a fierce one, I like her.”

Abigail finally woke up and wandered into the bathroom. A few hours later and after a bit of whining Abigail and her aunt went back home leaving me alone with Alex. I took Rebecca’s uninjured hand. “You and I, Lord Alexander need to talk to a few people before this Council meeting. There are others I wish you to meet.”

“You are quite the healer it seems.”

I was startled at that statement. I assumed that he could do better. “You cannot heal?”

He smiled. I realized that he liked to laugh whenever he could. “Not really; my magical skills lay elsewhere.”

“Like keeping us from crashing.” I giggled.

My mother stirred and to my surprised opened her eyes. She took a panicked look about the room. “Morgan?”

I nodded, tears forming in my eyes. “That’s right mom, how are you feeling? Are you in pain?”

She looked a little confused. “What happened?”

I explained a little about what I knew about the accident. She remembered a black van but little else. “Who is that young man?”

“My cousin Alex.”

“Your cousin?” Her eyes darted between the two of us. I realized that I had left a lot out. “You contacted your birth mother?”

“It was sort of the other way around but yes…with all that was going on …I’m sorry mom I should have told you.” I could see that the news hurt her.

“So does that mean you’re going away?” I could hear the panic in her voice. That made me start to cry again. I haven’t cried this much in all my time as the male Morgan. I would have held all of this pain in and let it consume me.

“No, you silly goose, I’m not going anyplace.” I reached over and held her in my arms. Even with all of the history behind us, she was still my mom. Rebecca said she going to work on the mother-daughter thing and I was going to hold her to that.

“Alex, you’re staying with us, right?.” She said sounding like her old self. “We can’t have family staying in some hotel.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He gave her a half bow.

“I’m a little tired.” She smiled. “I’m going to go back to sleep. OK Morgan, love you.” She was asleep again, but I could tell that it was a more regular sleep.

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The group of Fae sitting around ‘Father Oak’ was not a happy bunch even after finishing off two large double mushroom pizzas. Lord Alexander found it amusing that the Dryad named Sapphira had such an unusual passion for human food. The conversation had not gone well. Her Highness had spoken already when Alex found himself unhappily explaining that she should not expect a lot more help from the Summer Court. She was frustrated, and he wished he could give her better news.

Perhaps there were others he could contact; other Sidhe who lived in the mortal world, he knew of a few. Also, what at first everyone thought would be good news, Bria reported that her sisters discovered the lair of the Unseelie. Unfortunately, they had moved again.

“We’ll call the police when we get back to the mortal realm.” The discussion was taking place on the outskirts of the Fae Realm. “We should go there first Alex to make sure that nothing was left behind.” She explained the wards and cursed items left in the last home.

Lord Alexander listened to Morgan and realized that he was infatuated with the little Princess. She cared for everyone, Fae, and mortal alike. Quick-witted with an odd sense of humor she was so different from the other Sidhe women he had encountered. There was also a hint of steel beneath that lovely exterior that excited him.

“Alex, you’re staring,” Morgan said a half smile forming on her lips.

“I was thinking that the Draugr is going to be a real big problem.”

Morgan looked surprised she didn’t think that was what he was thinking about.

“Unless you happen to have any mortal heroes standing about Morgan to force him into his grave.” They all knew that Draugr were almost impossible to kill.

“I agree, Pumpkin. He will be a formidable foe.” Sapphira sat on Morgan’s lap in child form.

“Maybe Sile can help us with it,” Morgan said. Alex was shocked by her Highness’ proclamation that she was offering the Scottish Vampire sanctuary. “I do have an idea about the Redcap if others are willing.”

Morgan looked thoughtful. Alex could see something in her eye. It was determination. “I do have an idea about the Draugr, Alex. Tomorrow we will go meet another one of my friends.”

Lord Alexander nodded. For someone who had just recently come to power, the little Princess had managed to gather a good number of allies. She was indeed her mother’s daughter.

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The Council, the leaders of the Unseen, sat in the large chamber. The head of the Council Richard Kincade had called for a meeting, but for the most part, no one knew the full story. Richard knew that Morgan would need to be at her best tonight. The Unseen even at the best of times were difficult to deal with. Looking at his watch, he hoped she would not be late.

Steven Shisaa, who had just turned sixteen three months ago, approached the chamber. His first Council meeting and one of the Guardians of the Doorway, Richard, expected him to be nervous but the boy had a fright.

“Sir…she here.” The young man looked nervously over his shoulder.

Richard nodded, and the doors opened.

Before the Council stood not the small girl, that had spent time swimming at the Kincade’s pool. Dressed in a long gown of the purest white with a crown of silver stars circling her head Morgan stepped into the council chambers. Walking behind her stood a tall Sidhe dressed in a black and gold Argyll jacket with a black and gold hose. He held the pommel of a sword, and from the way he walked, he was no stranger to its use. Obviously if one wanted to harm Morgan, they would have to go through this swordsman first.

“Your Highness.” Richard greeted their guest.

“I am Morgan, Daughter of Queen Mab and Princess of the Summer Court. I have come to this chamber to request your aid.”

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However, she could see that the passion he had thrown himself into lately getting the house ready was a sign of wanting to be useful. She knew that whatever happened to him took a lot of his strength and it was only now that he could work for any length of time without wearing himself out. She knew that his fear of not being able to get back to work was very real.

Her husband felt less of a man because he would be unable to support his wife and child. Liz, of course, didn’t care about that. Beside herself with worry at the thought of losing him, just his presence alone was comforting, but she could see at least for him that was not enough. Thankfully those early dark days passed as he realized that although it might take some time he was recovering a little bit every day. Liz realized that he was a police officer and that she was a police officer’s wife. He needed to go back to work. Although Dan seemed whole, she missed that sparkle in his eyes when he discussed his job.

The sound of a motorcycle startled her. She should have been able to hear the engine long before it approached the driveway. Peering out the window, she was pleased to see the person most responsible for her husband’s recovery. Opening the door, Liz stepped forward and embraced Morgan Rynders in a hug. The young woman squawked, “Hello, Mrs. Summers."

"Please call me Liz, Mrs. Summers sounds so old." She smiled down at Morgan. "I’m happy that you came by." Liz looked up to see a young man in an old WWII bomber jacket standing by the bike. In his hands was a wooden box. How they were able to ride with that box in their possession, she didn’t know. "Is this your boyfriend, Morgan?"

She rolled her eyes. "He wishes, no this is my cousin Alex. He is a sophomore at BU."

"Nice to meet you, Alex, won’t you both come on in?" As the trio entered the kitchen, Liz offered refreshments. "I was sorry to hear about your mother’s accident Morgan. Stephanie told us that she is doing better." If it weren’t for her advanced stage of pregnancy Liz would have gone to the hospital herself. Thank goodness other people came to help or Morgan would have been all alone to face this tragedy.

Taking a long sip of water, Morgan smiled. "She is doing very well. The Doctors are pleased with her recovery."

"Did you get any more information about the accident. I don’t think Dan can help."

The two women spoke for a few more minutes about Morgan's mother then the conversation turned on how Liz was doing. Without thinking about it, she started to go into some detail but backed off a little when she could see Morgan was uncomfortable. Liz realized the source of her discomfort, Morgan's male cousin still stood in the kitchen.

"I’m sorry Alex, I'm sure you’re not interested in hearing all about my pregnancy." The young man smiled saying that he didn’t mind. Feeling the baby moving, Liz reached for Morgan’s hand and placed it on her stomach. "The baby is pretty active today."

“Oh, Morgan, before I forget, Diana is planning on having a baby shower for me after the birth. I would like you to come.”

“Me?”

“Well yes, with all that happened to Dan we decided to move the date. Bring your mother as well I would love to meet with her assuming she is able.”

“I think mom will like that, thank you.” Morgan looked down in wonder. “She’s jumping all around isn’t she." Reluctantly Morgan pulled herself away from the kicking baby. "Is your husband around, Liz?"

Liz realized this was more than a social call. Hesitant at first she smiled; maybe Morgan will be able to bring that sparkle back in her husband eyes after all. Escorting the pair to the backyard, she suddenly wondered how Morgan knew the baby was a girl.

I was happy that Liz misunderstood my discomfort when we were talking about her pregnancy. Coming to grips with becoming a girl was difficult enough without the reminder that someday I might have to give birth. Women surprise me with how quickly they can talk about their bodies. Even Abigail does it though she knows that I find it uncomfortable. I mean guys don’t do it. Not that I ever had a ton of friends, but we never discussed our bodies; that was way too much information for most of us. It was very cool to feel Liz’s daughter. I didn’t want to mess with anything, but I did strengthen Liz’s body. Hopefully, it will help her with the days ahead.

The damage the Sorcerer inflicted on Deputy Dan Summers would never be healed entirely, but he looked a lot better than when I saw him in the hospital. We found the now white-haired Deputy Sheriff sitting in front of the remains of what appeared to be some sort of grill.

Liz told me that her husband’s latest idea was to thoroughly clean whatever he came across. This meant taking it apart and then putting it back together, unfortunately, it didn’t always work out very well. I am sure that when you take things apart, you’re not supposed to have parts left over. Today Dan was having another go at the grill; hopefully, he will find a place for those missing parts. If nothing else Liz hoped that we could take him away for a little while before he started to take something else apart, like their car.

“Morgan?” The Deputy looked surprised. He gave Alex a once over before crossing the lawn to meet me. At least he didn’t grab me into a hug, not that I would have been too bothered by it. I could see him naturally fall into Deputy Mode as he sensed that I wasn’t just visiting to see how he was doing. Actually, I did feel sorry about that, but I haven’t had a lot of time to visit.

“Deputy Dan Summers, this is my cousin Alex Hastings.”Usually Sidhe do not have surnames, however, try to register for college without one. They shook hands and studied one another for a second then Dan turned his attention back to me.

“I am guessing you’re not here just to check up on me?”

There is that guilt again. I made a face and nodded. “Not totally, I do want to know how you’re doing but I have a favor to ask.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Morgan, I know you have been busy.” He led us through the house and into his study. Liz didn’t follow but kissed her husband on the cheek and told him to have fun.

“What’s in the box?” Closing the door, he got straight to the point. I could tell that there was something about it that intrigued him. I knew Dan felt a connection, but I didn’t want to say anything just yet.

I nodded to Alex who set the box down in front of the Deputy. Without ceremony, he opened the box and began to examine its contents. He sorted through the letters and few other items placing them on the desk. Dan asked me if I knew what they were and I told him yes. I could see the surprise on his face when he pulled out a United States Army M1916 pistol belt. The holster was not empty.

The Deputy opened the flap and drew forth an Automatic Pistol, Caliber .45, M1911A1. He gave it a professional once-over, and I heard him mumble that at least it wasn’t loaded. I mentioned that there were three clips in the box as well. Those did have bullets. Setting it on the desk the barrel pointing away from all of us he closed his eyes. “It’s a beautifully kept firearm, but I don’t imagine that you have any paperwork for it.”

Alex laughed; apparently, he knew the difficulty in getting a weapon registered in the state of Massachusetts. The Deputy gave him an unfriendly look. “I am going to assume Morgan, that Cindy did not see this weapon?” Dan knew from which house I found this box.

“No, it’s been in my closet for the last week or so.”

He leaned back in his chair and nodded. “Ok, Morgan what exactly is going on?”

I knew I was going to pull him deeper into this mess. Although he came from a family of Unseen, he really wasn’t one of them. He had already paid a terrible price. I argued with myself for a few seconds then nodded. I trusted him, and he had the right to know. I then began to tell him what I knew leaving very little out. I did keep my enchantment problems to myself ... that seemed a bit too personal. Once I finished, the Deputy began to bombard me with questions, and it took a good hour for us to finish.

“You have some dangerous enemies, Morgan,” Dan said.

“I’m sorry for getting you mixed up in this already. It’s my fault you almost died.”

Dan smiled and reached over to take my hand. “No, it’s not, you’re the one that saved me. Morgan. It’s part of the risks I accepted when I took this job.”

“Your job is just as dangerous, your Highness,” Alex said.

I shrugged, but that’s just me. I don’t like seeing people hurt on my account.

“So Morgan, what do you need from me?”

I pointed to the firearm on the desk. “I need you to teach me how to shoot.”

“That shouldn’t be an issue, Morgan...” Alex began, but I waved away his objections.

“That might be true, Alex, but I like to know why I do things. Plus the Deputy Sheriff has years of practical knowledge that I do not possess.”

“From what you’re telling me, you need the lessons now.” The deputy frowned. I could tell that legally this was all putting him in a bind.

“I might have other questions for you as well.” I didn’t want to cause him any more trouble, but I needed his knowledge.

Whatever he was thinking of Dan came to a quick decision. The transformation was surprising. “OK, your Highness, I’m your man. It sure beats sitting around here.”

Alex stood up smiling. “Welcome to our little troupe.”

“What...wait...I just need you to teach me the proper way to shoot.”

Leaping out of his chair Dan reached into his pocket for a set of keys. Unlocking one of the drawers in his desk, he retrieved his own holster and firearm. Covering up his shoulder holster with a light jacket, he gave me a grin ... there was now a gleam in his eyes.

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Saturday nights have always been the busiest time for the ‘Norse.’ Out of towners are usually surprised that the wait for a table on an especially busy night could be almost two hours. The Huldra known as Gerdy should be in her element welcoming guests, but the thought of the horrors of another Hunt continued to be on her mind. She was afraid that the Princess asked for her help personally. Most of the Sidhe Lords and Ladies wouldn’t bother to acknowledge her presence, but Princess Morgan loved her Pyttipanna.

“Gerdy” A friendly voice brought the Fae out of her brooding. She looked up to find Abigail waiting with her Aunt. That child always had a warm smile. The Huldra hesitated before going over to greet her. She never trusted the Witches that came to the 'Norse.' They always made her uncomfortable as if they expected her to do something. She just wanted to cook and make her family and others happy.

Greeting the pair, she personally brought them to their table. The group talked for a few minutes. Gerdy made sure to ask about Morgan; she knew that Abigail had a special relationship with the Princess. It was the right thing to ask. Finally, when they ordered their food, Gerdy headed back to the kitchen feeling better. It was not to last. Dropping off an order to a table on the patio, she felt something wrong. Looking about she thought for a moment she spied a group of Haugtrold.

Impossible she thought and ran back into the 'Norse' then stopped in her tracks. An immaculately dressed Fae walked passed her licking his lips. Gerdy began to tremble.

Looking about the room she could still find nothing wrong, but that Fae was part of the Unseelie Court she was sure of it. Then it came to her, and she ran towards the table where Abigail sat. She was missing.

“Mrs. Teague, where is your niece?” Gerdy asked nervously.

Eshne looked up from her dinner. “She went to the restroom dear. I’m sure she will be right back.”

Gerdy shook her head and darted into the back. She tried not to scream when she entered the women’s bathroom. No one noticed the broken bodies. Confirming her worst fears, Gerdy found the dead bodies of the Fae who the Princess had sent to watch over Abigail.

Abigail uncomfortably sat pushed against the far wall inside an abandoned food warehouse. She was terrified beyond words for her own fate, but she worried for the Fae sent to watch over her. Her girlfriend was concerned that Abigail might come to harm like Morgan’s mother.

The young Witch couldn’t see her guardians, but every so often the air was full of giggling. Did they try to protect her in the end? She didn’t even look at her attackers. Once minute Abigail was in the bathroom at the 'Nordic' washing her hands and the next second, she found herself tied up in an abandoned warehouse.

She wasn’t bound or gagged, but there was no chance for escape. Some sort of enchantment kept her in place. When her captors needed Abigail to do something, her body moved on its own accord. What was worse was she couldn’t even see her captors; there was a presence but nothing more.

Sile stood in the center of the room watching the young girl struggle with the enchantment. Not that there was anything the Vampire could do, she had no choice but to cast a spell on the girl. At least that was good news as long as she held the bond there was a chance she could keep the young girl alive. Sile instinctively knew that if this girl were to die there would be no place safe for her to hide.

“I need to feed soon,” Sile commented to the other Fae. She didn’t really expect any of them to care, but if they didn’t allow her out, she was going to start feeding on the troll-kin. The thought disgusted her, but she was almost at her limit.

The Orkneyjar sorcerer gave his apprentice a disgusted look then nodded. “Let her go and feed; Sianna, she is going to cause trouble otherwise.”

The Countess didn’t bother to look up from what she was doing. “She can be my herald, Eághan. I will need her to inform the Princess what is required of her if she wishes to see her friend alive.” The Countess looked up. “Pass the enchantment on the Sclá¡bhaá­ to me Sile.”

“Excuse me?”

Sile waited for a moment then shrugged passing the bonding to the Countess. The Sidhe from the Unseelie Court motioned to Abigail for a second then smiled as the young girl began to walk towards her. The Countess smiled as she reinforced the spell then started to add some additional improvements.

“She is still fighting us...good.” The Countess laughed when Abigail struggled harder as the Countess now allowed her to see the other Fae in the room. The young Witch’s terror was palatable. “Oh isn’t that just delicious.”

“Countess...we were talking about the Grove.” The sorcerer was annoyed that the girl interrupted his discussion.

“Don’t worry, Eághan, I am not going to deny your freedom. Having you free will be useful to the Dunkelheit. Once we gain control of the Sacred Grove, no one will deny our power. In fact my dear, more of our companions are arriving tomorrow night. The Princess will have no choice but to submit. If she defies me, I will simply destroy this town.”

“We need the Princess’ goodwill.” Eághan watched the struggle against the enchantment continue. She had a strong will, but in the end, it would not matter. The Countess was not even trying hard; she was just toying with the girl giving her hope. When the Sidhe Countess got bored, and it was only a matter of time, the human would submit herself willingly.

“Nonsense, Eághan, I don’t need the Princess as an ally; I just need her to do what I tell her to do.” Abigail now stood next to the Countess obviously not understanding the conversation. The language the Fae was speaking was ancient.

“If not?” Sile asked.

“Then we take this one to a stone table and use her blood to bind the Princess to our will.” The Countess commented. “The Hágelgrab outside the town will serve us as it served you, Eághan, to turn that human into a Draugr.” The Hágelgrab or barrow outside town was thought to be an American Indian burial site; only a few knew the truth that it was actually an ancient Viking burial mound.

Eághan would have snorted if able; binding a Princess of the blood wasn’t going to be that simple.

“Still my dear sorcerer, I would prefer the Princess to be cooperative.” She reached over and cupped her hands on Abigail’s face. “I like this one, she has some power and if properly trained will prove useful to me. Please inform the Princess Sile if she wants this pet to stay alive, she will do what I tell her. I might even allow them to spend some quality time together if she is a good girl.”

Eághan did not think the Princess was going to be so accommodating. He had already underestimated the Daughter of Mab. Eághan believed that this was going to come down to blood.

The Sidhe started to grope and caress Abigail. Pain and pleasure assaulted the young Witch. She had kept her courage up until now, but this was too much. Embarrassed and afraid, tears ran down her cheeks. The Countess leaned over and whispered in English. “Don’t worry my pet you will be begging for my touch soon enough.”

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Standing in the center of the council room stood most of the powers of the town. Eshne Teague, head of the Witch’s Coven looked terrible, her eyes were red, and there was a good bit of fear in her eyes but also a lot of anger.

“Morgan, do you trust this…..woman?” The group had been surprised at where a lot of the information came from.

“Trust no. I trust Sile to look out for herself. However, I believe that what she came to tell me is the truth.” Morgan had been close to killing the Scottish Vampire. It surprised her how much-uncontrolled fury boiled up from her when Sile approached as a Herald for the Unseelie Court. One look at Morgan’s face terrified the Scottish Vampire. She pleaded to the Princess of the Summer Court that she knew nothing of the kidnapping. Sile insisted that sanctuary was still her goal and began to inform Morgan of the dark Fae's plans. One bit of news was very troubling.

“Who exactly is this Countess?” Dr. Shango St. Hill an athletic man of Afro Caribbean descent asked. He arrived at the meeting along with his sister Oshun. Morgan was surprised at the unpleasant looks that both Oshun and Aunt Eshne were giving one another.

Unlike the Kincade’s, the St. Hills were thin and tall and had a feline appearance about them. Richard Kincade had invited his old friend to move to Skogshaven a few years ago. Dr. Shango St. Hill was now the Head of General Surgery at Eastside Medical Center. “Is she related to you Your Highness?”

Lord Alexander explained that the Countess was Sidhe of the Winter Court. She was known among the Summer Court as a ruthless adversary. He told that as she was one of the leaders of the Dunkelheit so it should be of no surprise, they would be facing more Fae that aligned themselves with the Unseelie Court.

Masanori Shisaa grumbled. He was a short compact older Japanese man and the owner the most popular Dojo in town. Build like a brick there didn’t appear to be an ounce of fat on him. Although he was speaking for the clan his mother, Rika Shisaa was actually its leader. Rumored to be a Shinto Priestess, unfortunately, she was with her daughter in Hawaii right now dealing with a family emergency.

“My Okasama apologies for her absence, she has insisted that we give all of our strength to protect the Sacred Grove.”

The revelation that there was a Sacred Grove inside the forest surprised a number of them. Eshne Teague explained to the small group that the power of the woods was directly related to the Grove. Its presence brought the original Viking settlers to this forest. Its destruction or subservient to darker powers would be catastrophic.

“What about this second group of Dunkelheit, Morgan, do we know when they arrive?” Richard Kincade asked, concerned that the Unseen who faced the Fae did not have enough numbers.

“They are no longer of concern,” Morgan explained the reinforcement would not reach the town. This confused many of the group as an hour before they were all worried about their arrival. What they didn’t see was a group of Grigs arriving with the news for their Princess. What Morgan didn’t say as an Arbitrator there was great concern that the conflict was spreading outside of town.

Dan Summers smiled, already used to Morgan not just meeting with the Council but somehow also talking to her people at the same time. After teaching Morgan the proper way to use a firearm, he was amazed at how naturally it came to her, Deputy Dan followed the pair to the Council Chambers. Now he stood seemingly out of place with the Unseen but very welcome. Alex had admitted to him that Morgan was right. His knowledge was instrumental in the upcoming conflict. Even the Wardens acknowledged Dan's skills.

"What about cold iron?" Someone outside the group asked. All of the Fae unhappily turned to face the young man.

"About as much fun as silver is to Mal," Morgan answered truthfully. The conversation continued then finally details of the plan began to come together.

The Unseelie had planned to split their forces with the majority preparing for Morgan, a smaller group hid inside the old Food Warehouse would move into town.

“We will take care of that group. It might be best if our families don’t intermingle, Masanori, we wouldn’t want any misunderstandings.” Dr. Shango smiled, but it was devoid of warmth.

“Your Highness, my daughter and I will assist this group. My husband will stay by your side.” A Sidhe woman gave her husband Liam a nod. What came as a complete surprise for the Council was the appearance of three other Sidhe. Dressed as if they were working at a Renaissance Festival, they offered their services to Morgan. (They had in fact been working at the Eastern Massachusetts Renaissance Festival)

“Thank you Rá³isá­n.” Morgan smiled. The pair would make sure that the Unseelie Court Fae would not go unseen when they attacked.

“What I don’t understand is why this Countess didn’t insist you come alone. Surely, she knows that you won’t just turn yourself over to her. She is asking for conflict.” Dan said.

Eshne reached for Morgan’s hand. “Abigail would never forgive her if she did.”

“Blood,” Liam said. “If her Highness does not bow to their demands the additional blood maybe enough to power a Binding. It would also require the death of Abigail as well.”

“Then maybe….” Lord Alexander began.

“No,” Morgan said sharply.

“Your Highness…Morgan.” Alex liked Abigail, but his responsibility was Morgan's well being.

“We will not leave our friend to that fate, Lord Alexander. Not anyone Fae or human. Do not bring it up again.” Morgan put more force into her words than necessary.

“As you command, Your Highness.” Pride filled Alex’s chest. He would stand by his Princess’s side no matter what the end.

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Jabol stood in the center of the town watching the people pass him by. His personal presence would not be required in the upcoming conflict. Although he would, of course, be there, well his duplicates. It would be tiring, but he would produce as many copies as necessary for the battlefield.

The Filipino Fae was not a member of the Unseelie Court; he followed Eághan for one reason and for one reason only to bring slaves back to Dalaket. The people of this town knew nothing of the Dalaketnon. Their homes offered no protection to keep him away. While the other Fae prepared for the upcoming battle, Jabol seduced many a lonely woman in the neighborhoods. When the fight was over, he would round up the foolish women and their families and make his way home.

The Huldra, however, would meet a different fate. Jabol now stood in front of the ‘Norse.’ Gerdy would be a great feast, and when he was done, the Fae would take the humans under her care too.