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filled us in on everything going on in the small village. I now know stuff about people I wouldn’t want to know if I actually knew who they were. Some things just shouldn’t be talked about. Apparently, colon health becomes extremely important as you age.
Kallen asked them questions about the island. We’re on a place called Tory Island off the coast of Ireland. For the most part, it’s an artist community and that’s who lives here year round. During the tourist season, people come to view the ruins and other attractions, as well as purchase art.
At eight o’clock, it’s finally time to close up. I’m glad it’s not tourist season. We’d be open until eleven, then. I say we as if this is a real job. Amazing how I’ve learned to acclimate to my surroundings recently.
The old guys totter out with promises to see us bright and early tomorrow. Patrick made it clear when he left that we wouldn’t be seeing him until morning, either. I’m still trying to keep that visual out of my mind. Now, the only other person in the bar is Ray. He’s been nursing an ale for a long time, so I figure he was just biding his time until the others were gone.
“So,” Ray begins when the last person leaves. “What brings a Fairy and…” he looks at me curiously, “you, to Tory Island.”
His words take a second to click in my head. He doesn’t know who I am. I think I want to keep it that way. “I believe we’re here to find you. Unless there’s another magical person on this tiny little island?”
Ray smiles. “I believe I would like to know what your interest is before I answer that question.”
“How did you know that I am a Fairy?” Kallen asks. Oh, yeah. Most Witches wouldn’t be able to tell since Fairies haven’t been in this realm for centuries.
Ray shrugs. “Fairy magic feels different than Witch magic.”
“But, there haven’t been Fairies here for hundreds of years. How would you know that?” I ask.
“I will answer your question if you answer mine. What are you?”
I really love being referred to as an object instead of a person. I give him a dirty look. “I’m a refrigerator, isn’t it obvious?”
Ray chuckles. “Okay, let me rephrase. Who are you? Your magic is similar in many ways to others I’ve met, yet it is different. I don’t know how you’re doing it, but my suspicion is impossible.”
“Impossible how?” Kallen asks, trying to push him to confirm our suspicions.
He looks back and forth between us. Whatever he sees somehow makes him decide to open up to us. “Why are you seeking me?”
“Because I owe Ambriel a favor. He asked me to find you and two others,” I admit. No sense in dancing around the subject.
Rays brows meet his hairline. “Ambriel sent you?” He shakes his head. “I’m afraid that brings to mind a few more questions.”
I look at the clock on the wall behind Ray’s head. I want to move this along because I really don’t want to sleep here tonight. “Okay, first answer mine. Are you a Fallen Angel?”
“I see I am at a disadvantage. You know all about me, yet I have not learned anything about you. What is your ancestry?”
Do I tell him? The question must be clear on my face because Kallen gives me a slight nod when I look up at him. Fine. “I’m a Witch Fairy.”
Ray almost falls off his stool on his own this time. “The prophecy has come to be.” Now, his face falls. “And my time here must come to an end.”
I scrunch my face up in confusion. “You want to be here?”
I get an eyebrow raise on that. “Why would I not enjoy my time here?”
I’m still confused. “I thought Angels didn’t fall by choice anymore.”
He chuckles again. “Angels no longer Fall to exert their influence over humans. Some choose to Fall as
Kallen asked them questions about the island. We’re on a place called Tory Island off the coast of Ireland. For the most part, it’s an artist community and that’s who lives here year round. During the tourist season, people come to view the ruins and other attractions, as well as purchase art.
At eight o’clock, it’s finally time to close up. I’m glad it’s not tourist season. We’d be open until eleven, then. I say we as if this is a real job. Amazing how I’ve learned to acclimate to my surroundings recently.
The old guys totter out with promises to see us bright and early tomorrow. Patrick made it clear when he left that we wouldn’t be seeing him until morning, either. I’m still trying to keep that visual out of my mind. Now, the only other person in the bar is Ray. He’s been nursing an ale for a long time, so I figure he was just biding his time until the others were gone.
“So,” Ray begins when the last person leaves. “What brings a Fairy and…” he looks at me curiously, “you, to Tory Island.”
His words take a second to click in my head. He doesn’t know who I am. I think I want to keep it that way. “I believe we’re here to find you. Unless there’s another magical person on this tiny little island?”
Ray smiles. “I believe I would like to know what your interest is before I answer that question.”
“How did you know that I am a Fairy?” Kallen asks. Oh, yeah. Most Witches wouldn’t be able to tell since Fairies haven’t been in this realm for centuries.
Ray shrugs. “Fairy magic feels different than Witch magic.”
“But, there haven’t been Fairies here for hundreds of years. How would you know that?” I ask.
“I will answer your question if you answer mine. What are you?”
I really love being referred to as an object instead of a person. I give him a dirty look. “I’m a refrigerator, isn’t it obvious?”
Ray chuckles. “Okay, let me rephrase. Who are you? Your magic is similar in many ways to others I’ve met, yet it is different. I don’t know how you’re doing it, but my suspicion is impossible.”
“Impossible how?” Kallen asks, trying to push him to confirm our suspicions.
He looks back and forth between us. Whatever he sees somehow makes him decide to open up to us. “Why are you seeking me?”
“Because I owe Ambriel a favor. He asked me to find you and two others,” I admit. No sense in dancing around the subject.
Rays brows meet his hairline. “Ambriel sent you?” He shakes his head. “I’m afraid that brings to mind a few more questions.”
I look at the clock on the wall behind Ray’s head. I want to move this along because I really don’t want to sleep here tonight. “Okay, first answer mine. Are you a Fallen Angel?”
“I see I am at a disadvantage. You know all about me, yet I have not learned anything about you. What is your ancestry?”
Do I tell him? The question must be clear on my face because Kallen gives me a slight nod when I look up at him. Fine. “I’m a Witch Fairy.”
Ray almost falls off his stool on his own this time. “The prophecy has come to be.” Now, his face falls. “And my time here must come to an end.”
I scrunch my face up in confusion. “You want to be here?”
I get an eyebrow raise on that. “Why would I not enjoy my time here?”
I’m still confused. “I thought Angels didn’t fall by choice anymore.”
He chuckles again. “Angels no longer Fall to exert their influence over humans. Some choose to Fall as
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