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Authors: nikki broadwell
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time. I don’t really know what pesticides are, but I can guess. We don’t use them where I come from. Did the tree have an answer?”
“They don’t answer in English, silly. I have to decipher the particular aromas they send out—chemical messages I guess you’d say. It doesn’t always work since they’re so old and what they want me to know doesn’t resonate because I’m another species. They didn’t respond at all about the poisons and my other question about failing my history class is not a concept they understand. Why did those girls call me a witch?” she asked suddenly, her eyes wide.
“What girls?” Fehin asked, looking around.
“They’re not here now. The butterflies were asking questions but I couldn’t decipher them. I know they want me to do something about it. The girls wouldn’t help.”
Fehin smiled. “You’re different from them. That’s why I said you should keep these things to yourself.”
“But why?”
The look on her face was so open. This girl was either crazy or like him. “Airy, you may be the only one who can do these things.”
She sighed and her shoulders drooped. “I was afraid of that. Now I really want to go home.”
“Where is home? And don’t tell me Europe because I know that isn’t true.”
“You won’t believe me.”
“Try me,” he said, moving closer and picking up the scent of her lemony perfume. At least she hadn’t changed that.
“My mother is a seer and I think I am too.”
“A seer. You mean you can look into the future?”
“Something like that.”
“Where did you get that ring?”
Airy looked down at her hand. “It’s a moonstone that belonged to my grandmother. It was magical way back when.”
“Magical? In what way?” Fehin asked, bending to examine it. The stone was oval and smooth, the surface opaque, but when he touched it, it gave off a little spark and began to glow.
Airy seemed unconcerned as she waved her hand around. “Back when my Nana first had it, it showed her how to get to the Caer Sidi. She gave it to my mother and now I have it. It’s a family heirloom.”
Fehin frowned. “The Care City?”
“It’s a place.” When she noticed the expression on his face she looked stricken. “I shouldn’t have told you. I’m not supposed to share any of this.”
“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone as long as you don’t share what I’m about to show you.” The rain had finally stopped, and the clouds were drifting away. The air had turned cool and breezy. Fehin grabbed her arm. “It might help with the history test. Is that the class you’re worried about?”
Airy nodded. “I don’t get any of it.”
“Follow me,” he said leading the way across campus and into a park on the other side of the football field. After walking single file down a narrow path he came to a stop in the middle of the woods in a place where the trees had thinned out. Fehin glanced at her and then began moving his hands in patterns.
When a tiny perfect medieval village appeared on the ground in front of him she clapped her hands in delight. “I knew it!” she said, smiling. “You’re like me.”
Fehin grinned. “This is a typical European town from the mid 1200’s, the time period on the test. I thought it might help to visualize it.”
Airy stared in fascination at life going on below her. Carts filled with produce were being pulled along by miniscule horses. A high-pitched shout drew her attention to a small boy running away after stealing an apple. A man ran after him brandishing a club. There were soldiers marching across the drawbridge, their helmets shining in the sun. She turned to Fehin, her eyes bright. “You must be the one from the island—the boy I was supposed to meet. Corra said our destinies were connected.”
Fehin pushed his hair back with both hands, trying to focus on the over-excited girl. Gunnar would be furious that he’d revealed his magic. “I don’t know any Corra,” was all he could think to
“They don’t answer in English, silly. I have to decipher the particular aromas they send out—chemical messages I guess you’d say. It doesn’t always work since they’re so old and what they want me to know doesn’t resonate because I’m another species. They didn’t respond at all about the poisons and my other question about failing my history class is not a concept they understand. Why did those girls call me a witch?” she asked suddenly, her eyes wide.
“What girls?” Fehin asked, looking around.
“They’re not here now. The butterflies were asking questions but I couldn’t decipher them. I know they want me to do something about it. The girls wouldn’t help.”
Fehin smiled. “You’re different from them. That’s why I said you should keep these things to yourself.”
“But why?”
The look on her face was so open. This girl was either crazy or like him. “Airy, you may be the only one who can do these things.”
She sighed and her shoulders drooped. “I was afraid of that. Now I really want to go home.”
“Where is home? And don’t tell me Europe because I know that isn’t true.”
“You won’t believe me.”
“Try me,” he said, moving closer and picking up the scent of her lemony perfume. At least she hadn’t changed that.
“My mother is a seer and I think I am too.”
“A seer. You mean you can look into the future?”
“Something like that.”
“Where did you get that ring?”
Airy looked down at her hand. “It’s a moonstone that belonged to my grandmother. It was magical way back when.”
“Magical? In what way?” Fehin asked, bending to examine it. The stone was oval and smooth, the surface opaque, but when he touched it, it gave off a little spark and began to glow.
Airy seemed unconcerned as she waved her hand around. “Back when my Nana first had it, it showed her how to get to the Caer Sidi. She gave it to my mother and now I have it. It’s a family heirloom.”
Fehin frowned. “The Care City?”
“It’s a place.” When she noticed the expression on his face she looked stricken. “I shouldn’t have told you. I’m not supposed to share any of this.”
“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone as long as you don’t share what I’m about to show you.” The rain had finally stopped, and the clouds were drifting away. The air had turned cool and breezy. Fehin grabbed her arm. “It might help with the history test. Is that the class you’re worried about?”
Airy nodded. “I don’t get any of it.”
“Follow me,” he said leading the way across campus and into a park on the other side of the football field. After walking single file down a narrow path he came to a stop in the middle of the woods in a place where the trees had thinned out. Fehin glanced at her and then began moving his hands in patterns.
When a tiny perfect medieval village appeared on the ground in front of him she clapped her hands in delight. “I knew it!” she said, smiling. “You’re like me.”
Fehin grinned. “This is a typical European town from the mid 1200’s, the time period on the test. I thought it might help to visualize it.”
Airy stared in fascination at life going on below her. Carts filled with produce were being pulled along by miniscule horses. A high-pitched shout drew her attention to a small boy running away after stealing an apple. A man ran after him brandishing a club. There were soldiers marching across the drawbridge, their helmets shining in the sun. She turned to Fehin, her eyes bright. “You must be the one from the island—the boy I was supposed to meet. Corra said our destinies were connected.”
Fehin pushed his hair back with both hands, trying to focus on the over-excited girl. Gunnar would be furious that he’d revealed his magic. “I don’t know any Corra,” was all he could think to
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