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tree less than two hundred yards away.
    Fehin stopped in mid-stride and turned back, his eyes wide. A second later he was by her side, his fingers digging into her flesh. “What did you just do?”
    “I…I didn’t do anything,” she said, wrenching away from him. “Why don’t you leave me alone!” she screamed. Above them the dark clouds opened, sending torrents of rain down and within seconds they were both drenched.
    Fehin dragged her across the slippery flagstones and under an overhang. “You caused this storm,” he said, watching her. “What else can you do?”
    Airy stared at him angrily. “ I certainly did not cause this storm. The only thing I can do is talk to trees, oh, and animals and birds and insects and frogs and snakes. Other than that I’m perfectly normal. Every single thing on the earth has a spirit, you know.”
    “You are anything but normal, Airy. Maybe you were right about the destiny thing.”
    “You mean on the day you pretended you weren’t even there?”
    Fehin’s face turned beet red and he couldn’t meet her eyes. “I’m sorry about that. I thought you were…”
    “You thought I was like any other girl here. Well, I’m not. I come from a long line of seers and apparently I have skills that I didn’t think of as skills. I lied when I said I lived in Europe. The truth is I come from a place called the Otherworld. I thought everybody could do what I do.”
    “The Otherworld? That’s where you live?” Fehin looked about to cry as he reached out and touched her cheek. “I’m so sorry, Airy.” He reached for her and then she was in his arms and felt his heart beating fast under his plaid shirt. It felt so good until he pulled away. When she looked at him he seemed worried, his eyes clouded as he gazed at her.
    “What does this mean?” he asked. “Are we supposed to be doing something together—some destiny that I don’t know anything about?”
    She reached for his hand, not wanting to lose the connection. “I don’t know,” she said, twining her fingers through his. “All I know is that my destiny is linked with a boy from an island that only I can see and that somehow we are supposed to be a bridge—but a bridge to what I have no idea.”
    “A bridge.” Fehin looked over her shoulder into the distance. He shook his head. “I come from the future. I live on an island that I conjured. And even though I haven’t been there, I know all about the Otherworld. I can do a lot of magical things. I can read minds. But building a bridge? I have no idea how to do that.”
    Airy shushed him with her hand and then leaned close, placing her lips on his. She’d never kissed a boy before and when he kissed her back with his arms tight around her, she trembled. Once they pulled apart they stared into each other’s eyes for several long moments. Finally Airy broke the silence. “At least we like each other again. So tell me about this island you made. What year do you come from?”
    “2468,” he answered.
    “2468? How is that possible?”
    “How is talking to trees possible? My mother lived here in Milltown before I was born. If we look in the newspaper archives in the library I bet I can find an article about her.”
    “Is she a witch?”
    Fehin shook his head. “She’s psychic and she used to do readings at the Crystal Guide here in town.”
    “Let’s look her up,” Airy said, pulling him by the hand. “And later maybe we can go to the Crystal Guide. I bet they have a book on herbal lore. There aren’t any classes and it’s what I’m most interested in.”
    “You mean like healing herbs or teas?”
    “Both, but mostly I make tinctures and potions. But I have a lot more to learn.” She pulled open the door of the library and led the way inside.
    It took an hour to find the Milltown Gazette article dated June 13, 2011. It said:
     
    Gertrude Besnick’s disappearance and presumed death at sea in the fall of 2010 has sparked the re-release of her last book,