Meanmna: Book One of the Daearen Realms

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with the ones they love here in this realm. Our ancestors soon realized that with so many fey in the earth realm, our magic had weakened in our own. When Daearen became unbalanced, things like massive earthquakes, cities being leveled with fire and brimstone, the sinking of Atlantis, and Tornado Alley happened here. It took many years of laws, strict rules, marriages, and alliances to bring Daearen back into perfect balance.”
    “ And then my father left and the imbalance came back. Why would my father leave if so much was at stake?” I absentmindedly reached for my pendant, found the latch, and clicked it open and flat.
    Elwin noticed. “ Totally losing my touch with the hidden clasp thing. It’s too easy. Maybe I’ve spent too much time here. My magic could be weak.”
    “ Are you like a rechargeable battery?” I giggled. “Or, do you go back to fey land and say ‘up, up, Power Rangers!’ and morph into super fairies?” A picture popped in my head of Elwin holding a wand and springing up with wings and sparkles. It started as a giggle that turned into a laugh. I kept laughing, harder and deeper to the point that I couldn’t breathe. So hard that I started crying and couldn’t see. I could still hear, though, and Elwin was laughing as hard as I was. He leaned back and fell right out of the chair, which made both of us laugh even harder. We were laughing so loud that neither of us heard Mom coming up the stairs. I don’t even know how long she was there before she spoke.
    “ I’m not thrilled about you having a boy in your room, but I am happy to see you laughing.” She leaned on the door jam with a hopeful look on her face. “Are you ready to talk?” She glanced at Elwin and said in an authoritative manner, “Alone.”
    Elwin look ed at me and I nodded. He stood up and walked to the balcony door. When he opened it, a cold breeze whipped into the room. He turned around and said, “I’m not exactly sure when we will be leaving. But when it is time, we will have to go, no matter where we are in our training. Please call me tomorrow. There’s much I have to teach you.” He closed the door behind him, and on his second step his outline blurred and he was gone. The room instantly began to warm and I felt different. Just a crazy crush, right? Get over it, Sarette. Our connection is different. He was clear: you are his job.
    I look ed at my mom. “Ice cream?”
    She smile d and we headed downstairs.

TEN
     
    Mom put a bowl with two scoops of butter pecan ice cream in front of me and went back to get herself some.
    With her back turned to me, she said, “I am sorry for not telling you the whole truth. I hope that one day you can forgive me.” She tossed the empty ice cream container in the recycling bin and came to sit down. “Everything I have told you about your father is true. I spent the summer before my senior year of college in Tennessee working on my dissertation. It was a Saturday about two weeks into my field work when I went spelunking.”
    “Wait, wait, wait! T his part is new. I didn’t know you were a spelunker.”
    “I guess I forgot to mention that part. Anyway, I liked to take my time. The rope from me to the guy in front of me was sixty feet long. I was pretty much by myself when I noticed a faint glow in a crevasse off to the side of the main cave. That’s where I found the crystal. It was so beautiful and I had never seen anything like it. I knew it was an amazonite but it didn’t belong there. The heft was inconsistent with the size, the planes of cleavage indiscernible. I figured I had something special, so I didn’t tell my group. I just tucked it into my bag for later inspection.” She wistfully looked past me as if she was someplace far away.
    “ When the group was done, they left and I stayed to do some cataloging of the samples I had taken. I also wanted to take a closer look at the strange stone. Outside in the light, the stone seemed to shimmer and alternate from a

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