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of Avalon, she is the chosen one. But, heed my warning. Forces of evil from the moon’s dark side will seek to destroy you both. The answers to your questions are hidden on the Emerald Isle. Your father, Kyle Cassidy
Bewildered, I shook my head and stared at Dennis McCarty, waiting for him to explain. He waved a hand in frustration. “I know, I know. It’s messed up. Instead of answers, we’ve got more questions.”
I nodded in agreement. “This thing, or person, this two-a-day Donna—whatever—that Kyle Cassidy is an emissary of . . . any idea what that is?”
Dennis rubbed a hand over his chin. “Nope. It’s Gaelic. The word is. That’s all I know.”
I re-read the letter. “So, is this guy dead, or what?”
“Yes. His death certificate was in the same envelope. He died on February 21, 1971.”
“The day after he wrote the letter?” My voice was squeaky with disbelief. “But how did he know about me . . . about everything? Could he see into the future? I mean, it’s like everything he said is—
289
what’s the word—supposed to happen?”
“Predestined,” Dennis said, with a grimace.
We sat in silence. I don’t know what Dennis was thinking, but my head was filled with images scrolling across my brain, like the breaking news crawl on CNN.
WASHINGTON STATE GIRL GETS SHOCK OF HER LIFE. FINDS OUT SHE’S
PART FAERY AND HAS A FAKE GRANDPA ALL IN ONE WEEK! STAY TUNED
FOR THE WHOLE STORY.
The whole story? Geez, wouldn’t that be nice!
When the silence got too heavy, I cleared my throat. “So, apparently this Kyle Cassidy guy could see into the future.”
“Looks that way,” Dennis said. “Your dad is leaving for Ireland after the funeral. You know, the bit about: the answers are hidden on the Emerald Isle. ”
Unexpected sadness for my father’s loss crept into my heart, along with the shame I felt for thinking bad thoughts about the Purdy family. Mike had not only lost both parents in a fiery crash, but also discovered his mother was living a lie. And now he had no choice but to figure out some mystery he didn’t ask for. Talk about piling on.
Sometimes family stuff just sucks dirty dishwater.
“Ireland, huh,” I mused. “Is that where Avalon is?” I pointed at the letter. “If I’m reading this right, it says here I’m the ‘daughter of Avalon.’”
Dennis said, “I think Avalon was part of the whole Camelot myth. If I remember correctly, it’s where King Arthur found his sword, Excalibur.”
“A myth,” I repeated and waved the letter at Dennis. “This whole thing is based on a myth?
Excuse me, but doesn’t the word myth mean it’s not true? Maybe Kyle Cassidy was nuts. It’s possible, you know.”
“Allie,” Dennis said solemnly. “Think about what’s happened to you the last twelve months. The moonstone prophecy. Star Seekers. Trimarks. Do you really think we should dismiss this letter as the ramblings of some crackpot Irishman?”
“I guess not,” I said. “It’s just that when I think I’m getting stuff figured out, something else comes along and knocks me down again.”
Dennis chuckled. “You know what that’s called, kiddo?”
I shook my head.
“Life.”
I grinned up at him. “Since you’re much older than me, I guess you know more about that than I do.”
He pulled a lighter from his pants pocket. “Look it over one more time. Then, we’ll burn it.”
Startled, I pulled the letter close to my body. “Burn it? Why?”
Dennis’s face looked grim. “Just a precaution until we figure out what it means.”
I scanned the letter again, committing it to memory. “You’ll let me know?”
“You can count on it.”
I handed him the letter. A few seconds later, all that remained was a tiny pile of ashes, and my fierce determination to log on to the nearest computer and research the unfamiliar words before I forgot how to spell them.
After Dennis left, I made a decision. It had been a long week, filled with strange revelations. I
Bewildered, I shook my head and stared at Dennis McCarty, waiting for him to explain. He waved a hand in frustration. “I know, I know. It’s messed up. Instead of answers, we’ve got more questions.”
I nodded in agreement. “This thing, or person, this two-a-day Donna—whatever—that Kyle Cassidy is an emissary of . . . any idea what that is?”
Dennis rubbed a hand over his chin. “Nope. It’s Gaelic. The word is. That’s all I know.”
I re-read the letter. “So, is this guy dead, or what?”
“Yes. His death certificate was in the same envelope. He died on February 21, 1971.”
“The day after he wrote the letter?” My voice was squeaky with disbelief. “But how did he know about me . . . about everything? Could he see into the future? I mean, it’s like everything he said is—
289
what’s the word—supposed to happen?”
“Predestined,” Dennis said, with a grimace.
We sat in silence. I don’t know what Dennis was thinking, but my head was filled with images scrolling across my brain, like the breaking news crawl on CNN.
WASHINGTON STATE GIRL GETS SHOCK OF HER LIFE. FINDS OUT SHE’S
PART FAERY AND HAS A FAKE GRANDPA ALL IN ONE WEEK! STAY TUNED
FOR THE WHOLE STORY.
The whole story? Geez, wouldn’t that be nice!
When the silence got too heavy, I cleared my throat. “So, apparently this Kyle Cassidy guy could see into the future.”
“Looks that way,” Dennis said. “Your dad is leaving for Ireland after the funeral. You know, the bit about: the answers are hidden on the Emerald Isle. ”
Unexpected sadness for my father’s loss crept into my heart, along with the shame I felt for thinking bad thoughts about the Purdy family. Mike had not only lost both parents in a fiery crash, but also discovered his mother was living a lie. And now he had no choice but to figure out some mystery he didn’t ask for. Talk about piling on.
Sometimes family stuff just sucks dirty dishwater.
“Ireland, huh,” I mused. “Is that where Avalon is?” I pointed at the letter. “If I’m reading this right, it says here I’m the ‘daughter of Avalon.’”
Dennis said, “I think Avalon was part of the whole Camelot myth. If I remember correctly, it’s where King Arthur found his sword, Excalibur.”
“A myth,” I repeated and waved the letter at Dennis. “This whole thing is based on a myth?
Excuse me, but doesn’t the word myth mean it’s not true? Maybe Kyle Cassidy was nuts. It’s possible, you know.”
“Allie,” Dennis said solemnly. “Think about what’s happened to you the last twelve months. The moonstone prophecy. Star Seekers. Trimarks. Do you really think we should dismiss this letter as the ramblings of some crackpot Irishman?”
“I guess not,” I said. “It’s just that when I think I’m getting stuff figured out, something else comes along and knocks me down again.”
Dennis chuckled. “You know what that’s called, kiddo?”
I shook my head.
“Life.”
I grinned up at him. “Since you’re much older than me, I guess you know more about that than I do.”
He pulled a lighter from his pants pocket. “Look it over one more time. Then, we’ll burn it.”
Startled, I pulled the letter close to my body. “Burn it? Why?”
Dennis’s face looked grim. “Just a precaution until we figure out what it means.”
I scanned the letter again, committing it to memory. “You’ll let me know?”
“You can count on it.”
I handed him the letter. A few seconds later, all that remained was a tiny pile of ashes, and my fierce determination to log on to the nearest computer and research the unfamiliar words before I forgot how to spell them.
After Dennis left, I made a decision. It had been a long week, filled with strange revelations. I
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