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half-fairies. Our son lives as a human, and our daughters as fairies, in the woods behind the cottage. But a few months ago one of my daughters brought us baby Ella. The stone fairies want to kidnap her, they want her as one of their own…”
“The same way that they steal human children?” interrupts Alistair. “I see.”
“My daughter thought that maybe we could protect her. But ever since we took the wee one in, the stone fairies have given us so much trouble. We just can’t take any more.” Libby’s beautiful eyes fill with tears.
“I fear they’ll come for Ella, and we won’t be ableto stop them,” says Kenny, his face full of apprehension. “They’ll bring her up wild, like one of them. Stone fairies don’t speak, they grunt. They’re always up to no good. And our poor daughter, she’s beside herself, missing Ella…”
“I get the picture. I’ll make them stop,” says Alistair.
I swallow. He sounds very confident.
“Come on, children, let’s go. We need to do some exploring before we set up camp.” He hustles us into the hallway. “Kenny, Libby, lock all the doors and windows. There’ll be fireworks tonight.”
“Wouldn’t it be safer if the children stayed in the cottage with us?” asks Kenny.
“Sorry, no, I need them. I’ll offer them in exchange for Ella.”
“WHAT?” we exclaim in unison. I feel a bit sick.
“Come on now!” Uncle Alistair’s voice is matter-of-fact.
On the doorstep, Libby hugs us all. “Take care… stay safe…”
Valentina looks resolute as she walks on. “Let’s GO GET THEM!” she mutters to herself.
I try to mould my face to imitate her expression, but I’m actually terrified. Why did I get myself into this?
We’re about to climb into the van, when…
“Oh no!” exclaims Kenny. “The stone fairies have slashed your tyres!”
“Of course!” says Uncle Alistair cheerily. “I was expecting this! We’ll walk.”
With a last wave to the McMillans, we walk on, some with a spring in their step, others (me) dragging their heels.
8. THREE THINGS I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT S COTLAND
Alistair Grant’s Scottish Paranormal Database
Entry Number 715: Stone circle
Type: Unknown
Location: Artan Mor
Date: Ongoing
Details: Strange phenomena have been recorded at Artan Mor, including fairy lights, St Elmo’s fires and ghostly sounds. People wandering inside the circle have been known to feel dizzy, confused and even ill for a long time. Two incidents have been recorded of people disappearing: in 1812 and in 1899. Some believe in the involvement of aliens, which the author of this database, from his own knowledge and experience, dismisses as nonsense. Others have looked to time travel for explanations, which the author considers a possibility. Every year, many people gather at Artan Mor for the summer solstice, but no strange phenomena have been recorded by trustworthy sources this year. It’s as if the stones are hiding.
The night is very black. There are a million stars above us. I lie using my hands as a pillow, wrapped in my sleeping bag, and I’m happy. Freaked out and terrified, but happy.
“According to this, stone fairies are allergic to walnuts.” Valentina is reading Magical Creatures of the Woods , a heavy tome bound in bright blue leather. Camilla is sitting beside her, glowing faintly in thedarkness, reading the book over her shoulder.
“Some are, some aren’t. Can’t rely on that one,” Uncle Alistair says briefly.
“And they can’t stand any hair product, like you said.”
“True,” says Alistair, gesturing to the cardboard box full of hairspray and the like, some of it Aunt Shuna’s. “But that’s just a temporary measure.”
“So what are we going to do?”
Uncle Alistair raises his eyebrows. “I told you, I’ll offer the two of you in exchange for baby Ella.”
I gulp. I’d been hoping I’d misheard his earlier statement. Even Camilla looks shocked.
“You wouldn’t do that,” says Valentina
“The same way that they steal human children?” interrupts Alistair. “I see.”
“My daughter thought that maybe we could protect her. But ever since we took the wee one in, the stone fairies have given us so much trouble. We just can’t take any more.” Libby’s beautiful eyes fill with tears.
“I fear they’ll come for Ella, and we won’t be ableto stop them,” says Kenny, his face full of apprehension. “They’ll bring her up wild, like one of them. Stone fairies don’t speak, they grunt. They’re always up to no good. And our poor daughter, she’s beside herself, missing Ella…”
“I get the picture. I’ll make them stop,” says Alistair.
I swallow. He sounds very confident.
“Come on, children, let’s go. We need to do some exploring before we set up camp.” He hustles us into the hallway. “Kenny, Libby, lock all the doors and windows. There’ll be fireworks tonight.”
“Wouldn’t it be safer if the children stayed in the cottage with us?” asks Kenny.
“Sorry, no, I need them. I’ll offer them in exchange for Ella.”
“WHAT?” we exclaim in unison. I feel a bit sick.
“Come on now!” Uncle Alistair’s voice is matter-of-fact.
On the doorstep, Libby hugs us all. “Take care… stay safe…”
Valentina looks resolute as she walks on. “Let’s GO GET THEM!” she mutters to herself.
I try to mould my face to imitate her expression, but I’m actually terrified. Why did I get myself into this?
We’re about to climb into the van, when…
“Oh no!” exclaims Kenny. “The stone fairies have slashed your tyres!”
“Of course!” says Uncle Alistair cheerily. “I was expecting this! We’ll walk.”
With a last wave to the McMillans, we walk on, some with a spring in their step, others (me) dragging their heels.
8. THREE THINGS I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT S COTLAND
Alistair Grant’s Scottish Paranormal Database
Entry Number 715: Stone circle
Type: Unknown
Location: Artan Mor
Date: Ongoing
Details: Strange phenomena have been recorded at Artan Mor, including fairy lights, St Elmo’s fires and ghostly sounds. People wandering inside the circle have been known to feel dizzy, confused and even ill for a long time. Two incidents have been recorded of people disappearing: in 1812 and in 1899. Some believe in the involvement of aliens, which the author of this database, from his own knowledge and experience, dismisses as nonsense. Others have looked to time travel for explanations, which the author considers a possibility. Every year, many people gather at Artan Mor for the summer solstice, but no strange phenomena have been recorded by trustworthy sources this year. It’s as if the stones are hiding.
The night is very black. There are a million stars above us. I lie using my hands as a pillow, wrapped in my sleeping bag, and I’m happy. Freaked out and terrified, but happy.
“According to this, stone fairies are allergic to walnuts.” Valentina is reading Magical Creatures of the Woods , a heavy tome bound in bright blue leather. Camilla is sitting beside her, glowing faintly in thedarkness, reading the book over her shoulder.
“Some are, some aren’t. Can’t rely on that one,” Uncle Alistair says briefly.
“And they can’t stand any hair product, like you said.”
“True,” says Alistair, gesturing to the cardboard box full of hairspray and the like, some of it Aunt Shuna’s. “But that’s just a temporary measure.”
“So what are we going to do?”
Uncle Alistair raises his eyebrows. “I told you, I’ll offer the two of you in exchange for baby Ella.”
I gulp. I’d been hoping I’d misheard his earlier statement. Even Camilla looks shocked.
“You wouldn’t do that,” says Valentina
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