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that she’s just going to keep adding to it. Eventually, my overloaded brain quiets and I’m able to fall into a light sleep but I have terrible dreams all night about Fairies attacking me.
Chapter 5
I wake up early the next morning feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. I pull on some jeans and a dark green turtle neck and then pull another long sleeved gray cardigan over it. The cold makes layering a necessity. Mom and Dad are in the kitchen when I wander in there for a bowl of cereal since it’s too early for Aunt Barb or Zac to be up yet.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Mom asks as I pull a bowl from the cupboard.
“Not much,” I reply. I grab a box of Fruity Pebbles from the pantry and get the milk. I’m too tired to speak in anything other than monosyllables. Mom and Dad seem to pick up on that and they leave me to my cereal for a few minutes.
Breaking the silence, Dad peers out the window and says, “I can’t believe he’s still there. He hasn’t moved all night.”
“He thinks he’s protecting me,” I say around a mouth full of fruity goodness.
Dad looks at me with a dumbfounded expression, his translucent mouth hanging open. “He’s protecting you?” He looks over at Mom. “I thought the Fairies wanted to take her back to their world?”
“They do,” Mom says and then adds reluctantly, “But this one says that he’s not Pooka and that he’s here to protect her from them.”
“Do you believe him?”
Mom shakes her head. “No.”
I swallow the last bite of my cereal. “I do.” Both of my parents look at me like I’ve lost my mind. Yeah, like I’m the one who seems crazy after all the stuff they’ve said over the last couple of days.
“Why do you believe him?” Mom asks.
I shrug as I stand up to put my bowl in the sink. “Because he hates what he’s doing but he won’t go even though I keep asking him to. Plus he saved me from those other Fairies in the woods yesterday.”
“What other Fairies? I thought he was the one that pushed you against the tree. You mean there are more of them here?” Dad is so angry now he almost has some color in his face.
Honestly, for the first time in my life, I don’t care if my parents are upset with me. None of this is my fault. “Yup. There were two Pooka warriors who tried to kidnap me yesterday and Kallen stopped them.”
“Xandra, you should have told us this yesterday,” Mom scolds. “We need to know these things so we can protect you.”
“There was so much going on I guess I forgot.” That sounds lame even to me but it’s the truth.
Dad looks at me as if I have the sense of a two year old who just tried to stick her hand in a light socket. “You forgot that you were attacked by two other Fairies?”
Color creeps into my cheeks. “It was a rough day,” I mumble barely loud enough for even me to hear it.
Dad starts to say something but Mom cuts him off. “Jim, she’s right. It was a rough day yesterday and we really didn’t give her a chance to tell us what happened. We just assumed that the Fairy who got snared in my protection spell was the one who attacked her.” Dad still looks like he wants to say something but he presses his ghost lips into a straight line and doesn’t.
A loud cawing from outside saves me from having to say anything else. Mom and Dad both rush to the window to see what the racket is about. “Oh my god,” Dad says quietly.
I look out the window myself and see Kallen shed his raven body for his human one. What does it say that I’m already not impressed with it? I think the last couple of days have made me numb to the weird and supernatural. I’m pleased, but I’ll admit just a little bit disappointed, that as he finishes transforming he clothes himself in something other than air.
Seeing the three of us looking at him through
Chapter 5
I wake up early the next morning feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. I pull on some jeans and a dark green turtle neck and then pull another long sleeved gray cardigan over it. The cold makes layering a necessity. Mom and Dad are in the kitchen when I wander in there for a bowl of cereal since it’s too early for Aunt Barb or Zac to be up yet.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Mom asks as I pull a bowl from the cupboard.
“Not much,” I reply. I grab a box of Fruity Pebbles from the pantry and get the milk. I’m too tired to speak in anything other than monosyllables. Mom and Dad seem to pick up on that and they leave me to my cereal for a few minutes.
Breaking the silence, Dad peers out the window and says, “I can’t believe he’s still there. He hasn’t moved all night.”
“He thinks he’s protecting me,” I say around a mouth full of fruity goodness.
Dad looks at me with a dumbfounded expression, his translucent mouth hanging open. “He’s protecting you?” He looks over at Mom. “I thought the Fairies wanted to take her back to their world?”
“They do,” Mom says and then adds reluctantly, “But this one says that he’s not Pooka and that he’s here to protect her from them.”
“Do you believe him?”
Mom shakes her head. “No.”
I swallow the last bite of my cereal. “I do.” Both of my parents look at me like I’ve lost my mind. Yeah, like I’m the one who seems crazy after all the stuff they’ve said over the last couple of days.
“Why do you believe him?” Mom asks.
I shrug as I stand up to put my bowl in the sink. “Because he hates what he’s doing but he won’t go even though I keep asking him to. Plus he saved me from those other Fairies in the woods yesterday.”
“What other Fairies? I thought he was the one that pushed you against the tree. You mean there are more of them here?” Dad is so angry now he almost has some color in his face.
Honestly, for the first time in my life, I don’t care if my parents are upset with me. None of this is my fault. “Yup. There were two Pooka warriors who tried to kidnap me yesterday and Kallen stopped them.”
“Xandra, you should have told us this yesterday,” Mom scolds. “We need to know these things so we can protect you.”
“There was so much going on I guess I forgot.” That sounds lame even to me but it’s the truth.
Dad looks at me as if I have the sense of a two year old who just tried to stick her hand in a light socket. “You forgot that you were attacked by two other Fairies?”
Color creeps into my cheeks. “It was a rough day,” I mumble barely loud enough for even me to hear it.
Dad starts to say something but Mom cuts him off. “Jim, she’s right. It was a rough day yesterday and we really didn’t give her a chance to tell us what happened. We just assumed that the Fairy who got snared in my protection spell was the one who attacked her.” Dad still looks like he wants to say something but he presses his ghost lips into a straight line and doesn’t.
A loud cawing from outside saves me from having to say anything else. Mom and Dad both rush to the window to see what the racket is about. “Oh my god,” Dad says quietly.
I look out the window myself and see Kallen shed his raven body for his human one. What does it say that I’m already not impressed with it? I think the last couple of days have made me numb to the weird and supernatural. I’m pleased, but I’ll admit just a little bit disappointed, that as he finishes transforming he clothes himself in something other than air.
Seeing the three of us looking at him through
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