the window, he motions towards the woods. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to tell us that Maurelle and Olwyn are coming. “Um, Mom, do you know what to do when two Pooka warriors attack?”
Mom turns her attention back to me. “What?”
“I think the other two Fairies are on their way.”
For the first time in my life, I see my dad look scared. That’s not comforting. At least Mom looks more determined than scared. Looking at me, she says, “Xandra, go to your room and stay there.”
“Um, wouldn’t it be safer if I stayed by you?” Being alone in my room just doesn’t seem all that safe to me. What am I going to do by myself if they make it through Mom’s protection field or whatever it is.
Mom looks like she’s going to insist I go to my room but after a hard stare, she relents. “Fine, but you are to stay behind me and for no reason are you to step outside. Understood?”
I nod. I’m starting to get a sense of how dangerous all this really is and I don’t think I’m going to handle it well at all. Right now, hysteria seems the way to go but I’ll try to keep it at bay as long as I can. How did my life flip upside down so quickly?
“Jim, please get Barb and Zac. Bring them in here.” Dad nods and passes through the wall towards the garage. A minute later, a very confused Aunt Barb joins us in the kitchen and Zac comes trailing in after her. He doesn’t look concerned at all so Dad must not have told him anything.
With a severe look over her shoulder warning us to stay put, Mom floats through the outside wall just as Maurelle and Olwyn come into view. They are still in their animal forms but Mom seems to be able to tell what they really are as she faces them down. Kallen has climbed down from his perch in the tree and is facing them as well. He’s holding a small satchel that I hadn’t seen before. He must have had it stashed somewhere because it looks too big for his raven form to carry.
As they near, Maurelle and Olwyn shimmer out of their animal form and I hear Aunt Barb gasp behind me. Zac reacts like an eight year old boy. “Whoa, that’s so cool!”
“What the hell are they?” Aunt Barb asks when she finds her voice again.
“Fairies,” I tell her but she looks as doubtful as I had when I first heard Fairies existed.
We can’t hear what anyone is saying but Maurelle’s mouth is twisted into the sneer she had when she was attacking me. Kallen has turned towards the other two Fairies and he has something clasped in his hand. Olwyn is looking at him warily but with confidence. They are obviously ready for Kallen and his Fairy darts this time. I wonder if they have some sort of defensive magic for them.
Aunt Barb apparently can’t stand not being able to hear what’s going on so she leans over the sink and pushes the kitchen window open. Dad gives her a worried look but she ignores it. We all lean towards the window straining to hear what we can.
Olwyn is turned towards Kallen. “If you throw another dart at me, Sheehogue ,” he says this as if it’s a dirty word, “I will kill you where you stand.”
Kallen looks unfazed by the threat. “Just because you are the Pooka King’s runner does not mean that you are more powerful than I am.”
Maurelle turns her attention to Kallen instead of my mother. “I am sure King Dagda will be surprised to hear his favorite nia has turned Brathadóir. We will be sure to inform him when we bring him your body.”
Kallen’s lips twist upwards but it looks more like a snarl than a smile. “King Dagda may have you on a leash like the dog you are but he has always known my position on reopening our world to this one. I will not let it happen.”
Olwyn grins and his teeth look like they didn’t quite transform all the way from his mountain lion self. His incisors are long and sharp. “I will