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A Strange Meeting…Twelve

The bookstore was lit up, the twinkle lights sparkling.  Parker and Lexi were through the door before Bill was out of the backseat.  They both sighed in relief, as they saw the old man standing behind the counter.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name,” said Lexi, looking at the old man.

“People just call me the old man.”

“I’d rather call you by your name,” she said, smiling.

“It’s Merlin.”

“You were named after Merlin, the greatest wizard ever?” she said, her eyes wide.

“No,” said the old man.

“He IS Merlin,” said Parker, smiling at her.  “You know, the sword and stone thing.”

“Anyway,” she said, dismissing them.  “What about all the dead people and do you think the bad guys will come to the bookstore?”

“As for the dead people, they’re already dead, nothing to be done,” said the old man. “The bad guys have already visited.  Their bodies are in the back room.  I sealed the portal two hours ago,” he said, going through a short stack of books.

“How many bodies?” asked Bill.

“Three.  One of them killed Casey.  I could smell her on him.  They didn’t know who I was.  Though I just worked for the Company.  Looks can be deceiving, you know.”

“Tell me about it,” said Parker, glancing at Lexi.

Bill came out of the back room.  “No marks on them.  How’d you do it?”

“I convinced their hearts to stop beating.”

“Can you teach me to do that?” asked Lexi.

Merlin stared at her for a full three minutes and said, “Yes.  I can.”

“Thank you,” she said.

He nodded.

“Is all of this about the orange guy?” she asked.

“No,” answered Merlin.  “It’s a power play between the rich and powerful.  They want to kill a lot of people they don’t believe can contribute to their coffers.  They are using the orange one to give them a way to do it.  It’s politics as usual, just on a bigger scale.”

“So he’s being conned?” she asked.

“Yes, but he’s too egotistical to know it.”

Lexi nodded.  “Now what?”

“Now we wait for orders,” said Bill.

“I think we should be pro-active,” said Lexi.

“She’s right,” said Merlin.  “We need to act.”

“Wow,” she said. “How do you guys even get dressed in the morning?  Does someone help you?  Give me a minute and please, someone put the kettle on for tea.”

She came back an hour later with a slew of papers in her hand.  “Okay,” she said.  “Here’s the plan.”




Jasper Kingsley…Twelve

“You said yes, to Byron?” asked Raif.  “Why?”

“Maybe he can make Fairy a better place to live,” said Jasper.

“How?  And what’s wrong with it the way it is?”

“What’s wrong with it?  It’s not fair.”

“What is fair?  Here?  Where you live?  Don’t make me laugh.  That place is a thousand times worse than Fairy.”

“You’re right.”

“Really?” he asked, stunned.  “Can I have that in writing?”

“And maybe we can’t change anything in Fairy, but shouldn’t we try?”

“Give me an example of what you want to change,” said Raif, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I think fairies should stop switching children with humans.  It doesn’t work for the fairy or the human child.”

“Go on.”

“I don’t think Fairies should keep humans as pets and servants.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s wrong to enslave people?”


“Because everyone is the same.”

“Really?  You think anyone will believe that? They have already staked out their claims.  The royalty, the elite, will never give up anything they have, you should know that. They want MORE of everything, not  less.  They don’t SHARE, in case you haven’t noticed, dear sister.  And they won’t stop swapping children either.  You know that as well.  Tradition is simply another word for doing what ever you want to do, no matter who it hurts, no matter how twisted and horrible t is.”

“Are you saying that there’s nothing we can do to make a difference?”

“Yes.  That’s exactly what I’m saying.  The underlings are brainwashed into accepting their lowly position.  They don’t even fight back.  They fight each other because it’s safer that way.  No one is storming the castle, in case you haven’t noticed.  The masters have taught the slaves to be satisfied with what they are given, with what they are allowed to have.  How will you reeducate them?  It’s been going on since the beginning.”

“Even if you are making sense, what’s happening is wrong,” said Jasper.

“Not to them, it isn’t.”

“It should be.”

“The fairies on top benefit from it.  They won’t give it up.  They don’t care about the people they use, or abuse.  The elite believe they deserve more than anyone else.  They think it’s their right to abuse others. They think they are special and can do whatever they wish.”

“They aren’t special.  They’re just like everyone else, as I said before, and it’s time someone told them that.”

“You don’t have a chance.  Not a single one.  They have all the power.  Don’t you get it?  They can do anything they want to do and there is nothing to stop them because they are the ones in charge and they convinced everyone else that they are in charge.  Thats what slavery is…making the slaves believe they belong where they are.  They people on the bottom accept that they belong there, giving their lives for the people who take everything from them.”

“That’s sick.”

“I know.”

“I hate it when you make sense.”

“Where’s Fluff?”

“Still sleeping it off.”

“I have an idea.”

“Ah, the first one ever?”

“Don’t be mean, sister of mine.  Instead of going after the rich, try to improve conditions for the poor.  Work toward changing things for the slaves, for the glamoured humans.  Start from there and you might be able to make a difference, if you work from the bottom up.”

“All these years I’ve waited for you to say something intelligent and now it’s happened.  What’s next?”

“I’ve been saving myself for this very moment.”

“Are you in love with Aie?”

He shrugged.  “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Neither do I,” said Jasper.  “At least not that kind of love.”





“I don’t think it was right of you to make me leave the room,” huffed Novak.

“Okay,” said Louise.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to talk to Mr. Tuche alone and I didn’t know how it would go.”

“I don’t see why I couldn’t have been there,”  he said, sulkily.

“Did you want to watch me tie them up?”

“I think Mr. Tuche actually liked it,” snickered Novak.

“I think he did too,” said Louise, grinning.

“Roger slipped me his card.  The names of his two books, along with his phone number, are written on the back.”

“Seriously,” she asked, turning to look at him.

Novak nodded.  “Do you think someone will find them before they starve to death?”

“They would die of thirst first but the cleaning person comes in tomorrow, so she’ll release them.”

“How long before we get to where we’re going?” asked Shane, yawing.

“Thirty minutes,” answered Louise.

“I’m gonna catch some z’s.”

“Go ahead.  I’ll wake you wen we get there,” said Louise.


“Yes, you can nap as well, sweet thing.”

“How did you get that bird?” asked Novak, staring at the pigeon.

“I didn’t get her, I found her on the sidewalk.  Her wing was damaged and she was hiding behind a trash bin, scared out of her mind.  I picked her up, shoved her inside my jacket and took her home, where she would be safe.  That was over a year ago.  One day, when I was thinking out loud, she answered me and a partnership was born.”

“Do you think other birds can talk?”


“Did she just decide to stay with you?”

“She did,” smiled Louise.

“So where are we going now?”

“We are going to see a man named Francis Dorken.  He’s the guy who cast the spell on the canvas.”

“What are you going to do to him?”

“I guess that will depend on him.”

Novak nodded.  “Got it.”

“You’re going to wait in the car.”

“I am NOT going to wait in the car,” said Novak, frowning and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I can make you stay in the car,” she said softly.

“You wouldn’t…”

“Look.  Dorken plays with magick.  You don’t know anything about magick, so you won’t know what’s going on and you won’t see what’s coming at you.”

“But this is about me!” he snapped. “I should be there.”

“It is about you, but you hired me to protect you and I’m telling you that you’re going to stay in the car.”

“This is my life and if I want to put myself in danger, that’s up to me.”

Louise looked at him and said,  “You’re right.  You can come in.”

“I can?”

“Yes.  It is your life and you can do whatever you like…as long as you understand that by being there, you’ll be putting Shane’s and my life in danger.  If I’m busy trying to take care of you, I won’t be able to do my job.  I won’t be as alert to the things around me and we all might be killed.  But it’s your choice.”

“You’re evil.”

“I know,” she said smiling.  “And I don’t care.”


“Do you have a few moments?” asked Buttercup.

“Yes.  I think I’ve seen all the sparkly things, so they won’t be as distracting.”

They sat on an overturned log and watched the dancers float across the floor.

“I’ll never be able to do that,” said Edith.  “I’m way too big and heavy.  Being half human makes a difference.”

“Your father and I are going to move back to Fairy and we were hoping that you would visit often and get to know us better.”

“I want to stay with Lilly.”

“I know that.  We would just like it if you would come over now and then.”

“Okay,” said Edith.  “Will you help me find the real Edith?”

“What will we do when we find her?” asked Buttercup.

“Take her home and admit what was done,” said Edith.

“Do you think her parents will believe that she was stolen by fairies?”

“Probably not but I have to do it anyway.”

“What if Edith doesn’t want to go home?”

“She might not but I think she should have the choice.  She doesn’t even know where to look for her real parents.  She doesn’t know who she is.”

“I’ll help you,” said Buttercup.

“Thank you.”

“We’re not getting a cat, you know.  Steven said fairies are like birds to them, so it’s a bad idea.”

“Indeed,” said Buttercup shivering a bit.

“Did you know that Sprites were discriminated against?”


“Did you have any friends who were Sprites?”

“I did.  I mean I do,” said Buttercup, smiling.  “Her name is Radish because she has red hair.  She’s right over there,” she added, nodding to the Sprite who seemed to be yelling at Three. One hand on her hip, the other pointing to the punchbowl.”

“Three just pulled her sister out of the bowl,” said Edith.  “Three is my friend.”

“Buttercup waved her hand in the air and Radish looked toward her and waved back.  She said a few more things to Three and then flew toward them.

“So this is Bluebell,” she said, staring at her.  “Hmmm, she’s cute for a part human but can she fly?”

“No, I cannot fly,” said Edith, defensively, but I bet you can’t do some of the things that I can do either.”

“I like her,” said Radish, grinning.  “I like her a lot.”

Buttercup laughed.  “She’s friends with Three, you know.”

“She was supposed to be watching her sister but instead…”

“She was talking to me,” said Edith, “so I’m as much to blame as she is.”

Radish landed on Buttercup’s palm. “How did you ever produce a kid this smart?”

“Luck, I guess,” laughed Buttercup.

“Fairy isn’t that different from the human world, you know,” said Edith.  “You’re meaner but you tease each other and have friends.  You discriminate and are prejudice, but that’s part of the meanness, I guess.  You’re prettier, that’s for sure, and your clothes are beyond beautiful and you can fly and light things up.  Humans are dark by comparison.  Not being able to lie is certainly different.  I don’t know if humans ever tell the truth.  That could be because they don’t know what the truth is, of course.  You have a government and you can kill the people you want to kill, so that’s the same.  It’s lovely here, but the human world can be lovely in some places.  We can have cats and that’s a big plus.  But basically, they are the same.  I haven’t been here long enough to know if that’s true, however, but that’s my best guess at the moment.”

Buttercup and Radish stared at her.  “She’s right,” said Buttercup.

“I know,” sighed Radish.  “But right now I have to stop Bean from diving into the punchbowl again.”

“I like her,” said Edith.  “That makes me like you better as well.  You went against the rules by having her as a friend.  I wish you would have cared enough about me to do the same thing.”

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