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The Discovery
Keeva stepped out of her pool and froze, as a pair of very green, very human eyes caught and held her gaze. For a moment she was transfixed, but then, the cool, calculating part of her mind took over.
‘Did I come to the mortal world?’ She thought. No she didn’t think so… but there was a human, right there in front of her gawking like a little kid at the zoo.
‘Then how did he get here?’ she wondered. Well that didn’t matter now, he was here and he was her responsibility.
She sized him up, then asking, very calmly considering her situation, “What is your name?”
“It- it’s uh, Eirnin” he replied.
'Nice Irish accent', she couldn’t help but notice. “How did you get here, Eirnin?”
“I think I walked through a hill.”
“What?”
“I was walking along the highway. I turned to go up to my house, and bam-zam I was here in this forest.”
‘Great.’ She thought. ‘More tears between the world, and in Ireland no less? Don’t they have enough tears?’ She gave Eirnin a once over; he was about 5’2” with short brown hair and very green eyes. They seemed to go on forever, a sure sign of magyk or at least magykal tolerance. That wasn’t so weird to have an Irish boy with magykal tints, what with so many tears in the veil between the realms, Keeva reminded herself.
“Well, I suppose we’d better go.” Keeva said abruptly.
“Go where?” asked Eirnin.
“One of the nearest portals so I can send you back to the mortal world.”
“Go? I’m not leaving my life was horrible back home, this is my chance at a fresh start!”
“Look, under the laws of Amberlia, which is by the way where you are as well as our goddess, you are my charge. The law says that the first person to see a mortal is responsible for them; if the human unknowingly break the law, their dava-sheimas (one who is responsible for them) must pay a fine. I don’t want to be responsible for some 15-year-old kid…”
“I’m 16!”
“Whatever! Point is I don’t want to be in charge of you, so you’re going the portal, whether you like it or not!”
I'm not going.”
“You can move or I can move you.”
He sized up her slight, African form, and snorted, “Like you could!”
Keeva reached out with her magyk to the winds above. She grabbed three strands, brought them down, and wrapped them around Eirnin’s shoulders, his waist where his hands were, and around his ankles. They lifted him up and followed Keeva as she started toward the near-by portal.
Eirnin raved about how un-fair this was, then settling for telling her how bad his life at home had been. How his mother had died when he was 12, which had caused his father to become an alcoholic, thus forcing the care of his two sisters into his responsibilities list, as massive as it already was. His father was emotionally and physically abusive whenever he did something wrong, and even sometimes when he didn’t. When his sisters had run away six months ago he had received such a beating he had been put in the Emergency Room.
‘Whatever that is.’ Keeva thought. She was beginning to feel sorry for him, but she still didn’t want to be responsible for him. She didn’t want to send him back to that either. She could give him the supplies he would need to survive in his world of course, but she was still unsure…
Should she:
Take him to the portal ☹ OR Let him stay ☺
This story part is written by Mykalad {www.scaryfeariesamberlia.blogspot.com}one of the best writers ever known!!!!
‘Did I come to the mortal world?’ She thought. No she didn’t think so… but there was a human, right there in front of her gawking like a little kid at the zoo.
‘Then how did he get here?’ she wondered. Well that didn’t matter now, he was here and he was her responsibility.
She sized him up, then asking, very calmly considering her situation, “What is your name?”
“It- it’s uh, Eirnin” he replied.
'Nice Irish accent', she couldn’t help but notice. “How did you get here, Eirnin?”
“I think I walked through a hill.”
“What?”
“I was walking along the highway. I turned to go up to my house, and bam-zam I was here in this forest.”
‘Great.’ She thought. ‘More tears between the world, and in Ireland no less? Don’t they have enough tears?’ She gave Eirnin a once over; he was about 5’2” with short brown hair and very green eyes. They seemed to go on forever, a sure sign of magyk or at least magykal tolerance. That wasn’t so weird to have an Irish boy with magykal tints, what with so many tears in the veil between the realms, Keeva reminded herself.
“Well, I suppose we’d better go.” Keeva said abruptly.
“Go where?” asked Eirnin.
“One of the nearest portals so I can send you back to the mortal world.”
“Go? I’m not leaving my life was horrible back home, this is my chance at a fresh start!”
“Look, under the laws of Amberlia, which is by the way where you are as well as our goddess, you are my charge. The law says that the first person to see a mortal is responsible for them; if the human unknowingly break the law, their dava-sheimas (one who is responsible for them) must pay a fine. I don’t want to be responsible for some 15-year-old kid…”
“I’m 16!”
“Whatever! Point is I don’t want to be in charge of you, so you’re going the portal, whether you like it or not!”
I'm not going.”
“You can move or I can move you.”
He sized up her slight, African form, and snorted, “Like you could!”
Keeva reached out with her magyk to the winds above. She grabbed three strands, brought them down, and wrapped them around Eirnin’s shoulders, his waist where his hands were, and around his ankles. They lifted him up and followed Keeva as she started toward the near-by portal.
Eirnin raved about how un-fair this was, then settling for telling her how bad his life at home had been. How his mother had died when he was 12, which had caused his father to become an alcoholic, thus forcing the care of his two sisters into his responsibilities list, as massive as it already was. His father was emotionally and physically abusive whenever he did something wrong, and even sometimes when he didn’t. When his sisters had run away six months ago he had received such a beating he had been put in the Emergency Room.
‘Whatever that is.’ Keeva thought. She was beginning to feel sorry for him, but she still didn’t want to be responsible for him. She didn’t want to send him back to that either. She could give him the supplies he would need to survive in his world of course, but she was still unsure…
Should she:
Take him to the portal ☹ OR Let him stay ☺
This story part is written by Mykalad {www.scaryfeariesamberlia.blogspot.com}
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