“What are you going to do now?” Lizzi asked Toby as they sat in the orchard. “Orzan is dead and Merlin said the Everspell is what killed him. I told him about the wand and that I gave it to Lyssa. I think he finally realized that he should at least consider my visions.” Toby smiled at her. “The Everspell is gone and so is the temptation.”
“I don’t know what I am going to do. I still want to find out who my father is.” Toby watched Craig throw a stick for his Mog to go and fetch. Megan stood beside him with crossed arms.
When the Mog came back Craig handed her the stick to throw. Megan shook her head and then finally took it and threw it several hundred feet away. Even from where Toby watched them, he could see the amazed expression on Craig’s face at Megan’s super far throw. Megan smiled at Craig and then started to walk away as he looked in the distance and then at Megan before following her.
“Craig has no idea that Banshee women are usually dominate in any relationship,” Lizzi said as they both watched them.
“I guess he will find out.” Toby and Lizzi laughed as they sat in the final rays of the setting sun.
“Merlin if anyone can help you. The fate did say he was powerful--your father I mean.” Lizzi then opened her mouth in an O like she had just realized something. “Maybe you are a long lost prince of some distant land where no one has chores to do and I can come live there with you.” Lizzi stepped out from under the apple tree and stood in front of Toby. “Until then, when you save me from chores, I have to go now and help prepare for supper.”
Toby reached for her hand and kissed it gently.
“If I am, you will be the first to know,” Toby said with a smile.
“I’m expecting that.” Lizzi pointed her finger playfully at him before leaving Toby alone in the orchard.
Toby sat there for a moment thinking of his home in the Etherworld. Maybe he could confront his mother about it. Surely she would know and now that he knows, she had nothing to hide.
The sun hung like a still pendulum in the indigo sky. The air was cooling and he placed his hands into his pocket when something pricked his palm.
Quickly, he pulled out his hand and looked at the small cut that ran across his mark. He reached into his pocket and found an arrow-shaped piece of glass with his blood smeared on it. Just when he was going to throw the piece of shard glass away, something about it caught his eye.
Words began to form. “My son, Toby, save me—father.” Toby felt his heart stop. The words faded and he was left staring at his own reflection in the blackened piece of glass.
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M.M. Gavillet lives in west central Illinois with her husband, two children, one dog, three cats, several ducks and two demanding guinea pigs where she drinks more tea than any sane person should and likes to play in the dirt planting flowers. She has been spinning stories since she was little, but only recently discovered her passion for writing.
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