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endlesstomorrowstory · 7 years ago

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II. Indecision

Genesis believed that every person should know something about the people who bore them. Especially as Genesis Adams felt like she was on the cusp of being an adult.

At 21, the end of her junior year in college, Genesis only knew very few things about her birth parents. She had two favorite memories: her mother had smelled like dew and fresh cut grass, and her father had once told her ‘every person has a place in the universe, even if you don’t know where it is, it will find you.’

Most of her early memories were in tatters. Which caused a gaping rift in Genesis’ heart, because she knew something was missing.

Not that her life had been bad. Her aunt and uncle had done everything in their power to make sure her childhood had been happy.

They had been more than kind. Especially as Aunt Catherine had not meant to take in her sister's daughter. Genesis had heard the story of her arrival on exactly five occasions. It mostly occurred around the holidays, when her aunt had had a bit too much eggnog.

This had never been an issue until last night, during the last recounting. It had been her cousin’s birthday dinner. Trudy was 18 years old and had just graduated high school that spring. The kid was about to go off to college – now only three weeks away. Her aunt was thrilled to have her two oldest girls going off to college, and that Trudy would be at the same school as Genesis so they could keep an eye on each other. Trudy had always been sister like to Genesis, so it wasn’t like she minded. Though Trudy was in a bit of a rebellious stage and chafed at the idea of having a watcher.

Anyway, at Trudy’s birthday her aunt had had one too many glasses of wine. As Genesis had slung her aunt’s arm over her shoulder and helped her off to bed, her aunt had started recounting that story again. But this time her aunt had let slip a detail that Genesis had never heard before.

Until the moment Genesis had arrived at their door on that fateful winter night, Aunt Catherine hadn't even realized her sister had a daughter. And for a second, when she’d first seen little Genesis in the doorway, Catherine hadn’t quite remembered ever having a sister.

This was world shattering for Genesis. Because how did one forget having a sister?

According to her aunt, the man who’d brought Genesis to her had smiled, and Catherine had shook herself. Her aunt had nodded, because clearly she had a sister. She just couldn't quite place her name, or face, or anything. But then, the man smiled again, and Catherine stopped thinking about it and offered the man who said he was from Child Services a glass of water. The man declined, saying he had to be on his way.

He’d told Catherine her sister, whom she still couldn’t picture in her mind as well as her sister’s husband had died in a tragic accident. As next of kin, the child was brought to Catherine. Catherine, having a daughter who still just a baby, agreed to take her niece in. Her husband, a God-fearing man, would not hear of doing anything different. Especially as the child was quite adorable and sadness seemed to seep off of her in waves.

Somehow Catherine never thought to ask what happened to her sister, beyond it being a tragic accident. She forgot to ask how the child had come to be on her doorstep clothed in odd styled clothing - which looked better suited to a beach. She forgot to ask the man's name. She forgot to ask a lot of things.

But most importantly she's forgotten to ask a child's name. Or anything about her sister or her sister’s husband.

So Catharine had been left with a child, with no background and no information. And finally, when they were alone and the child turned her sad blue eyes up at the Catherine, she was struck speechless. It was her husband that had the wherewithal to ask the child's name. Well, when the child said she needed a new name, her husband laughed. But the child would give no name. Catherine, snapping out of whatever daze she'd been in at her husband’s laugh, decided to call her Genesis. Because this was a new beginning, a new start for the young girl. Catherine had named her Genesis.

It was all very tragic. But Genesis, as an adult, finally understood why her Aunt never spoke about her sister. Why she seemed to avoid the topic completely. In fact, it explained the glazed eyed look her Aunt got at the very mention of Genesis’ prior life.

It was because she had no memory. Because, maybe, there was no sister, and her Aunt wasn’t really her aunt.

But Genesis maybe was reading too much into her Aunt’s drunken tale. Maybe her Aunt was just so saddened by her memories that it was easier making stories up.

And Catherine had been a good parent. Genesis had fond memories of growing up in New Hampshire. She could remember summer days on picnic blankets, her cousin – a toddler – chasing butterflies. Her Aunt, arms around Genesis, sitting out in the sun on a grassy hill reading them stories.

Aunt Catherine, Uncle Mark, cousin Trudy, and later her young cousin Katie had been all the family Genesis had needed. The four of them had been a family to her when she had nowhere else to go. Genesis had lived in the small town of Groveland Falls since she was five with them.

It was where grew up. Where she’d had her first crush. Gone to school. Shared her first kiss. Where she’d broken her leg falling out of a tree chasing Trudy.

It was home.

Today was a beautiful day, and even though Genesis’ thoughts were stuck on her Aunt’s latest recounting, she tried to shake off the weight and enjoy the day.

Autumn had come again to Groveland Falls. It was a small farming community, named for a beautiful waterfall that cascaded down a nearby mountain. A couple miles from the center of town. There was a walking trail and everything. Tourists loved to go there.

Genesis was out and about, heading the opposite way from town. She stood on the dirt road that ran by one of the farmer’s fields on the outskirts of the town. Two years ago a new, shiny paved road had been laid through town, making the dirt one unnecessary. Genesis still found it to be the fasted route back to her Aunt’s house from the Farmer’s Market in town square. The dirt road also ran parallel to Haven Woods, the haunted and much feared forest. The only time the town’s people had ventured in was to look for children that sometimes disappeared.

The local news blamed ghosts in the woods. The national news blamed a serial killer they’d caught four years ago.

Genesis blamed herself. The first girl to go missing had been her best friend. Thus Genesis swore tragedy seemed to follow her, even to the quiet town. It had happened when she was in elementary school. Her best friend, Alexis Gordon, had disappeared from the woods. It still weighed heavy on Genesis’ mind that she had been the last one to see her friend. The town had since given up on finding Alexis; Lexi’s parents had even moved way, not being able to stand the loss of their daughter. Four other little girls had gone missing after Alexis.

Genesis blamed herself in some ways, though the rational part of her brain said she had been too young to do anything to prevent it. Still, the human heart was not the most rational of places.

The smell of autumn drifted through the fresh, crisp air. The soft wind picked up red, orange, and gold leaves flinging them around in a playful dance, it tossed the corn silk in the fields making it fly off and into the evening air. The sun was just setting over the mountains that lay far off in the distance; coloring the open fields with glorious shadows. On a day such as this, most people chose to stay indoors and sip warm cocoa by the fire with a good book or movie.

Yet, the silence of the late afternoon was broken by the melodious clip of Gen’s shoes on the road that ran by the fields. The clip ended shortly as she stopped on the edge of the fields and brushed the corn stalks aside peering into the golden abyss. She shivered slightly, the chill finding its way to her, even though she was snuggled into a soft brown sweater and faded jeans.

Genesis sighed, still on the edge of the field. It would be easier to follow the road back home, but something tugged at her. Even after Alexis had disappeared she couldn’t help but go back to the woods. She had snuck in after school, or before dinner, or whenever she got the chance. When she was in high school her Aunt had finally realized where she was going, but she didn’t complain. Her Aunt was more understanding than anyone else Genesis knew. Plus the killer had been caught and was in prison, several states away.

Debating whether to go straight home, Genesis stood a moment more then headed into the cornfields. Her hair snagged on the stalks of corn until she finally tied the mid-length mass at the nape of her neck. The wind, soft as it was, was still crisp enough to stain her cheeks red with cold. Her blue eyes sparkled with delight at finding no one in the fields. Sometimes the farmer or the seasonal workers were moving through them, but not today.

The play of the wind in the trees, the sound of a babbling brook not far off, these were enough to make one girl happy for just a few moments in eternity. Since no one was around she slipped out of the fields and into the deep serenity of Haven Woods.

As Genesis’ eyes adjusted, they focused on her marker. The woods had gotten more and more overgrown throughout the years, and she had grown tall enough that she could no longer duck under the brush. Instead she had marked the easiest route with light blue ribbons, the color only visible if you were looking for them.

She stood at the first marker watching the blue ribbon flap slightly, as a stronger bit of wind gusted by. Genesis shivered slightly, and hugged herself tighter. Without thinking, her legs moved of their own accord, drawing her onto the overgrown path that hadn’t been well used since the eighteen hundreds. Most people in the town would not step foot in the woods at all, let alone far enough to find any semblance of the path that was left. It was rugged and scary looking on the outside, so most people thought it was haunted. Superstitious fools.

But then, the woods on the other side of town were much better maintained, almost manicured. That set of woods had hiking trails and worn dirt paths – like the one up to the falls. It was much easier to explore those woods. Genesis understood why people preferred Grove Woods.

But Genesis had a taste for wild things. For shadows and dark hidden paths.

If there were ghosts or spirits in Haven Woods, well she wasn’t scared. Genesis figured the only ghosts here must be lonely. Their souls still clinging to earth, wafting through the trees and bushes, sending animals scattering away in surprise. She had been coming through Haven Woods far too long to be scared anymore. To her, the ghosts were welcome. They made better company then her cousins most days. Genesis rolled her eyes heavenwards at the thought of her 14-year-old cousin, Katie. Just young enough to still idolize her, but too old to admit she was. And of course, rebellious Trudy. They were both wonderful girls who Genesis loved, but sometimes she wanted to be left alone.

The thing she loved most about the forest was that it felt alive. It was overflowing with of magic, dancing all around her, stemming from the very heart of the woods. Old magic was here; the kind that brought to mind of faeries or mythical creatures. But if they were here, Genesis had never seen them. And honestly, it was probably her active imagination that thought that.

Genesis finally broke through trees and from the sort-of-path and entered into a clearing. The weathered and worn Cross Creek Graveyard still stood where it always had. Genesis had figured out that it was mostly Civil War heroes and pioneers that had been buried here. Her last year of high school she had etched the words onto paper and found records in the local library. No one alive remembered these people but her. In middle school, during one flight of fancy, she had dubbed herself the guardian of the place and guardian of the lost souls who lived there.

Once a year, around Halloween, as close as she could come, she polished the stones and cleaned them. In the spring she planted new flowers on every grave and raked the leaves that had fallen.

Last year during summer break she had untangled the black picked fence until it was once again straight and good as it was going to get. There still wasn’t a gate though, it had fallen off and rusted to long ago for it to be usable. With a smile she stepped in and over to the stone she’d rolled in so she could sit and rest. Setting her small backpack down, she collapsed on the rock and just sat, enjoying the autumn day.

Dark long lashes veiled her soft blue eyes as she took in the sounds of little animals and birds, the smell of fallen leaves and earth. Genesis at 5’5 folded her frame with pristine grace, the sort that only the young had, until she sat crossed legged and staring at the statue that seemed to guard the graveyard.

Well, it was more of an archway. A small star supported by two angels who stood in silence, stone eyes tilted skyward. It was almost as if they were reaching for the star, and each other.

Genesis had always wondered about the angels, who was the architect? Why an archway in the graveyard?

Alexis had said, upon first hearing of them, that it must lead to someplace wonderful. Genesis, who loved fantasy and prized freedom above all else, was skeptical but loved the idea of a gateway to another world. It was too bad Lex wasn’t still there to help her speculate why it had been built in the first place. Genesis sometimes imaged what it would be like if Alexis was still there, what they would talk about, the things they would do.

The leaves rustled behind her, and Genesis whipped her head around. Her eyes settled on two birds, perched on the limb of a lumbering oak, their eyes watching her. “Hello, pretty things.” Genesis murmured. She thought it odd that a dove and a raven should sit together on one branch, but there they were. The two birds stared as if waiting for something to happen.

The wind picked up so suddenly that Genesis was unsettled from her perch on the rock. It dashed over her, causing her to shutter.

All around her the forest was coming alive. The birds within the forest took the air crying out in dismay. The raven and dove were the only birds not on wing. The woods seemed to be chilling, getting darker. Genesis felt the edge of fear stab at her, like a snake ready to strike. “What’s happening?” She murmured, as the shadows somehow seemed to spread out, becoming more real. The only time the forest had ever felt scary was the day Lexi had disappeared, but it had not been like this. This was spine quivering fear that stole through her. Shakily, Genesis pulled her backpack back on and stood. Maybe it was time she went home. It was getting dark after all. Genesis gave a half laugh, the sound eerie in the sudden silence as the animals and bird sounds seemed to have completely disappeared.

Genesis took a step toward the entry. But without warning, Genesis was pulled from her feet. Lurching to her side she looked to see what had caused it and found nothing there. Genesis screamed as she felt a pull on her leg, though the only thing there was shadows. The inky blackness seemed to be wrapped around her ankle, pulling her toward the stone archway.

It must be her imagination right? She had an abundance of imagination. Hell, her creative writing teacher at college even told her she might have too much. Yet, it was as if the shadows were a real tangible substance, like molten ink burning her skin.

Struggling to get up, Genesis made it to her knees when she felt another sharp tug. Soon she was back on the ground and being pulled through the archway.

When she opened her eyes again there was no other side, just empty blackness and the feeling that the world was falling away.

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endlesstomorrowstory · 7 years ago

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III. Fly Away From Here

Most mornings Genesis woke up in a tiny twin sized bed in her dorm room. That bed was still, and was just as long as she was tall, so when she stretched in the morning she felt as if she might fall off one end or the other. Usually she was greeted by white washed walls and a harsh ivory ceiling. The splashes of color from taped photos and posters. But today was not most days. Today, a deep pain behind her eyes met Genesis when she woke up. Almost a hangover headache. A sunny blue sky and puffy white clouds forced her eyes closed again, protecting themselves against the too bright sunlight. Genesis looked at the back of her eyelids for a few minutes, trying to decide where she was.

‘What do I remember I remember being Haven Woods, I remember a crazy dream about shadows, and two odd birds. It was afternoon. It was cold. I’m not cold now. I’m actually quite warm.’ Genesis finally opened her eyes and sat up. Her gaze fell to study her surroundings; a clearing in a forest, a bright blue sky, no one in sight. It would have been normal if she was still in Cross Creek Graveyard, or if it was still fall for that matter. Neither of these things was true though. Genesis Adams had awoken in the middle of a bright summer green forest with no graveyard in sight. “I’m bloody Rip Van Winkle.”

There was a worn path a few feet away, but it look well-worn and not in the least overgrown. The rest of the clearing was surrounded by big oak and maple trees. At least they looked like oaks and maple, though the leaves were an odd shade of gray green. Slowly Genesis lifted herself off the ground and stood with arms crossed, lips pressed together in a frown. ‘This isn’t Haven Woods. And it obviously isn’t autumn here. Was I abducted? If so, who took me? And how did we get to a climate where its summer so fast? Was I drugged?’ Genesis mused. She was still in the same outfit, still had her backpack. That was good. Though she was rather warm. Figuring that she wasn’t in immediate danger, Genesis yanked off her sweater to revealing a plain black tank top. With the heat factor taken care of, she rummaged through her backpack. ‘Not much.’ She sighed. It was vacation, so she had packed light. A granola bar, a note book, a couple pens, blue tooth headphones and cell phone. ‘Cell phone!’ Genesis grinned, pleased with herself. She could call home and ask her uncle to come find her.

Luckily, she had just charged it. She touched the screen and sighed. “It figures. No service.” Surprising, almost everywhere had a tower due to the world’s dependence on their phones. Apparently not here though. Glancing heavenward she studied the sky. White clouds sailed by lazily. And the sun was high in the sky, probably noon time. Actually…. the two suns were high in the sky. “Now I’m seeing things too. That’s just terrific.” She rubbed at her eyes, maybe she was hung over. Not that she remembered drinking.

Glancing back to her surrounding she found that there was nothing to do but leave. If she stayed, then whoever had taken her might come back. Or, had she even been taken? Maybe she was dreaming. She had dreamed about inky shadows pulling her through the gateway. Maybe she hadn’t woken up yet. Genesis rolled her eyes; it was juvenile to think that this was a dream. Her head hurt, she was warm, and no knight in shining armor had come to sweep her off her feet. Thus it couldn’t be a dream. ‘Cause that’s sound logic’ she laughed at herself.

Speaking of logic, the path in front of her seemed to be her best bet for finding civilization. Genesis took no notice as she left the clearing, of an archway, obscured by weeds and ivy, tucked behind a layer of trees. It would have made even less sense to her, that it was the exact archway that stood in Cross Creek Graveyard.

About an hour of walking and Genesis had still not found any recognizable landmarks or even the hint of a town. She had come out of the forest onto a well maintained dirt road. It looked well used, ruts from cars worn into it. Though, come to think of it, the tracks looked more like wagon wheels and less like tire tracks then she would like. That and the season change…. Oh, and the two suns thing…. Which hadn’t yet gone away, no matter how much she rubbed at her eyes. All led Genesis to believe that she was: a) going crazy, b) dreaming, c) had time travelled, or d) was on another planet. None of these options seemed like good things, so instead Genesis choose to ignore the fact that this place was weird, and instead focus on finding another human being.

She had to admit the idea of being on another world was thrilling. It would almost make sense. The earth only revolves around one star, not two. If there were two suns than she’d be in a binary star system. And that would mean she was no longer in the solar system she was familiar with. ‘That would mean I’m on another planet light years away from home’” It was more likely she was hallucinating the second sun; she even hoped that was true. ‘Sad that I hope I’m hallucinating.’ As awesome as a fantasy adventure with castles and elves and the like was, it was frightening and unlikely. ‘I’ve been playing too much dungeons and dragons. Even if somehow I’ve been teleported to another world then there has to be a way back. So how did I get here? Shadows and a magic gateway? Boy Lexi would love that.’

She was so lost in her musings that she didn’t notice the clip-clop of hooves on the dirt road. But then, she was being inundated with so many new sounds that it wasn’t surprising she missed one in the assault of noises. Thus she felt her heart stutter when a voice called, “Excuse me, miss?”

Genesis’s head jerked toward the voice. A man sat astride a chestnut mare, and he was staring at her with obvious curiosity. “Uh… hi.” She murmured in response. Her eyes raked over first the man and then the horse. Surprisingly, the horse looked like a normal horse. Which was good. But a problem had arisen that she couldn’t explain away. The man was wearing a cape of deep purple, leather boots over deep purple britches, and a brown tunic. He also had silver eyes and silver hair held in a braid down to his ankles. That would have been fine if he didn’t look about 30 and his skin wasn’t so perfect it almost sparkled. No, he just bloody sparkled.

Genesis rubbed at her eyes hoping it was a trick of the light. Nope. The sparking thing was real.

“You look in need of assistant.” He arched one well-defined silver brow as he studied her, his eyes roaming over her clothes, her bag, and finally coming to her eyes. “I am Dulcis, a messenger, and lord of the Cieren. And who, my lady, are you? And how did you come to be wandering the roads alone?” He reminded her of an ice sculpture. His skin was pale, his eyes were pale, his hair was pale; hell he was all pale white. And sparkly. Lest not forget the sparkling.

She figured she might as well roll with it at this point, “Genesis, but people call me Gen. I’m a bit lost. Can you tell me where I am?”

Dulcis nodded, “It is a pleasure, Lady Genesis. You are currently in Suoibor. How did you come to be here without knowing it? And I must say, with no insult intended, the mages must have some strange new court fashions. What is the influence?”

“Mages?” Genesis asked, flabbergasted, “What mages? And what’s so weird about my clothes?” A slight flush rose on her cheeks and her gaze dropped to take in her clothing. There was nothing really wrong, no gaping holes at least. Maybe a smudge of dirt here or there.

“You jest. It’s quite amusing.” He chuckled, “The Mages, your people. You know…the only humans on Noitome.”

She blinked at him, silence stretching out between them.

Finally, she asked, “What’s Noitome?”

This time Dulcis outright laughed, a high and light sound that flittered like a bird song. “You’re a strange one. I never knew mages had such a sense of humor”

“No, I was raised in New England.” Genesis suppressed a sigh. He wiped at his eyes as he tried to brush away the mirth he found in her words. When he finally looked at her again, he took in her tight lipped frown and her slumped shoulders. “You sound as if you’ve lost your memory, lady fair.” He said it like a joke, but Genesis just shrugged. “No. Not that. I just don’t know how I got here. One minute I was sitting in the woods outside of town, next thing I know I’m being through this archway. Then I woke up here.” Any trace of amusement had vanished from his face. “You’re from earth?” He sounded like the idea was the strangest thing in the world and a look of incredulity settled on his face. But, he didn’t dismiss it outright, which gave him brownie points in Genesis’ book. He considered this for a bit. “Well, that is most interesting news. The portals haven’t been open for centuries.” Dulcis tipped on shoulder up in a shrug, making the movement graceful and posh. “Who knows how the old magic works though. No one pays much attention to such things anymore.” His eyes ran over her again. “You really are not jesting are you?”

“No. I’m really not.”

“You are not on earth, child. You would do well to remember that.” His eyes narrowed at her and he let out an almost dramatic sigh. Then, he had dismounted from his horse. The movement of him sliding off of the horse was an act of beauty, almost a dance move. Genesis wondered how somebody could move like this person.

But then, was he a person? Because according to what he’d implied, he wasn’t human at all. He was awful pretty, whatever he was.

Then again, she considered, Dulcis might not actually be a he. Heck if she knew what supernatural alien races would classify themselves as. Did they even classify? Was it rude to ask?

As her mind whirled down that rabbit hole of questions, Dulcis had approached her and was now standing very close. Almost invading her personal space. When she realized he was so close, her mind blanked for a second. Standing, he was taller than she had thought, almost towering over her. And oh so pretty. Like belonged in a museum pretty.

He gestured for her to move. Since she was rolling with the situation, Genesis began walking along with him, as he led his horse. “You are currently in Suoibor, on the planet of Noitome. Suoibor is one of the great nations. Not as great as my nation, but then I am bias. I am a Cieren, my people are mainly found in oceanic and marsh areas in a land called Nichet. But alas as I am a messenger, I travel more than most of my species. I am on my way to the Sidhe court.”

Blink. Blink. “Like fairies?”

“I would not use that term.” He seemed slightly amused.

“Okay…. And you’re a siren?” She asked, mispronouncing the word slightly. He annunciated the word again and Genesis mouthed it silently. “So I’m on a different planet. Not Earth. This planet is called Noitome. And we’re currently in a nation of Sidhe.” She said, trying to wrap her head around the idea of other planet plus magic creatures.

Dulcis chuckled, “Do you not find this wonderful! You are the first of your kind to wander through a gateway in a great many years.” He tilted his head so his eyes caught the sunlight. “I would sing it’s wonders for you, as my people are known to do, but if legends are correct, your kind does not react well.” Dulcis’ half smile had an edge of darkness to it. “Not that I would mind tempting a pretty human down a dark path way.”

Genesis felt a spike of fear and felt her body tense. Yet she kept pace, not sure what else she could do at this point. Where would she run?

As if he didn’t notice her hesitation, he continued. “But you are a bit odd. I am surprised that you have a bit of magic. The stories tell that all magic left Earth. Which is why I supposed you were a Mage, the human residents of this world.”

“What?” She gaped at him like he had just told her the sky was pink. Apparently he didn’t hear her. Or chose to ignore it. “You honestly look part Sidhe, or something of the sort. Maybe a few generations back, before we all left earth.” Dulcis sighed, “Suoibor is one of sixteen kingdoms that were created on this world. This is where all the magic from Earth came to. When humans started to persecute those they believe to be of

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, the people of the craft had to leave.” He finally looked at her again, “I would not linger in this nation if I were you. If I recall correctly, the Sidhe used to like human children. They might decide to keep you.” He sighed almost dramatically, ��Other nations are mainly also ruled by one race, although some are run by counsels of multiple races. Do you know anything of the others? I do not know how much memory of our kinds the humans retained.” “Fairy tales and myths. I’ve read lots of books and online stuff. Most of its probably all untrue, but they had to start somewhere right?”

“Most of it is probably as true as our knowledge of humans. We have been separated for a very long time now.” A flutter of his hand seemed to dismiss this very weighty statement. “It is too bad I cannot assist you further than some basic information and directions. But I must get to the court with my message.”

“I don’t even know what I need assistance with. Getting home I guess. Where are we going, by the way?” Rolling with it was only going to get her so far, she needed actual plans at some point.

“’By the way?’ I do not know this place.” He glanced over his shoulder.

“It’s an expression,” Genesis rolled her eyes. And now she was going to have to figure out how to rid her speech of idioms.

“I am taking you to the border of Atheria before I go to the Sidhe court. From there though, you will be on your own.”

“What’s in Atheria? Why would I go there?”

“The angelic kin are located in Atheria. They have many texts on old magic there and some of the higher angels still practice. Plus many of their race are long lived. Some have been around from when even Earth was young. They will be the most help to you I believe. The capitol of the nation is a grand city, called Interviel.”

“How far are we from there?” “A day’s travel to the border. Several days walk to the capitol from there.”

“Oh, okay.” Genesis sighed, ‘I hate walking….’ “I appreciate your help.” Genesis almost didn’t catch his smile in response.

“Another lesson little human, never thank the Sidhe. You did well in your regard. It is considered a favor should you say thank you. And you never want to be in debt to the Sidhe.” He smiled, “My kind do not mind the actual words. Nor will we hold it against you.”

Genesis nodded to herself, ‘I have so much to learn if I’m going to make it home. Guess what Toto, I’m not in Kansas anymore.’ A sad thought, as she didn’t even have a puppy companion to keep her company. ‘Maybe I can find a pair of ruby slippers to click together at least.’

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