"Father. Father!" The small girl's voice rang out.
She clambered around the large Victorian house, searching. Her long raven hair was in her face, and she was still in her blue silk night gown. She had woken from a nightmare not five minutes before, and had found her father's room empty. Now, she spotted him through the glass door leading to the garden. He was a tall, thin and kind man, crouched down and pulling weeds in the neat and tidy green expanse. He heard her, finally, as she opened the door and stepped out.
"Good morning, my darling Leena." He smiled at her. The child gave a small smile and ran over to him, finding comfort in his warm embrace. The air was fragrant in flowers and her father's after shave, and the sun was pouring down quite merrily. Birds called to them from the tree's. Something else was resting in her father's daffodils.
"Father, I had another nightmare." She whispered to him, pulling away from the long hug. He kept his hand lightly on her shoulder. "Was it the same one?" He asked.
"Yes. Only the bad ones were worse. They have gotten more cruel." She told him, tears coming to her lovely eyes.
"My poor dear..." Her father stood up and walked meaningfully to another spot in the garden, where he grew herbs. He reached down and picked some rosemary, walked back to the girl and gave it to her. "This will protect you, and keep away your nightmares. Place it under your pillow, and they will stop." The girl smiled. He always seemed to have an answer and a solution. She turned to leave, but remembered something.
"There was another new thing in it, too... There was a man... He looked like you. A bad one found out about him, how he could see there kind. She killed him, Father." Again, the girl had tears in her eyes, and they were haunted from the night's dream. Her father's face grew grim, and he went to her and embraced her again.
"It seems they are showing you the past, Leena. If I am not mistaken, the man had a scar on his face?" He asked. The child nodded against him.
"That was my father, your grandfather. That is how he died. An unseelie, a dark faerie, found out about his sight. She killed him, leaving me abandoned. You must never let the dark faeries know of your sight for this reason, my sweet. I am not saying not to enjoy this, because indeed, it is a gift from God. That we mortals are able to see into a greater world, if not a darker one, is a very valuable gift. So treasure it, dear, but do not alert them to you."
"I will not, Father."
"That's a good girl. Your mother would be so proud." He told her as she went back inside. The small pixie came out of the daffodils and rested lightly on his shoulder, her silver wings sparkling in the morning sun. He smiled at it.