Chapter 3
Sarah paced her room as she scowled in angry and let out some rather rude words that would have resulted in a rather long lecture from Karen and stern words from her father if they happened to overhear.
Her life had been a lie. She wasn't the daughter of Robert and Linda. It was pure coincidence that she happened to faintly resemble her 'adoptive' mother. She was a stranger. She no longer knew who she was. Her identity lost in less than an hour. These were the thoughts that filled her head. They soon turned to bitter, dark thoughts at the idea of Robert and Linda. How could they lie to her like that? After all she had been through and they never thought to tell her the truth.
Emerald green eyes watched the pacing figure in the mirror. Maeve of the Fae sighed in displeasure as she watched her youngest child in the mirror. This was not how she imagined the child finding out. Already Sarah's heart was turning bitter and after all the trials she had been through, Maeve was not surprised. Something needed to be done and fast.
Donning her cloak of raven feathers, she turned on the spot and headed towards the mortal realms. Sarah would need to be brought back. There was no time left.
Oberon turned to face his wife as she glided through his doors with a scowl on his face.
'I asked not to be interrupted by anyone,' he spat in a temper, 'that includes you wife.'
Titania ignored his mood and moved closer to him, 'reports are in,' she said in a low voice, 'your mother has journeyed to the above.'
Oberon's scowl deepened, 'I am aware of this.'
'Do you think she has gone for the child?'
'She's not a child anymore by mortal standards,' Oberon said in a cold voice, 'and from what I hear she has been down here before. And returned. Does your whelp have anything to say in this matter?'
Titania blanched; the only way a mortal could have made it down here was through a wish. Ever since Oberon had banned mortals being brought down here to obstruct the return of his sister.
There was one part of the kingdom that was exempt. The Goblin Kingdom had no restrictions when it came to dealings with the Aboveworld. Children were always welcomed in Fae households and cherished. Mortals needed a link with magic and so the restrictions had not been placed for fear of looking the wished away.
'Well My Lady,' her husband growled, 'explain to me how your whelp managed to lose her. A wished away child cannot escape the Labyrinth and from what I've understood, she would never have run.' The contempt in his voice was obvious for his wife to hear. For 18 mortal years Titania had put up with his temper regarding the child his mother had brought into the world to threaten his rule.
She sighed, 'I will go and speak with him husband,' she said.
Oberon nodded his consent and moved out of the room, most likely off hunting his latest mistress.