A.N.

Ansy: Thank you! :)

: Yes, Desmond might have an idea of whats going on...or he could still be hoplessly oblivious

obviouslyincognito: Your Welcome! I'm happy you liked it.

Someone: I was thinking along the lines that Mr. Tiny's magic was so strong it changed Harkat so he could taste along with other things.

Guest: Here is more lol

Tara. : Yep Darren and Harkat decorating is like me and my sister too :P

I almost punched Mr. Tiny in the face when his hand clasped around my shoulder, spinning the chair and I around. My hand closed into a fist and I brought it up, barely stopping in time. I lowered my hand and scowled at the magician who looked like he was the only one in the tent getting sleep. "What?" I said in a barely contained tone of voice. Behind Mr. Tiny I could see Harkat also somewhat at attention, but his eyes kept drifting shut then snapping open.

"I know I promised an answer to your nightmares days ago, but finding solutions to both of you will require things I do not have here. So I am leaving you in the hands of someone else until I am able to find the required ingredients." Mr. Tiny said all this before releasing my shoulder. "You will be more then safe I can assure you." The magician shed his usual coat and hung it on a hook before summoning a much warmer version out of thin air and putting it on.

"Who is it?" Harkat asked sleepily.

Mr. Tiny glanced between us before answering. "Harkat you know her and Shadow so did you before. Lady Evanna will be caring for you."

I glanced outside; the tent flap had been pulled back, exposing the wilderness of ice and snow. I frowned. While Evannas homeland hadn't been burning hot it certainly wasn't located in the middle of Alaska, and I doubted she would move her entire collection of poisonous frogs easily. I was not looking forward to this at all. Evannas temper was legendary and I dreaded ever being on the wrong side of it again. Telling her about magic the last time had not gone well at all. "She lives in Alaska?" I asked confused.

"No, but the closest portal to her home is located a few miles from here," Mr. Tiny explained. "Pack what you will need for a few weeks and bring it back here. We leave in twenty minutes." He threw us both backpacks and before we could ask about their size he added: "Don't worry; whatever you put in there will not be able to fill the bags." He sat down on the couch and crossed his legs, clearly done with the conversation until we packed.

Harkat and I went to his bedroom first and we scanned the belongings he'd picked up over time. Harkat immediately threw the chocolate pretzels and the dagger box into the backpack and then looked around. "I know you don't remember Evanna, so I will give you a quick run down and advice on what to pack." He looked deadly serious. "Evanna is a natural, and when she is on your side little to nothing will harm you. But if you wrong her in any way your life may be forfeit at the drop of a hat." Into the backpack next went three water bottles and two blankets. "Pack not like you are going on a vacation, but like you may need to run at any time."

I nodded and went to my corner of the tent, passing Mr. Tiny without a word. I didn't have much but I put everything into the backpack along with most of the blankets and two pillows and weapons. I grabbed every change of clothes I had and within each shirt I wrapped a bottle of Mr. Tinys blood, taking a couple sips out of one before packing it. When I was done I walked over to Mr. Tiny, standing in front of him silently until Harkat joined us. Without a word Mr. Tiny got up and walked out of the tent; I exchanged a look with Harkat and followed him out. I paused by the door and without thinking grabbed his jacket off the hook, stuffed it into my backpack and zipped it shut before going outside. Even though I had several layers on the cold wind was like a blast to the face and I staggered backwards a step. The weather was much worse now and by the clouds building I knew there was a storm coming.

"Come on!" Harkat yelled and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me along until we caught up to Mr. Tiny who was walking almost unnaturally fast.

We jogged after Mr. Tiny and soon I was sweating in the thick clothing and I shed layer after layer until I was down to two shirts and the coat. After awhile I was seriously wondering what Mr. Tinys definition of a "few miles" was. We had already skirted along the edge of a frozen lake for two miles at least and now we were entering a forest where the trees pressed together so tight we had to squeeze between them. The moment I went into the woods completely I felt like it was another world. The lake faded away behind us and the crisp snow turned into a slushy mess that soaked my shoes and the bottom half of my jeans. Harkats robes were in a similar state, but Mr. Tiny was unaffected. The only thing that didn't get wet was the gloves I wore, the special ones Mr. Tiny had given me for Christmas. Even when I put my hand on a wet trunk or pushed aside a branch they stayed warm and dry. Several times I felt like someone, or something was watching us and I would spin around to be met with nothing but darkening forest. I could tell why Evanna had put a portal here. It would be easy to hide and if someone came in here looking for it, they would need exact directions or become hopelessly lost.

"Have you ever come to Evannas this way?" I asked Harkat.

"Nah, but she has so many ways in that it's no surprise I haven't seen this one," Harkat replied. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms, shivering.

I agreed wholeheartedly with the Little Person. The clouds moving in had brought in more wind and it swept through the barren forest with a vengeance. We were both walking behind Mr. Tiny in an attempt to use him as a windbreak. "My feet are numb," I muttered.

"I haven't felt my face for the past hour," Harkat said.

I laughed and nearly crashed into Mr. Tiny when he finally stopped between two trees that had twined around one another, reaching toward the sky before bending off in different directions. It was the oddest tree I had ever seen and I was not at all surprised Evanna had stuck a doorway to her house here.

Mr. Tiny crouched next to the tree and spread his watch in a large arc in front of him, clearing the slush down to dirt. Then with his pinky he drew strange symbols into the ground with no visible pattern or order. The last symbol was much larger then the others and it shone dark green, spreading the color to the other designs on the ground. When the color was properly spread around Mr. Tiny stood up and placed his palm on the bark of the larger tree, muttering something under his breath before pulling back and turning to us with a cheerful grin. "Place your palms where I did boys and I will key you into the wards."

I gulped, remembering the last time Mr. Tiny had put me into wards. I tentatively went up to the tree careful not to step on the glowing symbols and put my hand on the tree. Right away red light flowed over my hand and I was stuck to it. But this time the light did not spread down my body and Mr. Tiny didn't ask any questions; he only waved his hand and a brief tingling sensation went up my arm before the magic released me. It went the same for Harkat and when the Little Person stepped back a doorway sprang up from the ground, similar to the ones Mr. Tiny made except rounder and tinted green.

Mr. Tiny put his hand back on the tree and then jerked it back, staring at his palm with an inquisitive expression. His eyes fell on Harkat and I and then he smiled. "I need one last thing before we part ways," he said quietly.

I took a step back, not liking the strange light in Mr. Tiny's eyes. "What?" I asked.

Smirking, Mr. Tiny took one step forward to match mine and pressed a thumb against my forehead and then Harkats.

Mr. Tiny's skin was so cold it burned and I tried to twist away but all my muscles refused to move. I couldn't even open my mouth to scream or move my eyes to follow Mr. Tiny as he turned his head to look at Harkat and then back at me, his gaze staring into my frozen one. "Your dreams," he hissed.

If I had been able to speak I would have howled, but as I could not I was forced to stand in horror as red light enveloped Harkat and I and then vanished; the ground fell out from under our feet and I blacked out as my head passed Mr. Tiny's boots.

I sat up and flung silken blankets off my legs, flying off the bed and too the door before I took in my surroundings. I was in Evannas cave; and I had been laying on one of her many couches. Harkat was sitting up on the couch opposite mine, staring around with tired confusion. It took a moment to figure out why I felt different. I wasn't tired. The weariness that had dragged at my body for weeks was gone and I felt like I could conquer the world. The cost of the dreamless sleep however was something I was not ready to pay. By now Mr. Tiny could have browsed our dreams at his leisure and now, now he would know. I balled my hand into a fist and slammed it into the cave wall, splitting open my knuckles. The blood dripping down my knuckles wasn't enough and I dug my nails into my palms, claws slicing through the gloves Mr. Tiny had given me. Why wasn't I dead or locked up somewhere in a dark hole?

"Stop!" Harkat shouted and grabbed my hands, forcing my fingers to relax.

"He knows," I panted. "He knows." I was shaking harder then I had in my entire life. It had been bad enough when the other Mr. Tiny had found out, but now a man that was unpredictable and frequently sadistic had the knowledge.

"Calm down," Harkat said and pushed me onto the couch; ripping lengths off the blankets to wrap around my knuckles and palm. "Think hard. Do you actually use…" he paused and cast a quick look around. "It in the dreams?"

I frantically ran through every horrible dream I had, but it was hard as there were so many and they all blended together. "I don't know! But my wings are in there for sure!" I whispered.

"Wings mean nothing," Harkat reassured me.

"Those types of things aren't exactly on the every day half vampire!" I said.

Harkat nodded. "True, but if he knows about your wings it could divert him from thinking about magic."

"Or it could make him investigate further!"

"We will figure out what to do when we know more," Harkat said after a minute. He frowned. "Why are your wings in the nightmares?"

In the hours I had stayed up with Harkat, telling him everything I had not found the will to tell him about my ruined wings. Neither had I gone on about the dragon in great detail, but he knew basically everything else. He knew my signs of loosing control and what to do. "No reason," I said quickly.

"What did Harrison do?" Harkat asked.

I looked up and then immediately down, staring at the spots of blood soaking through the silk, unable to look at Harkats worried face. "Nothing," I lied.

Harkat gripped my shoulders and I flinched. "Shadow, tell me."

"Gentlemen!" A cheerful female voice said. Darkness fell over us as Evanna stepped into the room, running her eyes over us appraisingly. She looked the same as always with her customary ropes wrapped around her body, and a wild nest of hair that probably would not be tamed by any ordinary comb. She raised her eyebrows at Harkat who released me and scooted backwards quickly. When her eyes fell back on me they narrowed speculatively but luckily there was only curiosity instead of anger in her expression.

I stood up and hovered next to Harkat, facing Evanna between the two couches and looked at her feet.

"I see you have already shredded two of my belongings," Evanna sniffed and snapped her fingers. The silk Harkat had wrapped around my hands flew off and I winced but the bruised and bloodied skin sealed over even as I flexed my wounded hands. The blankets stitched themselves back together with no sign they had ever been torn. "Desmond has instructed me," Evanna sniffed again and looked decidedly unimpressed. "Too take care of you two. One Little Person and an amnesiac." She sighed heavily. "I have never aspired to be a babysitter…" Evanna turned and walked out of the room and we followed her, straining to make out her words as she gestured to different rooms; giving me the same tour she had before. When she finished she stopped so fast we had to duck around her. "Now let me make a few things very clear. You will not interfere with my business with either vampires or vampaneze. I am neutral in all matters with both races and while you are under my roof so shall you be. You will not bring animal products under my roof and if you must hunt do it outside the wards." She eyed me. "Shadow your supply of blood will be the only exclusion to that rule. I know Desmond left you both here so he could fix your nightmares, and I understand your plight but I will not tolerate insolence."

"Ok," Harkat and I said at the same time.

Evanna nodded and led us back into the kitchen. "I have never seen my father so keen to do anything for another creature besides himself. You two must have gotten under his skin somehow." When she said the last part her gaze once again fell on me and I wondered if she would reveal I was Mr. Tiny's son but she stayed silent.

"Well I got captured by Harrison, met Shadow and he drained a guard of their blood in front of Mr. Tiny," Harkat said ticking off stuff on his fingers. "Then we almost froze to death and Mr. Tiny saved us. Another time-"

"I understand," Evanna said. "I will leave you to do as you wish as I have business to take care of. Do try not to destroy anymore of my belongings." She vanished, leaving behind the faint scent of pine. She reappeared with a burst of green light and added: "Your rooms are straight back down the hall and on the left. There are connecting doors. Fight over which one among yourselves. I expect you to be unpacked when I return." She vanished again.

I flew down the hallway with Harkat and opened the closest door. Harkat moved on to the next room and I barely saw the widening of his eyes when he went in. The room I went into was small, but cozy with a hammock in one corner and a side table. On the table was a lamp that for its size shone remarkably bright. Most of the wood floor was covered in multiple rugs of all sizes, shapes, colors and softness. The walls were pale blue with runes engraved along the bottom of all the corners. A dresser, empty wall shelving, a desk and chair, and a closet completed the main room. I opened the closest and was surprised that it was walk in, complete with a shoe rack, and more hangers then five people could ever use. The same type of rugs was on the floor in here too, and at the back wall was a full length mirror. I left the closest and my eyes widened. The wall shelves had filled with books and sitting on the bed was my backpack and another small case no bigger then my hand. I left the room and went into the other.

Harkat was standing in the middle of a circular room, complete with a twin bed, side table on which an ornately carved lamp shone soft light over the room. The walls were dark green and the same runes were carved into them. There were no books on his shelves, but instead jigsaw puzzles, wooden boxes with pieces sticking out of them and other contraptions that looked very complicated to put together properly. His floors were bare except a rug running the length of his bed. His bag and another box just like the one on my bed was there too. I opened his closet and found one similar to mine but his was squarer instead of long. The same mirror was there too.

"No fighting?" I asked Harkat after leaving his closest.

"Nah," Harkat agreed.

I went back to my room and noticed that the rug next to the hammock was a perfect match for the one I usually slept on in Mr. Tiny's tent. It was softer and fluffier then any rug I had ever seen before. The other rugs meant nothing to me and only seeming to be tailored to my favorite colors and textures. I put the backpack on the desk and took everything out; starting by taking out my shirts and unwrapping each bottle of blood. I lined the bottles up inside the closest, using the shoe rack since I only had one pair of shoes to put on there. When I finished with the clothing I stashed my weapons all over the bedroom: under my rug, tucked into the hammock, in the closest and desk drawers. During my unpacking the gloves had fixed themselves and I removed them, sliding them carefully into a drawer of their own and placed a wisp of magic over the drawer to dissuade anyone from looking in there. The rest of my stuff I stuffed in other drawers, but at the very bottom of the backpack my hands closed around something that I had not put in there. I withdrew the item; a tattered book with a note written in the front cover. Kurts name and number. I stared at the scrawling red letters for a long time. I had promised Kurt a ticket to a show when life returned to normal. Now I wondered if I would ever get to make good on my promise. I thumbed through the pages of the book carefully; some of the pages were burnt and torn, and others had stains that when I sniffed turned out to be blood. I gently closed the book and set it in the same drawer as the gloves. The puzzle of how the book had survived and made it into my bag would have to wait. I reached back inside the pack to make sure nothing else was there and my fingers brushed across something soft.

I pulled out the thing and recoiled, throwing it far away as I jumped backwards. A long blue feather floated slowly toward the floor, the tip red and sticky like it had just been dipped in blood moments ago. I caught the other end before it stained the rug and held it up to the lamp, shuddering in revulsion. It was one of my half grown flight feathers. Even though it had been separated from my wings a long time ago the blue color still flowed like water, constantly shifting and changing shades. I brushed a finger along the non bloodied part and a shiver ran up my back, disappearing under the heavy illusions. When I placed it too in the drawer next to the book and gloves I slammed the drawer shut, running a hand through my hair. There was no way Mr. Tiny could have put those things in there. He had no idea about the book and at the time hadn't known about my wings either.

"Shadow," Harkat said from the doorway. He sounded shaky.

I turned around and even though his disguise was off I could see the Little Persons skin was paler then usual. "Did you get some unpacked objects too?"

"Just one," Harkat said evenly. He brought a hand I hadn't even noticed was behind his back out and I grimaced in sympathy. A long piece of green string dangled from his fingers, almost touching the rug.

I sighed and opened the drawer again, only taking out the feather. Harkat wouldn't remember the book and I didn't want him trying to call the number. I held the feather close to my chest before turning around; I only remembered I hadn't explained about my wings when Harkat almost dropped his string.

"What is that?" Harkat demanded.

"One of my flight feathers. It wasn't fully grown yet."

"Something happened to your wings. What was it?" Harkat asked.

"I can't tell you yet," I said. "I know that I saw what happened to you in the hospital, but I also know that they did a lot more then that. Are you ready to tell me everything? I don't think I will be anytime soon, or that you will be either." I lowered my gaze to the cushy rug and my shoulders slumped.

Harkat sighed and nodded. "Alright," he said. "How did you find out other stuff happened there?" He asked suspiciously.

"You scream sometimes," I said.

"Ah," Harkat said. "So do you."

We stood in gloomy silence, Harkat holding the string and I holding the feather before we both turned away to finish our rooms. I held the feather for another minute, stroking the unbroken part; feeling the answering itch on my wings before lowering it into the drawer and shutting it. I had tried so many times to heal my wings, and in so many ways that I had given up. But now, feeling my wings still responding to a feather that had been ripped off weeks ago a tendril of hope was growing. I smiled and locked the drawer with magic once again. One day I would rip Harrison apart, with my wings fully intact. I wanted to stand in front of him and let him know I had done it.

I went back into the living room, or at least I guessed that's what it was and sat on the couch holding the newest box. A note was attached, telling me not to open it until after Evanna had returned. So I nestled back into the blankets and began a wait that could take hours.

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