"Like Tinker Bell or something?" Annie thought aloud.
"If you mean the story book character, not exactly. We do not drop dead because someone doesn't believe in us, but it does assist in camouflaging ourselves. If they don't believe they will rationalize the things we do away and not give us a second thought, but it also does that for my opponents."
"OK, that was a very nice story, but you haven't told me what this has to do with my daddy."
"You haven't figured it out yet? You are a direct descendent of Fiona O'Saihnnon herself. Your father named you after her. He was one of the gifted ones I spoke of. I have come here to ask you if you would like to follow in his footsteps."
Fiona starred at her for a few moments just processing what she had been told. It answered so many of her questions about whom she was and her father's interests, but it sounded so outlandish. Her Great-Great- Grandmother was a faerie. Finally, she found her voice.
"Is this the reason my dad died?" she asked.
"Moargan looked at the floor for a brief moment. "Yes, it is. I didn't say that it was safe, or easy, I have lost many of my students over the centuries. That is why I sent Bricuri to you. He was to test you twice, then show you what it was like to be normal. That way you could make your decision knowing exactly what you were given. Ye will have three days to make your choice. If ye choose to train with me I will return your Sight to you, if not I will leave you as you are and not return until one of you children is ready to make their own decision."
"Can I ask you one more question?" Fi asked with pleading eyes.
"Of course, Little Duck."
"How well did you know my dad?"
"I knew Richard as well as your mother, if not better. I began training him when he was your age, but he was not near as strong as you are. But I want you to choose carefully, think of all aspects of your decision, it is not one to be taken lightly. I will return to you Noon three days from today."
Moargan threw a handful of golden dust into the air and it began to swirl around Annie and Fi. It blinded them and they had to close them tightly to keep it from getting in their eyes. When they opened them they were in Fi's bedroom sitting on the bed. Fi jumped up and ran to the window. Her car sat on the street where it was the night before, undamaged and surrounded by the last nights snow.
"If you mean the story book character, not exactly. We do not drop dead because someone doesn't believe in us, but it does assist in camouflaging ourselves. If they don't believe they will rationalize the things we do away and not give us a second thought, but it also does that for my opponents."
"OK, that was a very nice story, but you haven't told me what this has to do with my daddy."
"You haven't figured it out yet? You are a direct descendent of Fiona O'Saihnnon herself. Your father named you after her. He was one of the gifted ones I spoke of. I have come here to ask you if you would like to follow in his footsteps."
Fiona starred at her for a few moments just processing what she had been told. It answered so many of her questions about whom she was and her father's interests, but it sounded so outlandish. Her Great-Great- Grandmother was a faerie. Finally, she found her voice.
"Is this the reason my dad died?" she asked.
"Moargan looked at the floor for a brief moment. "Yes, it is. I didn't say that it was safe, or easy, I have lost many of my students over the centuries. That is why I sent Bricuri to you. He was to test you twice, then show you what it was like to be normal. That way you could make your decision knowing exactly what you were given. Ye will have three days to make your choice. If ye choose to train with me I will return your Sight to you, if not I will leave you as you are and not return until one of you children is ready to make their own decision."
"Can I ask you one more question?" Fi asked with pleading eyes.
"Of course, Little Duck."
"How well did you know my dad?"
"I knew Richard as well as your mother, if not better. I began training him when he was your age, but he was not near as strong as you are. But I want you to choose carefully, think of all aspects of your decision, it is not one to be taken lightly. I will return to you Noon three days from today."
Moargan threw a handful of golden dust into the air and it began to swirl around Annie and Fi. It blinded them and they had to close them tightly to keep it from getting in their eyes. When they opened them they were in Fi's bedroom sitting on the bed. Fi jumped up and ran to the window. Her car sat on the street where it was the night before, undamaged and surrounded by the last nights snow.
