*******Ella*******
I stayed with Drakin for the rest of the week. Mandy visited me at night but I could tell she was tired. On the last day of the week I insisted she stay home and rest. She gratefully accepted. It was just Drakin and I and I was determined to find out about him and Mandy. We sat at the table eating our supper. When we finished I sat back in my chair and cleared my throat.
"So are you Mandy's brother?"
He laughed, "Brother? Mandy doesn't have any brothers. And I'm not her sister either. Can we not talk about this?" he asked, it wasn't an order.
"So you were in love then. When did you meet? What happened to sever your love?"
"So many questions and none I particularly want to discuss. I think it's time for bed," he had to be avoiding orders for a reason.
"Please tell me?"
He sighed, "Mandy and I met three hundred years ago. Eleanor, the one she was taking care of then, was about to marry my Phil. Phil was a jerk. I was ashamed to be his faerie godfather. Mandy and I teamed up to break them apart. I guess we just fell in love then. A hundred years ago I took her to the Milky Way Café. Greatest restaurant in the galaxy. After our meal we took a walk through the star park outside. I felt the time was right to ask her to be my eternal companion. Unfortunately I was called away on an urgent mission, Phil never had kids so I was reassigned to the FBI; the Faerie Bureau of Investigation. I had to leave immediately but I promised to come right back. When I got back, three hours later, she was gone. I tried to apologize but she wouldn't take me. She said I was married to my work and she wasn't a fan of polygamy. We haven't spoken since, except now of course. I'm surprised she remembered me."
I sat taking this all in. Mandy had never mentioned anything about a lover. I had never even thought about the possibility of her having a love life. I guess it made sense. It just made me sad. They would have made a great couple.
"Do you still work for the FBI?" I asked.
"No, I retired a decade ago. I live a quiet life now. Inventing new recipes and such; always did like to cook. Yes, cook. Desert isn't made," he kept blubbering as he cleared the table. I went into my room to see what the magic book would tell me.
I stayed with Drakin for the rest of the week. Mandy visited me at night but I could tell she was tired. On the last day of the week I insisted she stay home and rest. She gratefully accepted. It was just Drakin and I and I was determined to find out about him and Mandy. We sat at the table eating our supper. When we finished I sat back in my chair and cleared my throat.
"So are you Mandy's brother?"
He laughed, "Brother? Mandy doesn't have any brothers. And I'm not her sister either. Can we not talk about this?" he asked, it wasn't an order.
"So you were in love then. When did you meet? What happened to sever your love?"
"So many questions and none I particularly want to discuss. I think it's time for bed," he had to be avoiding orders for a reason.
"Please tell me?"
He sighed, "Mandy and I met three hundred years ago. Eleanor, the one she was taking care of then, was about to marry my Phil. Phil was a jerk. I was ashamed to be his faerie godfather. Mandy and I teamed up to break them apart. I guess we just fell in love then. A hundred years ago I took her to the Milky Way Café. Greatest restaurant in the galaxy. After our meal we took a walk through the star park outside. I felt the time was right to ask her to be my eternal companion. Unfortunately I was called away on an urgent mission, Phil never had kids so I was reassigned to the FBI; the Faerie Bureau of Investigation. I had to leave immediately but I promised to come right back. When I got back, three hours later, she was gone. I tried to apologize but she wouldn't take me. She said I was married to my work and she wasn't a fan of polygamy. We haven't spoken since, except now of course. I'm surprised she remembered me."
I sat taking this all in. Mandy had never mentioned anything about a lover. I had never even thought about the possibility of her having a love life. I guess it made sense. It just made me sad. They would have made a great couple.
"Do you still work for the FBI?" I asked.
"No, I retired a decade ago. I live a quiet life now. Inventing new recipes and such; always did like to cook. Yes, cook. Desert isn't made," he kept blubbering as he cleared the table. I went into my room to see what the magic book would tell me.