"Um yeah, I was sick for the last few days, how did you know that?" Kenzi asked, completely and utterly freaked out.
"Well as I said, I'm a soul guide. You and Mr. Thornwood's destinies somehow got off track, which we can draw back to the source in a more comfortable setting, seeing as he will be arriving here in a matter of moments," The Psychopomp stated, and like clockwork Dyson came sprinting around the corner.
He stopped directly in front of Kenzi, and grabbed her gently but firmly by the shoulders. His blue eyes searches hers, his face a mask of worry. After deciding that she wasn't going to die, he pulled her tightly to his chest.
"I woke up and you were gone and you're sick and on my way here I heard gunshots and don't you ever fucking scare me like that again," he whispered-yelled in her ear.
"Okay, mom." Kenzi rolled her eyes, but agreed. She'd never admit it, but she felt so much better with him around, it was like this entire mess of crazy was somehow suddenly manageable.
"So, who's your friend?" Dyson asked motioning to Mr. nineteen-fifties casually leaning against the wall.
"I'm not even sure," Kenzi replied.
"Huh?"
"Why don't we discuss it over coffee? You're buying," Kenzi said to the soul guide. She turned back to Dyson and poked him in the chest, "You're going to just love this," She said, her voice thick with sarcasm.
"I'm his mate? But that's impossible! The Norn took away the most important thing to him, his love for Bo! BO! You know Bo-bo, lovely succubus you knocked furry magic bits with for oh, say, the better part of a year?" Kenzi turned to Dyson, accusation in her blue eyes. She took another sip of coffee. The small party of three had taken refuge in the back of some forgotten mom and pop joint in the heart of the city. Kenzi and Dyson shared a loveseat, but it was less than comfortable, Kenzi being perched so far on the edge it seemed like she would fall off if she moved an inch, and even though Dyson had slung his arm casually across the back of the couch, his posture was tense. So far they'd been sitting for twenty minutes across from the Psychopomp and none of it was making even the slightest bit of sense.
"The Norn?" The Psychopomp burst out laughing, and his entire face flickered like a candle for a moment, "That old bat? She does not possess that kind of power child," He said, smiling.
"Wait what? I thought she was this all powerful, grant your deepest wishes or some happy go lucky fae genie shit," Kenzi said.
"Once upon a time yes. The Norn's are gods of destiny, or they were back in the day. A fae such as that is reliant on the beliefs of others for their energy source, but once they leave their home country that connection dwindles severely. Since she is no longer residing in Scandinavian territory and the worship is few and far between these days, she has lost a great deal of sway or influence over destinies. A thousand years ago she was a force to be reckoned with, but nowadays she's more of a collector. Think of her as the mythological equivalent to a pawnshop dealer, if you will."
"Then why doesn't she just go back to Europe?" Kenzi asked. She knew she should be hurrying this along and getting to the part about how her and Dyson were supposed to be, well her and Dyson, but her curiosity got the better of her.
"Well, every fae is reliant upon some other source for their abilities, take the wolf here, for instance. Long ago his kind changed with the moon, which is no small energy source, the moon affects so many things, the tides, growth, lighting in the night, and therefor was a source of many mythological accusations. Overtime, the branches developed and became further acquainted with the dual personalities coursing through their brains, and the humane one grew to be better adapted to survival than the feral, so natural it took up more and more time and eventually harnessed control over the feral, and he can feel it clawing at the walls of his mind all the time, fighting for control. But just because he can now choose when he shifts, does not mean the power source vanished from thin air. If the moon were to somehow be destroyed, the ability to change into the creature you use would evaporate too, and your mental state would be in chaos," The man concluded.
"How do you mean?" Dyson asked, furrowing his brows.
"Just because your wolf, as you say, is gone, does not mean the psychological effect would vanish from your brain. There would still be the dual personalities, but now they would be all out of balance and your wolf side would panic at not being able to release and shift, and then in all power destroy the rational half of your brain in the midst of trying to find it. You would not be able to tell right from left and friend from foe, only that your wolf is missing and you need to find it." He said.
"So how does that affect the Norn?" Kenzi questioned.
"Well, her source of power would be?" He drew the sentence up at the end, and Kenzi still couldn't get used to how weird that was (and she had seen weird. Once you bunk with Russian street rats, there's no going back) hearing it come from everywhere at once. She supposed it was worse for Dyson with his superior dog hearing or whatever.
"Oh! Her tree!" Kenzi beamed, and Dyson chuckled, remembering the chainsaw.
"Very good. She must stay to guard her life form, or the tree, and as the culture shifts, so do the objects with specific attachments. It felt a migration of power here, since it was a new country with passionate citizens all projecting their religions and cultures out. It would be a sensory overload, a longing and a pulling felt by all earth bound fae until they decide to join it." Dyson nodded at the statement.
"So, because her tree felt all the happy pills, it decided to cross and ocean and she's stuck here with it?" Kenzi summed up.
"Precisely."
Okay, I just wanted to say that I'm so so sorry for leaving a lot of stuff out, i got carried away, and I know you probably all hate me for doing that haha but have patience, all questions will be answered in the oncoming chapters, so bear with me. I love you guys and getting reviews (i actually got the idea to turn this into the Dyson/Kenzi claim mate thing because someone suggested it in a review, so ask and you shall receive, and it was just going to be that but then i was reading mythology and my brain got carried away) so anyway i have big plans for this and i promise to update soon! Love you ALL,
xx
Christina.