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have the chance to hear them.
    He walked to my mother and did the same thing. He never touched them, just went to them and whispered.
    I just stood back watching him, not sure what else to do. What could I do anyway?
    He walked back to me and unsheathed a sword that hadn’t been visible before he touched it, and then he knelt in front of me. He held onto the hilt, placed the tip of the blade on the ground, and held the sword upright in front of him.
    “I will help you. I vow to you now that I will help you find the murderers,” he swore. I stood there, silently trying to figure out what the hell was going on and what to do next. Who the hell carries a sword anyways?
    He stayed in the same position for several minutes before I cleared my throat and said, “Okay?”
    His eyes met mine, but he didn’t stand.
    “I need to sense you,” he said. “I need to know who you are.”
    “What do you mean?”
    He stood up then, put his sword away, and walked closer to me. He reached his hand out to me and waited. I had no idea what he wanted from me, so I didn’t do anything. I just stood there staring at him, and his hand like he was offering me a snake.
    “May I please have you hand?”
    I shrugged, what did I have to lose anyway? I placed my hand in his and watched as he closed his eyes.
    “Such magic. It must have been someone very powerful who cloaked you.” His voice had taken on a melodic quality, and his words came out in only whispers.
    I pulled my hand away from him and put it into my jacket pocket. Then shoved him away from me. He was already too close for comfort.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said as I walked back to my parents. I knelt down between them and just sat there on the floor.
    “You really don’t know, do you?” I didn’t feel like turning around to look at him for an answer, so I just shook my head. Obviously I didn’t know much of anything. I had no way to explain what the hell just happened. I started wondering if I imagined the whole bloody scene. But I knew it was a scene that would stay in my mind until the day I died.
    “You are Fae.” His words were serious, despite the idiocy of them. “To be more specific, you are a Sylph Fairy.” That got my attention. I whipped my head around and glared at him.
    “Fairies aren’t real. My parents are real. Their deaths are real. Me being an orphan, all alone, that’s real. But Fairies? Nope.”
    He smiled, just barely, and waited for me to finish. “None of this is real, actually. I did NOT just walk in on my dead parents. I did not see their broken bodies. I did not see my mother’s head sew itself back on to her body. I am not speaking to a stranger either. I must be dreaming, because none of this can be real.” And then, to my utter disgust and disappointment, my traitorous eyes released more tears.
    He walked up beside me, knelt, and placed a hand on my back. For some unknown reason I turned into him. He opened his arms for me, and I placed my head on his chest. The tears came more freely. I felt weak, and I could barely hold myself up anymore. I felt myself fall more onto him. But he caught me and supported my weight. And we sat there, next to my dead parents, and he let me cry on him.
    When I opened my eyes, I was dreaming again. I stood in my familiar field. In front of me was the huge, dark forest. It looked scarier today than it ever had before. I could feel evil lurking in the sinister shadows waiting for me. It was no longer a beautiful, welcoming place, but a place I felt I should avoid at all costs. A place people went to die.
    To my left, the waterfall and lakes were distorted. Polluted. Beneath those murky waters lurked an unspeakable wickedness. I could see it now, though I never had before.
    The desert was even more uninviting than it had ever been before. The Volcanoes were erupting, spewing gallons of blistering lava across the sandy floor. Lighting up the sky with deep oranges and burning reds.
    Ash