CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and EIGHTY-EIGHT
“We are fairies,” Edie said. “Together, we are stronger. The Templars are not currently a threat. They do have access to many of the swords of power as well as other power objects. This is true.”
Edie gave a slow nod.
“They are not fairies. We …” Edie gestured to herself and the other fairies. “… have each other. If we fight amongst each other — attempt to destroy each other — we will be so busy fighting that we will be vulnerable to any outside threat. My proposal is that we join together in sister states.”
Edie looked at Asmaa.
“Including the lost tribes,” Edie said. “We have resources together. We have strength together. We can endure together. Or we can spend the rest of our time destroying each other. You need to decide what you want.”
For a moment, no one said anything.
“Why would you give up your position of power to include…?” Gudrid gestured to Rani.
“We have had the privilege to live in peace for the last few years,” Edie said. “We fought battles for thousands of years. Including one that we were cursed to fight for more than three thousand human years. Our fairies are tired of the wars. We want to live in peace.”
“My sisters, brothers, and my father believe in supporting our fellow fairies in any way we can,” Edie said. “The mother’s daughter Ne Ne has set up education programs.”
“Ne Ne was instrumental in helping us with forming our government,” Rani said. “She’s already started fifty schools for the young fairies. Grandparents and parents go with their children to learn to read and write. It is new, but working. Our fairies are very happy to be able to understand better the humans in our region.”
“And our history,” Edie said. “Our librarians have worked all summer to collect the history of the tribes.”
“King Mannanán has been helping me find the lost fairies,” Asmaa said. “His memory is long. As an immortal, he traveled far and wide before he and his humans settled on the Isle of Man. He had the historic librarian have shared their ancient maps. I found my first encampment of lost fairies this way. Mannanán has dedicated himself to my task. It’s been tremendous assistance.”
“Your father is immortal?” Gudrid asked.
“He is the Celtic God of the Sea,” Edie said. “My mother made him a fairy. He is fairy kind.”
Gudrid looked at Edie and simply blinked.
“What are you afraid of, Gudrid?” Edie asked. “What is your tribes fear?”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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