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Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-four : What was that? (part four)


(part four)

Tuesday morning — 2:35 p.m. MT

Denver, Colorado

“What’s wrong with you, now?” Tanesha whispered to Fin.

He gave her a blank look. They were sitting in the middle of a large stadium style classroom where every seat was full. The professor was lecturing.

“You’re totally out of it,” Tanesha said. She touched his arm and found it cool to her touch. “Fin?”

Her brow furrowed. She shook his shoulder, but he didn’t respond. She put her fingers to his neck.

No pulse.

How could he have no pulse and still look so alive? She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. If she didn’t know any better, she would swear that this creature was not her great-grandfather, friend, and fellow classmate, Prince Finegal of the Isle of Man.

He was sitting looking very cool, casually taking notes in his usual “I know everything” way. He hadn’t reacted when she’d touched his neck and he hated having his neck touched.

“Fin!” Tanesha said in a louder whisper.

The girl in front of them turned around at her voice. She gave Tanesha a sticky sweet smile.

“Prince Finegal is not here right now,” the woman said.

Tanesha looked at the woman. Her skin was so white that the lights seemed to gleam off her skin. Her hair was curly and red. She had wide set large eyes. She was not as beautiful as Mari or even Abi, but she had a power radiating off her being. This fairy was from Áthas’s queendom.

“He is in our custody awaiting trial,” the woman said. “He has defied the will of our queendom and will bear the price.”

Tanesha looked around the room. Everything human had stopped moving. She noted two fairies standing at the doorway to the room and another moving toward them on her row. She looked back at the fairy in front of her.

Before Tanesha could react, the woman turned over her hand to show a green glitter like powder. The woman blew on the powder and it sprayed up into Tanesha’s face. Tanesha waved her hand in front of her face. It smelled like some kind of sleeping drought but it had no effect on Tanesha.

“I will say this to you one time and one time only,” Tanesha said. “You are not prepared for the shit you have unleashed by taking Fin. You are certainly not prepared for me.”

The fairy squinted at Tanesha. She looked up and nodded to the woman moving toward Tanesha.

“Take her,” the fairy said.

Tanesha flicked her hand in the direction of the fairy moving in her direction. A fire bolt shot out of her hand and hit the fairy in the chest. She flew back to the aisle where she crumpled into a ball.

“You do not know who you are fucking with,” Tanesha said. “Bring Fin back and go home.”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

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