Note: My apologies for the delay, but here’s another little piece of the story.
“I’m still not sure if you’re ready,” Tressa said.
“What makes you think that?” Gwen glowered at her.
“You didn’t even remember that fairies existed…I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
Tressa sighed. “Well, there’s an army preparing to destroy our home and you used to be the only person who could reason with them.”
“Oh.” Gwen took a long swallow of her coffee, wishing that it was the sort she could get at the bar across the street. “Is that all?”
“And you don’t remember me, let alone them, so how can you be expected to solve anything?” She pressed her face in her hands rubbing it until her palms pressed into her eyes and she saw stars. Finally, she looked up. “It’s like you’re not even you. You don’t know how to stop a war and I bet you don’t even remember how to use your magic—”
“Wait.” Gwen cut her off.
“I don’t have any magic. There’s no such thing.
Tressa stared at her with incredulity. “Then what the hell do you call me?”
“I still think that I’m hallucinating. Or still sleeping. And I hope that I wake up soon.”
“I’m a fairy. What more do you need to convince you that this is real?”
“You would actually probably be more convincing if you weren’t a fairy,” Gwen said and then winced at Tressa’s facial expression.
“What is wrong with humans these days? You see a little bit of magic and automatically assume you’re insane. It’s like you’re so set on reality being crappy that you can’t accept any happiness or wonder that comes your way.”
“That isn’t true,” Gwen said quietly.
“Then why are you so adamant that this isn’t real? That there must be something wrong with you and not the situation.”
“What situation are you referring to?”
“Other than your excessive use of flavored creamer?” Tressa said.
Gwen just stared at her.
“The situation I’m referring to is the fact that you’ve lost a good portion of your memory. That doesn’t concern you?”
Gwen scrunched her face and returned her gaze to her coffee. “Can’t you cast a spell or something to give me back these memories?”
“It isn’t that simple.” Tressa sighed. “Magic doesn’t work that way, Gwen. “We’d have to request a meeting in front of the Fae Council and see if they would be willing to help us.”
“The Fae Council?”
“Yes.” Tressa finished her tiny mug of coffee and leaned forward to set it on the kitchen counter. “Maybe taking you to see more fairies would help to convince you that you’re not hallucinating?”
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