Chapter 14

This was a strange turn of events and really not at the right time. The way things were now, the mage council wasn’t that trusted by any of the magical and mythical beings in the magical world. Crista, she will not despise you. Look and see the worry she has for you. With that, Tom showed her what had transpired before he’d started. A small gasp escaped her mind as she saw the love and worry there. The thing that she hadn’t realized was that Tom hadn’t stopped healing her mind and was slowly approaching the surface.

Alright, mage Tom, finish, but I will need your help with her before I wake up. Explain to her, she asked.

Yes, but I will need your help with her. I can strengthen your courage. Tom replied. Crista agreed, and Tom finished. As her mind receded, he was able to plant the happy thought and strengthen her courage, but not too much, and began to pull out.

Emerging, Tom pulled her mother aside. “I received a request from her,” he said.

“A request? What game are you playing, mage? I want the truth, and I WILL know if you lie!” the mother shouted at Tom.

“As I said, I had a request. Crista is afraid that you will now despise her for the rest of her life because she went against your orders,” Tom said.

“WHAT!? Despise her? That sounds so much like her. I could never despise her, but any mind reader could know that.”

The mother sneered with a nasty look at Tom, the kind that could melt almost anything. Damn, thought Tom, this fairy was extremely pissed off and in a major way too.

Crista began to stir and looked at Tom, a small smile forming on her lips. “You really do love me, don’t you, Mother,” she said as she threw her arms around her mother’s neck. Whispering in her mother’s ear, Tom decided to leave the room. The other three were standing there, huge smiles on their faces and dried tears in their eyes. “I suggest that we finish this meeting so we can get started on a plan to rid the world of Malamon,” he said as he walked past the three and sat again at the table. The other three watched for a few more moments, then moved to sit at the table again, thanking him for helping like he was.

They had just started to discuss many of the concerns of the magical and non-magical beings a few minutes later when they heard a gasp at the doorway. “I had heard that this was happening, but I thought it was just a joke that Malamon was spreading,” the fairy mother said, standing in disbelief in the doorway.

Adalar stood and embraced her cousin. They whispered for a moment before they separated, and the mother stepped forward. “I wish to know what payment you expect for healing my daughter.”

More than annoyed, Tom stood and walked up to the mother, trying to hold his temper.

“I expect nothing for doing what is right, and if you still wish to kill me, you’ll have most of the magical world to go through. Just love your daughter and leave, as I know you hate humans and mages alike.” Turning his back on the shocked, open-mouthed fairy, he sat, still furious.

Walking to Tom, the fairy mother stood and curtsied to him. “I apologize to you, mage Tom. You are different, like another I knew long ago. Crista is different. She actually talked to me, something she’s never done before. She’s still a little shy, but nothing like she was. I feel you had a hand in this. Thank you. Please be aware that if you make any more plans without me, they will fail.” Tom, still furious, was trying to calm down. “We should start again tomorrow. That way we can start fresh and bring, uh...,” damn it, he was at a disadvantage again, indicating the mother.