Destined

Helpless to stop the troll, Laurel could only duck behind a fake wall and curl up on the ground, her hands clapped over her ears as the screams — so close — filled her head. Where was Tamani? Where was David? Tears streamed down her face and her chest convulsed in sobs as the screams were silenced one by one.

It was a long time before Laurel stopped shaking enough to move. Forcing herself to find some semblance of control, she peeked around the corner. The troll had collapsed inside, its mismatched eyes glazed, its lips curled in a final sneer — but whoever had killed it was nowhere to be seen. The house remained visible. There was no one left to hide it.

“Help me!”

It was a small cry, the voice of a child — a child who would soon attract more trolls, yelling like that. No longer hindered by invisible obstacles, Laurel looked around for trolls, then approached the half-destroyed bubble of sugar glass, steeling herself against what she knew she would find there.

“Hello?” she called as quietly as she could. The crunch of sugar glass beneath her feet was her only answer.

Did I imagine it? She didn’t think the Summer faeries could make sounds with their illusions, but she had to admit she didn’t know for sure.

“Help!” came the voice again.

Laurel flew to the source of the sound, a hand waving from beneath a limp, headless body oozing thick, translucent sap. Laurel shuddered and tried not to think about it too hard as she braced her feet and rolled the woman’s corpse over to reveal a tiny girl, clutched protectively in the dead faerie’s lifeless arms.

She knew the child in an instant.

“Rowen!” Laurel pulled Tamani’s niece to her chest, carefully tucking the girl’s head behind her arm to protect her from the gruesome sight surrounding them.

“Laurel?” Rowen whispered. Laurel couldn’t imagine the confusion she must be feeling.

“It’s me,” she said, holding back a sob of relief. “I’m here. Tamani’s here too, somewhere.”

“Where?” Rowen asked as Laurel continued to hide the girl’s face while picking her way through the broken glass and ducking low to hide behind a small rock that was actually real, but too small to provide cover for long.

“I’ll bring him soon,” Laurel said, forcing her face to relax, her mouth to smile. “Was — was your mom with you?” she — asked softly. Rowen nodded and stuck two fingers in her mouth. The darkening around her eyes told Laurel that she knew something had happened, even if she didn’t comprehend quite what that was.

“How about your dad?”

She shook her head. “He said he was going to go fight bad guys.”

“And that’s exactly what he’s doing,” Laurel said, scanning the chaos around them, searching for some place to hide. The castle was becoming a flickering patchwork, with wrecked Summer houses interspersed among the false walls and half-timbered illusions, but there were still a few places to hide.

“Laurel!”

Laurel had never been more relieved to hear Tamani’s voice. She peered over the wall to see Tamani using his spear like a blind man’s cane, scouting out the terrain by feel while guiding David along. Relieved of the chore of figuring out where to walk, David was swinging his sword freely since it wouldn’t be able to harm any faeries.

“Tamani! I have Rowen.”

Instantly, Tamani was running toward them. His feet found something he couldn’t see and he tripped, sprawling to the ground on his stomach, David close behind.

“Watch that… thing…” Tamani said ruefully, scrambling to his feet.

He covered the remaining distance quickly and threw his arms around Rowen and Laurel together, burying his face in Rowen’s soft brown curls. “Thank the Goddess,” he whispered.

David was glancing about warily. “What do we do now?”

Tamani surveyed the confusion and destruction surrounding them and shook his head. “We’re not even halfway through yet,” he said. “I underestimated the Sparklers. Vastly. If we try to keep going we’re never going to make it to the Academy in time, and I’m not convinced we’ll actually do much good here.” He hesitated. “I say we go back the way we came. To the woods. Follow them up as close to the Academy as we can.”

“But everything keeps changing,” Laurel said. “How do you know which way is out?”

“That way,” Rowen piped, pointing one tiny finger.

Tamani smiled. “I was just going by the sun, but now we have a Sparkler. Perfect visual memory is good for more than illusions, you know.”

Laurel and David nodded, and Tamani took up his spear, holding it in front of him like a cane again, just in case. “Are you OK with Rowen?”

Laurel nodded. The little girl hardly weighed more than an infant, which made it all the more awe inspiring that she appeared to have memorised the settlement’s layout. Laurel wondered whether it was part of Summer faerie training, or if it just came naturally to them. With Rowen’s help, it took them only a few minutes to retrace the short distance they’d travelled into Summer, but Laurel was more relieved to see the lava-filled moat than she would have thought possible. Without hesitation she ran right over the top of it and, clinging to Rowen, sprinted for the trees. She’d never imagined the beautiful illusions she’d seen at the Samhain festival or the cute familiars Rowen had made last summer could transform her favourite settlement into this nightmare-inducing terror.

As they all panted for breath Tamani gathered the little faerie into his arms, holding her as though she were his lifeline.

“Now listen to me, Rowen,” Tamani said, pulling back and holding her face firmly in his hands. “I know you’ve been working on changing your appearance.”

Rowen nodded soberly.

“Did you get a good look at any of the bad guys who came in here today?”

She nodded again.

“Can you show me?”

Rowen’s tiny chin quivered for a moment. The she bowed her head and seemed to expand before them, becoming twenty times the tiny girl she had been, morphing into a misshapen man in black jeans and a tattered white shirt. A man with a huge axe.

“Holy crap,” David said, jumping backward and nearly knocking Laurel over.

Laurel blinked away tears — Rowen had seen the troll who had killed her mother. Gotten a good enough look to replicate him exactly.

“Good girl,” Tamani said, still clasping her little hand, now cloaked in a troll’s enormous fingers. “I want you to go down this path until you get to Rhoslyn’s house. Stay in the trees. Try not to let anyone see you — even another faerie. No one. Turn into a bush or a rock if you have to. When you get there, you knock on the hidden back door I showed you last summer, understand?”

“Back door,” Rowen said, the wispy voice so bizarre coming from that massive body.

“As soon as the door opens, you show Rhoslyn who you really are before she can hurt you.”

Rowen nodded.

Tamani hugged her again, his body sinking into the illusion, creating a grotesque Tamani-troll hybrid. “Now run,” Tamani said, pointing the young faerie in the right direction. “Run fast.” The Rowen-troll nodded and began picking its way down the twisting path with the quickness of the small faerie girl.

“What happened?” Tamani asked Laurel in a flat tone, his eyes trained on the swiftly disappearing form.

“Someone should go with her,” Laurel said, avoiding Tamani’s question.

“She’ll be fine,” Tamani said, though he didn’t sound certain at all. Mostly, he sounded pained. “She knows the way, and we’ve already lost too much time. This is the best we can do for her.”

Laurel nodded. “I found her in… someone’s… arms. The trolls—”

But she couldn’t bear to finish. So much death.

“Dahlia saved Rowen,” Tamani said tonelessly. “She’d have been proud to die that way.” He turned and gave the faux castle one more look through the web of branches. “Let’s go.”