Finch joined the gathered group, and the cameraman swung his camera toward her.
“Can you tell us about the faire?” Teresa Smith held the microphone up to Finch.
Finch smiled. Her eyes sparkled, and she looked directly into the camera as the magical gray mist drifted around it. “Despite the earthquake here at the High Mountain Renaissance Faire, I’d like to reassure the public that the faire will be as good as new this weekend. The Middle Ages will be alive and kicking and everyone is invited to come join in the merriment.”
Teresa Smith nodded. “You heard it here first. The High Mountain Renaissance Faire will be opened to the public after the unusual earthquake that hit the Fort Collins area.”
Keelie hoped the oblivion spell would spread across the airwaves, into the minds of any people who’d seen earlier newscasts.
“Hey, where did that tree come from?” Tarl was looking up into the branches of an aspen that now spread its branches over the Admin building.
Uh oh. That one would have to remain a mystery.
Keelie juggled the Compendium from one arm to the other. It was heavy and awkward. So cumbersome. It was past time to get this thing online-the Dread Forest elves must never lose their lore again. She also wondered if she could talk to Sylvus about maybe transforming the book of knowledge into something more modern, like a tablet computer with a wooden case.
The book rose and hovered in midair, and the pages opened to a new section.
Object Transformation:
You will need a wooden staff…
This was more like it. Keelie headed to the meadow to talk to Hrok.
The next day, Keelie found Sally examining her tarot booth. The structure wasn’t in too bad shape, except for a sagging corner. It looked like the support post had suffered some damage.
“Do the cards say anything about Tavyn?” Keelie asked.
Sally shook her head. “No sign of a goblin wizard, but the cards reveal that new powers and new magic have been awakened.
Mara joined them, holding little Ava’s hand. Ava reached up to Keelie with her chubby fingers, then laughed when a bhata landed on Keelie’s shoulder.
Its twiggy face bent in a grin, and its berry eyes radiated happiness. It climbed down to Ava.
Keelie looked at Mara. “Can you see that?”
Mara nodded.
Keelie turned to Sally. “You?”
She nodded as well.
“The humans with magic in their blood can see and feel the magic all the time now,” Mara said.
“Then you remember?” Keelie whispered.
Mara winked.
Ava laughed as the bhata danced around her. Knot strolled out into the open area. Ava squealed with delight. “Kitty.”
Knot’s tail bushed out. His eyes widened with fright when he saw the toddling little girl coming after him, squealing “Kitty, kitty, kitty” at the top of her lungs.
“Are you going to tell anyone?” Keelie asked Sally.
She shook her head. “The faire folk keep their secrets. It’s an unwritten law amongst us.”
Keelie knew the secrets of the faire would be safe.
In the woods behind the tarot booth, a huge antlered stag was watching her.
“If you ladies will excuse me, I need to go and check on something.”
Herne stood there, in his deer form, head straight and chest expanded. “What do you think?”
“You make a great buck. I don’t know if I’d hang out here during hunting season, though.”
“Good point.” Herne narrowed his eyes. “I hadn’t thought of that.” He transformed into his human form. “I think there’s something you need to see.” He held out his arm. “Milady Keliel, if you will accompany me.”
Keelie mentally prepared herself for the whoosh.
A cool breeze brushed against her face, and then she stood before the spruce trees Bruce, Deuce, and Zeus. Their tangy scent filled her. She could look down and see all of Fort Collins below and the Rocky Mountains before her. Flowers grew around the stones where Cricket had been buried.
Sadly, she looked at the grave of her little friend, but she knew he rested in peace.
“Why did you bring me here?”
He pointed. “Watch.”
King Gneiss and Sir Davey stepped forward. Vangar and Finch landed in the meadow, their dragon forms huge and muscular. Dad was riding on Vangar’s back, balanced casually like an expert rider, with Sally in front of him. She looked thrilled and terrified at the same time.
A swirling vortex of light appeared and Fala stepped through, hands held high as if he were about to perform in front of an audience. He wore a gold circlet on his forehead and a glittering chain mail shirt.
Herne arched an eyebrow. “Bit overdressed?”
“What’s going on?” Keelie asked. She wondered why her magical friends were here.
Finch and Vangar shifted into human form.
Herne pointed to everyone gathered. “Keliel, since it is important for all races to work together, we have come together this day, and in this meadow, in honor of you and one whom you loved despite his differences. I decree this the first council meeting of the Circle of Magic.” He rested his hand against his chest. “I represent the goblins and the dark fae.”
Fala bowed his head. “I am here on behalf of the High Court and the Shining Ones.”
Dad smiled at her. “For the elves.”
Sally motioned with her hands. “For the humans.”
Sir Davey and King Gneiss removed their hats, both with snowy plumes. “We represent the dwarves.”
Finch and Vangar stepped up to her. “We represent the magical beasts and shapeshifters of this world.”
“Keliel Heartwood, you have done what others thought would never happen. You have brought us together in peace.”
In her mind, Keelie heard Hrok’s voice. You, my dear Daughter of the Forest, represent the Great Sylvus and the trees.
Keelie looked at her friends and wiped at the corner of her eye. Not that she was getting teary or anything. “Then I guess it’s time to open this meeting of the joint council, the Circle of Magic.”
Summers, Gillian
The Goblin's Curse: The Scions of Shadow Trilogy, Book 3 (The Faire Folk Saga)
Keelie sat on her narrow bed in the newly repaired Swiss Miss Chalet. Their salvaged belongings were packed up, and they were ready to head out as soon as Dad finished the business paperwork. Insurance adjustors had been crawling all over the faire the last few days.
She pressed the tree app on her newly transformed Compendium. She loved the wooden finish (hawthorn, High Mountain Renaissance Faire).
Words scrolled across her screen.
It was Hrok. She had the best connection to him.
Hello, milady.
She keyboarded her answer.
You know you’ll be able to keep in contact if you need me.
Yes, Keliel.
She loved how Sylvus had combined forest magic and technology. She’d used the object transformation spell he’d shown her to turn the Compendium into a tablet computer.
After the fires and the magical confrontation with the goblins, Dad had decided they needed a break. He’d
