She just shook her head, tut tutting him and interrupting his confused and jumbled thought process. “All these years, and you don`t know the first thing about her,” she said patronizingly. “She has more power and prestige than you can image, even your higher end of the race has no real comparison,” she said superiorly. “She simply hasn’t remembered all of the details of that,” she said. “I suppose,” she added, “you just weren`t trusted enough by those superiors of yours to have been told anything that matters,” she smirked. With the air of someone sharing an Earth shattering fact she continued, saying, “She`s the Alyssandra.”
He looked at her blankly.
“Come on!” She shook his arm. “The Alyssandra, the one we`ve all been searching for, the manhunt of the century,” she pantomimed a news reporter’s exaggerated movements.
He still looked confused.
“Gosh, they really don`t teach bottom rungs like you anything. I don`t know how they can be such snobby know-it-alls if they make sure all their young ones are clueless,” she griped. In a clearly exasperated voice she continued, “The consort, the future queen, the woman only I was able to recover successfully.” His brow wrinkled in confusion. “You clueless numb-skull,” she exclaimed.
“I know how to do lots of things. It`s no concern of yours the teaching practices of the elite wizards,” he responded loftily.
“Yeah, I bet,” she said. “What, they taught you how to sweep the floors and run errands for those geezers?” He blushed a dull crimson.
“Well, besides,” he said, “Why would anyone of us marry a dull human anyways? If Aeron gets the succession instead of Richard, why would anyone let one of them be the queen anyways?” With the realization of supposedly superior logic he added, “Why would that guy know a human anyways?! Isn`t that infinitely more suspicious?”?
She raised her nose. “I`m certainly not going to tell a nobody like you if you don`t already know,” she said primly. “Besides, I`m more interested in why you are spying on her if you’ve already admitted that she doesn`t matter.”
He laughed gustily. “What, you think I`m trying to bring down this great public figure by being a family member? What, I`m just going to use my powerful knowledge of her favorite shampoo brand and how she likes her spaghetti? It’s not exactly blackmail material, you know!”
“You aren`t her relative at all, so how could you be doing anything besides spying,” she asked him suspiciously. “Besides, did you even bother to tell her you aren`t related, or have you been hiding it from her this whole time?”
He laughed more honestly this time, a quiet chuckle. “I think you`ve made a mistake somewhere. She knows perfectly well we aren`t related. She picked me up off the street.”
She pursed her lips. “That`s already pretty fishy. Why were you on the streets in the first place? You should have been cozy in your little city on the other side of the gate.”
“Why tell her? She already knows that.” He said it with a touch of dramatic flair, her gasp very gratifying. “She`s the one that picked me up off the streets, remember? It would just be too much of a bother to craft such a big memory block, and then to try to fill in a lifetime of sibling like memories- too much of a bother.” He gave her a calculating look. “I`ve noticed you`ve been her friend for a few days, as opposed to a few years, so I`m not quite sure where you are getting off on saying this to me,” he haughtily added.
She looked at her toes. “You still shouldn`t have been on this side of the portal anyways,” she muttered.
He looked at her head on, but then an instant flash of inspiration came to him. “Well, I should have been. But, alas, they pushed me out and closed the door behind.” Heaving a great sigh he added, “I must have just happened to stumble through one of the stray portals.”
The portals. After the Fairy Hunts, the real first Crusade, the peoples of magic sought out and created magical sanctuaries that were shielded from the eyes and presence of the Mundane humans. Finding that these areas were hunted after by fairy hunters and mobs as well as encroached upon by the Mundane`s dwellings, the Warlock Convention begged the most powerful warlock, Durin, to find a solution to their problem. After scratching his head for a century or two, he discovered that he could make an exact replica of Earth that was separate from the original, protecting the magical peoples from any interaction with the Mundanes. These two Earths, however, were still connected by magical portals scattered throughout both worlds.
“You were kicked out of the city,” she asked incredulously. “I`ve never heard of that happening before.” She stopped, then looked incredibly guilty. “I`m so sorry, I just thoughtlessly said,” she paused, “I just, I didn`t know,” she bit her lip. “It must have been awful for you,” she sniffed. “I can’t believe I’ve been so insensitive.”
He put his hands up to ward off any further water works. “Calm down, just chill," he said with alarm. He was starting to feel a little guilty for his heart wrenching lie. “This isn’t anything major here, the show you are marathoning is not canceled, the hero didn’t die, you did not pass go, so just chill.” She regained her composure. “Why are you so upset anyways,” he asked. “This is my problem. It’s not like it’s going to affect you or anything.” he continued.
“But it`s just such an awful thing,” she wailed. “How can they do that
