by Riana Lucas
"How is it possible for the seelie queen to override our powers and close our portals?" I ask, disbelief in my voice. The amount of power it would take for her to do that is greater than I can even imagine.
Damien's answer mirrors my thoughts. "It would take a lot of power, and His Majesty does not think she has the ability to accomplish this, which is why he is not postponing this assignment."
"Then why am I limited on my time? Not that it is going to pose a problem. I am quite certain I will be able to complete the mission quickly." My earlier disbelief morphs into utter confidence.
"I am certain as well. However, the new threat does make the king much more eager to have as many halflings as possible at his disposal, which is why he is sending you out again so soon. I only felt the need to inform you of the queen's threat so you would be aware of the situation and know how to plan accordingly."
"I see." I start to look at the information I have been given again, but Damien stops me once more.
"Poppy." His voice is a bit softer than usual, which alarms me because I have never heard this tone from Damien. I glance up to see him looking not at me, but out into the garden. "You must know that if the seelie queen is able to somehow override our powers, and you are not back in the faery realm…" He pauses for a moment, making my anxiety grow. "You will be trapped in the human world until we are able to gain control over the portals once again." He looks back to me. Along with the seriousness, there is also another look on his face I do not recognize.
A small part of me wishes for it to be concern, but before I can figure it out, it is gone. His face is stern, and he continues. "You must work quickly and return with the halfling as soon as possible. That is an order." With his final command, he rises from the bench, summons his spell, and strides quickly back into the castle.
I am a bit unsettled by the encounter that I have just had with Damien. That quick look of possible concern across his face confuses me. I shake my head as if to clear the thoughts and look back down to the paper in my hand. I turn the page and find a photo of a boy looking back at me. For some reason, looking at his image causes a feeling I have not felt since I was a child to course through my body.
It is one of fear.