“What’s your problem?” Kim asked suddenly.
Brendan realized he’d been staring at her. He tried to look nonchalant. “Nothing.”
“How have your training sessions been going?” Kim asked.
“Brutal. I can’t seem to get anything right. I’ve lost whatever connection I had to my abilities.”
“Sorry, Brendan. You’ve got to get up to speed. You have to practise.”
“Why? What’s the big rush? Faeries live a really long time, right? I have years to practise. Decades! Centuries!” They crossed the street into Queen’s Park. The trees were stark and bare now. No snow had fallen yet, but Brendan could sense the winter in the rawness of the wind as it rattled the dead leaves around their feet. One of the benefits of being a Faerie was the way his senses were heightened and tuned to nature in a way he’d never imagined before the glamours that concealed them had been lifted.
“See ya ’round. Get some sleep tonight. Or better yet, work on your meditation!” She gunned the motor and took off across the park.
“Oi! I’m trying to get some shut-eye here!” a little voice cried. Brendan unzipped his jacket to reveal BLT stretching her tiny arms as she stood in his inner pocket. Ever since his uncle Og had gifted the Lesser Faerie’s services to Brendan on his Quest for the missing amulet, she’d been his constant companion. She had a taste for sweets that bordered on addiction. Blinking, she looked up at Brendan and flapped her gauzy wings.^ 16 “What’s the racket?”
“You shouldn’t sleep so much in the day,” Brendan scolded. “You end up being awake all night.”
“What can I say? I’m a night person.” She yawned and burped.^ 17
“Well, I’m a sleep person. And I want to get some. So try to shift your schedule.”
BLT scowled. “What am I supposed to do all day while you’re in that idiotic Human school?”
“What did you do before you were assigned to me?”
“Sleep.”
“Oh brother,” Brendan groaned.
“Who are you talking to?”
Brendan nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around to find a girl standing on the path. Thin and pale, she wore an oversized black leather motorcycle jacket over a Weezer T-shirt and tattered black jeans. Her black hair was gelled up into a spiky mohawk. On her hands, she wore black woollen gloves with the fingers cut off, revealing black painted nails.
“Sorry.” She laughed. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t,” Brendan said quickly. “I just didn’t see you there.”
“Of course you didn’t.” She smiled. “Nobody sees me unless I want them to.” Her blue eyes sparkled. They were a blue that Brendan had never seen on any person before: sapphire shimmering with deeper shades of violet. He realized then that she was a Faerie like him.
His heart raced. He’d been told by Ariel, Greenleaf, and Kim to be wary of any Fair Folk who approached him without a proper introduction. After his experience with Orcadia, that seemed like sound advice.
The girl stepped closer and held out a hand. “I’m Charles.” She pronounced it “Sharles.” “My friends call me Charlie. You can, too, if you like.” She spoke with a soft accent. She sounded French or maybe Quebecois.
Brendan stared at the hand but didn’t reach for it. “Charles? That’s a boy’s name.”
“Real smooth.” BLT had crawled out of her hiding place to sit on Brendan’s shoulder.
“Shut up, you little pest,” Brendan said.
The girl dropped her hand and shrugged. “It’s my name. I’m a girl. That makes it a girl’s name, doesn’t it? Don’t I look like a girl to you?”
“Uh, yeah. I guess so,” Brendan said dumbly. She was a little punk for his taste. Still, he could see that under the makeup, hair, and shredded clothes, there might be a pretty cute girl. He pushed the thought away. He had to concentrate. This could be a potentially dangerous situation.
He looked around for Kim but she was long gone on her scooter. He had to deal with this on his own.
“What’s the matter?” Charlie pressed. “Am I scaring you?” She laughed, crinkling up her nose. He felt sure she was mocking him. “You look a little worried.”
“I’m fine.” Brendan didn’t know what to do. He knew other Faeries lived in the city. He saw lots of them in the Swan and sometimes on the street, going about their business like ordinary citizens. He sensed them. More accurately, he felt they were different, like him. They never approached him, however. They nodded or smiled and went on their way. Ariel had laid down the rules where Brendan was concerned, and the Fair Folk in Toronto followed them. He was not to be approached, and his Human family was off limits.
In spite of the rules, here was this Faerie stopping him on his way home from school. He didn’t know what to do.
“I’ve got to be going,” he said and started walking away.
She trotted after him and matched his stride. “You don’t want to meet me?”
“No thanks.”
“You’re very rude.” She pouted.
“Just leave me alone, okay?” Brendan said, trying to walk faster.
She matched his pace easily. “Don’t you like girls?”
Brendan stopped and faced her. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” As soon as he said it, he felt like an idiot. “Just leave me alone, all right?”
“He’s right! He’s not supposed to talk to you!” BLT confirmed. Somehow, a tiny person sticking up for him made the situation seem even more childish and humiliating.
“Lose the big idiot and spend a little time with Lord Chitter, yer ladyship!” came a voice from below. “I can certainly appreciate a pretty girl.” They looked down to see a tiny man dressed in what appeared to be the fur of a grey squirrel. He held a minute spear in his hand. He blinked his glossy black eyes and grinned. Chitter bowed low, sweeping off his little cap. Brendan had made Chitter’s acquaintance only a few short weeks before on the fateful day he’d spent running from Orcadia. The Lesser Faerie ran with the squirrels of Queen’s Park, pilfering picnic baskets and generally making a nuisance of himself.
“You’re the idiot,” Brendan shot back. “And you’re only five inches tall.”
“You’re the idiot,” Chitter retorted, “’cause you ain’t interested in her.”
BLT fluttered into the air, pushing up her sleeves. “Don’t you call Brendan an idiot!”
“Or what?” Chitter stuck out his tiny chin.
“Or I’ll thrash you, you furry little creep!”
“He’s an idiot and that’s the truth.”
BLT snarled. “All right. You called down the thunder!”
“Hold on, there!” Brendan quickly grabbed BLT before she could launch herself at Lord Chitter and stuffed her into his jacket pocket. BLT shrieked and struggled but Brendan zipped up his pocket, trapping her safely inside.
“Now look what you’ve done!” he snapped at the strange girl. “Just leave me alone.” Brendan turned on his heel and marched away.
The girl caught up with him as he reached the far end of the park. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble. I just want us to get to know each other.”
Brendan whirled on her. “I’m not interested, all right? I can barely keep the friends I have. I don’t need any new ones.”
“I want to help you,” she said. “I know the training is hard for you.”
“And you’re making it harder. If you really want to help, just leave me alone.” His voice rose to a shout. A couple walking by stared. Embarrassed, he simply turned and walked away.
Charlie didn’t follow. When he ventured a look over his shoulder, he saw her standing at the edge of the park, watching him. She gave him a cheeky little wave. Brendan sneered and turned toward home.
^ 14 Of course, Harold has met Dmitri’s babka, but that day was erased from their memories. Again, read the first book. If you haven’t yet, why are you reading this one, you strange, strange person?
^ 15 Artificers use their Faerie powers and skill at working with their hands to create functional works of art. They harness spirits to build motors. They place extraordinary power within ordinary objects. They also reproduce Human technologies in forms that Fair Folk can use. Faeries adore Human gadgets: cellphones, MP3 players, DVDs, and computers are all fascinating to them. Sadly, because of the Faeries’ strong magical affinity, most Human technology won’t work for them. That’s where Artificers like Og come in. They build items that function just like the Humans’ versions but run on the natural ambient energy of the Earth.