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And I was worried about the neighbors getting suspicious over the noises coming from our backyard! Bill was standing at the corner of the house when I caught up to him after our walk. He gave me the shush sign by holding his finger up to his lips and pointed toward the driveway. A stooped figure in a dark cloak was slowly slinking away from the gate to the backyard, accompanied by two midnight black cats.

After the initial shock of seeing a strange apparition seemingly “float” down the driveway, my first thoughts were, oh no! the portal has been breached, all of the faerie world’s bone-chilling monstrosities are coming through. They will spread and reek havoc on all my unsuspecting neighbors!

Wait a minute, Arial would have found me immediately if that had happened, no, this is something else. We stepped back around the corner and stuck our heads out just far enough to continue watching the phantom as it slithered down the street. It glided past the big bushes on the Shunners property, and when it got to their driveway, reached up and threw back the deep hood  covering its head. I started to yell, “Is that  Mrs. Shunner?” But Bill clapped his hand over my mouth before I could get out the first syllable. With his hand still over my mouth, he looked over at me and shook his head, then slowly took his hand away. I’ve seen enough scary movies to know not to make a sound once your mouth is uncovered so I just stood there, my mind reeling.

I remembered that I had two little people in my coat pockets only when they started to shake violently. I pulled open both pockets at the same time and looked down at Warren and Odette, who had shrunk down to the very bottoms and were currently sitting with their little hands over their faces murmuring, “Saints protect us!”

“It’s okay, be still now. We’ll go in once we can get to the back gate, just be quiet.” When I looked up again, I watched the Mrs. Shunner thing stand up, the shape under the cloak grew and reformed.  After making an attempt to smooth the cape, she nonchalantly looked around to make sure  no one was watching, then, as if it were normal to be parading around neighborhood in broad daylight like something out of Harry Potter, casually made her way to her back door and disappeared inside.

Now it was my turn to glance warily around the neighborhood. I couldn’t see anyone taking particular notice of the recent events. There wasn’t a soul on the street, so we stepped away from the house and quickly made our way through the gate and into the backyard.

“Arial! Where are you?” Over by the ivy I could see a faint green shimmering light that ran the full length of the hedge. We watched as Arial and five other faeries of the emerald guard materialized, arms locked together and holding the same silver orbs that they had been throwing into the bushes when we were making our way through the faerie forest. The orbs that make things invisible.

“We protected the portal Kind One. A sorceress with her evil minions broached the perimeter of the garden and nosed around in every corner. She did not find any evidence of the doorway. We succeeded in hiding all traces from her prying, squinty eyes.”

“Arial, is there any way for a being from the faerie world to live, undetected, in the mortal world? I have always wondered about the Shunners, they don’t interact with the rest of the neighbors, they keep to themselves. If I happen to be out when they leave their house, and they see me, they scurry back in. I have never met anyone like that, afraid that someone might speak to them.”

“I have heard of some that do not want to be constricted by our laws, those that would seek out the dark side of your world. They do not like the authority of the queen and wish to be free to gather the power to invade and rule our realm.”

“If she is from your side, why didn’t she know about the protection charms?”  It was getting darker now and I hated having this conversation outside. I opened the door for the gnomes, who didn’t have to be asked twice, before they darted for the safety of their pumpkin house under the cabinet.

“I think we should get inside now.”

Bill went around the house and closed all the blinds as we continued to listen. “She must have been here for a long time, if a mystical being is away from the realm for to long, they begin to lose their power. If her powers are weakened, she would not be able to penetrate our cloaking charms.”

I joined Bill at the window. “She might not have enough power to feel magical energy, but she can still change shape, look!” We watched as Mrs. Shunner, the one familiar to us, came out her front door.

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009.

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"Kind One?"
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You Know a Fairie is Present When...

You hear a whispering of leaves.
You see a whirlwind.
You feel a tingling sensation in your hair.
You have an unexplained loss of time.
You laugh uncontrollably, or feel exceptionally silly.
You see blades of grass bending when there
is no one around.

The Most Likely Place for Fairie Portals Are...

Lake shores
Islands
Glades in the forest
Where two roads intersect
Fences and border hedges (this is Arial's favorite)
Stairwells, hallways and landings
Tidal pools
Bends in a road
Thresholds

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I would like to give special thanks to Gail Schimmelpfennig for allowing me to put her wonderful poem "Seeking the Muse" on my site. You can read her poem in the fairy poetry section under "Fairies in Word and Song". Gail is Utah State Poetry Society's 2009 Poet of the Year, and I'm proud to say, a dear friend. You can find her on FaceBook where there is a group for the Utah poets.