I’ve never had much interest in befriending mortals, although I move among them freely. I can mimic their ways and imitate their speech, so I blend in. I’m always looking for a way they can be useful to me, and I always find one.
To the Fey, time is fluid, a concept difficult for mortals to comprehend. The elders among my people say there was a time when the Fey were feared. Offerings were made to keep us away or to beg for our help. Today, we’re pretty much relegated to old wives’ tales, and we like it this way.
My father, Knotch, is the Light Fey King and I’m set to succeed him. I realize that the only way my people will survive and prosper in the future is to forge connections to the mortal world. I plan to enroll in the state university and major in business. Profit and loss, fueled by greed, controls humans. I can excel at this game.
I’ve never understood the lives most mortals lead: up early, work hard, dead tired at day’s end. What a waste of conscious life. Take Dan Fields and his woodshop crew, they live like that and seem happy with their lot. Dillon, Dan’s warlock cousin, is the only one who doesn’t lead this life.
Dillon’s warlock powers would be a joke if it weren’t for his messing with the water tables and his threatening behavior toward Dan and his young daughter, Anna. She has inherited great-grandmother’s powers and has the potential to do great things. I have vowed that I will use every skill I possess to keep her safe. She is one of the few humans who would fit well into the Fey world.
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