Dragon Fae Prophecy by Caethes Faron

Author:Caethes Faron [Faron, Caethes]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Branwen Press
Published: 2019-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

24

The drive home was a blur. I wanted to be on the ground in Elustria, doing something, helping, not stuck here on Earth.

“Children. Why would they go after children?” Deacon’s pale face unsettled me. I hadn’t seen him shaken up before.

“Because they want to hurt us. Don’t try to find a rhyme or reason to what they do. It’ll only drive you mad. We can’t understand it because we’re not like them.” We fell into silence, my hands gripping the wheel as I sped toward home and Deacon’s fists tightening and flexing in his lap. What words were there to say at a time like this?

From my parking spot, I could see Mr. Harmon sitting in front of his door. “Listen, before you get out”—I placed my hand on Deacon’s arm to stop him from opening the door—“remember that this is my home. My neighbor doesn’t know what I am or what I do. As horrible as we’re feeling right now, we can’t show it. He can’t ever know something’s wrong. Got it?”

Deacon nodded. He took a few deep breaths to gather himself.

“I’ll have to introduce you to him. There’s no way Mr. Harmon is going to let me walk by with a guy he hasn’t met and not introduce himself.”

Deacon’s transformation as he stood from his seat and shut the door stunned me. An affable smile graced his lips, and a cheery little lilt entered his stride. He looked like a man happy to be alive as we strode to the building.

Halfway up the stairs, I waved to Harry. “Good morning, Mr. Harmon. How are you doing today?”

“Oh I’m fine, fine. You know how it is.” He made a show of looking around me to Deacon. “Not doing as well as you are, though. Who do we have here following you home?”

I smiled, shoving all my feelings aside, letting my love for Harry light my eyes. “This is Deacon. Sybil invited us over. And before you ask, he’s just a friend. Deacon, this is Mr. Harmon.”

Mr. Harmon started to stand to shake hands, but Deacon waved him back into his seat. “No need to get up, sir.”

“Polite. I like a young man with manners. And a nice handshake too,” Mr. Harmon said, looking at me as they shook hands. He wagged his eyebrows at me and then focused on Deacon. “You can call me Harry.”

Before Deacon could reply, I stepped in. “Your plants are looking a little dry, Mr. Harmon. Let me help you with that.” I grabbed his watering can that was filled and waiting for me to tend to the hanging plants. Even if we were in a hurry, it only took a second, and I knew it meant a lot to Harry. He could care for them himself, but he liked having an excuse for some conversation, so he often had his watering can waiting for me to help.

“Thank you, dear. Always looking out for me.” Harry gave me one of his warm grandfatherly smiles then turned to Deacon.

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