The Changeling Princess by Jackie Shirley

Author:Jackie Shirley [Shirley, Jackie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-12-20T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 44

My mother’s father, Richard Greer had passed on. It was a sad note that the Changeling Clans in Charlotte were getting smaller and smaller. I shed a lot of tears, but I had a lot of wonderful memories of my Grandpa Greer.

It was now 1973 and I was twenty-nine years old. I had inherited Pauline’s books and it was my job to record the creatures I had captured. I opened the book and reviewed the details of my latest captures. I added some personal thoughts because I thought it would make the written record more personal.

I decided it was time to face the fact that I had a problem. The Demons I’d dealt with were so disgusting that it took a ton of willpower to keep my temper from getting out of hand. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to kill one of them instead of taking them prisoner. I decide to have a talk with my parents about my attitude.

* * *

We were seated around the living when I announced I had something to discuss. “I’m all ears,” said my dad.

“Me, too,” said my mom.

“I’m not quite sure how to say this, but I think I have a serious problem.”

My dad leaned forward in his chair. “What kind of a problem?”

“I think my temper is getting the better of me. I’ve reached the point where I want to kill the Demons instead of capture them.”

My parents stared at each other and then my mother spoke. “I think that’s normal under the circumstances. You were plucked away from your childhood at the age of sixteen and given the responsibility of protecting the world. You’ve had to deal with the most evil Demons on the planet and you were expected to act like a lady at all times . . . And this was after seeing first-hand all the atrocities these creatures have committed.”

“I agree,” said my father. “How could anyone expect you to keep your cool after years and years of being confronted by unspeakable evil? I don’t think I could do it.”

“Think of it this way,” said my mother. “Every time someone commits a really terrible crime, there’s a portion of the population who would like to see the criminal thrown into a meat-grinder rather than given a warm cell and three square meals a day. If the general population had to go through what you’ve gone through, all the criminals would end up in the meat-grinder.”

“I guess I never thought of it like that.”

“Not only that,” said my father, “I think your temperament is one of the reasons you were selected to be an Ivarr. Your temper is like a strong flagpole. It will bend in a strong wind, but it doesn’t break.”

“Well, maybe I haven’t done so badly after all.”

My father sat next to me and put his arm around me. “Of course you haven’t and we’re really proud of you. So you pulled a few limbs off a couple of Demons. They probably deserved it.

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