Hello Again!

Hello, beautiful people! I'm back! I know I've been gone for a very long time. I'm sorry. It was summer, then school started, and I've just been too busy. 10th grade is even worse than 9th grade was. I have so much homework, and between that, robotics club, and volunteering at my library, I haven't had very much time to write.

I've decided to change the idea of this blog a bit, now that I don't have to have specific things in it. I still want to tell people about my books thought, so now instead of posting chapters, or parts of chapters, I'm gonna post updates about how the books are coming, how the characters are, and just other random things about the books that I think you might want to know.

End of the Year Reflection

Good morning people. How ya doin'? I'm so tired right now. I had a karate tournament all weekend. It was so much fun, but also exhausting. I'll write more about it later.

So, I've been doing this blog for my English class. We started it at the beginning of the year, and now thats the year's almost over, so is the blog project. This last post is supposed to be a reflection of the year. I'm supposed to write about how I've changed this year.

How have I changed this year? I started out the year as a shy, awkward nerd with 4 friends. Now, I'm still shy and awkward (and nerdy), but not as much. I have a lot more friends and I talk a lot more than I used to. I think that could be partly because of this blog. When I can talk to people with out having to worry about what I say, I start to get more comfortable with talking.

I'm also one of those people who doesn't show their feelings. When I have somewhere like this where I can just vent, it becomes so much easier to deal with the emotion's I try to keep hidden.

How else have I changed? I honestly have no idea. I've become a better writer and violinist. I've injured myself countless times at karate. Just yesterday, I totally messed up my leg. It's fine now, but it really hurt yesterday.

Okay, well, I think that's it. Before I go, I want to thank all my wonderful readers (if I have any). You guys have been great. Although I don't understand why you would take time out of your day to read this, I'm grateful to anyone who did. My goal for this year was to get at least 500 views. I got more than 800. Readers, you really are amazing.

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Hey, if you like Dr. Who (a super amazing show), check out my friend Kimberly's blog.

Flirting

Hello peoples. How's it going? Good. I'm really excited right now. I have a karate tournament tonight and tomorrow. It's gonna be so much fun. Tournaments always are. I'm competing in three different events: Traditional Forms, Traditional Weapon Forms, and Sparring. I don't know if I'll win forms or weapons for my division, but I will most likely win sparring. I almost always do. I'm also part of my studio's advanced demo team. We have a pretty good demo this year, but probably not good enough to win. Well, it's gonna be a long, fun, exhausting weekend. On Sunday, I'm going over to my friend Jenny's house to watch the season 4 finale of Once Upon a Time. Thats also gonna be fun.

Cute, flirty Shawn Millock
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In the last part of my story, Shawn took Anny to the IFPA control room, where she met his friend Abby. Abby explained the purpose and importance of the control room before Anny and Shawn had to leave.

“She likes you,” I said once we were in the hallway.

“What makes you say that?” he asked skeptically.

“She’s a girl. So am I. And how could any girl resist you?” I teased, laughing at his surprised expression. “You’re cute and flirty. Two things most girls love.”

“You’re right. I am flirty.” He draped his arm over my shoulder, grinning.

“Oh, no, Millock. I still have that flashlight. And don’t you think I’m a bit too young for you to flirt with?”

“I flirt with everyone,” he reminded me.

“Even fifteen year old girls? How old are you anyways?” I asked him.

“Nineteen.” He removed his arm from around my shoulders and took a step away from me, his grin fading. “Maybe I am too old for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” He smiled at me. “Let’s go.” They walked in silence the rest of the way

back to my new apartment. The silence was awkward at first, but then it settled into a

comfortable, friendly silence. Shawn broke the long silence when they arrived at my

apartment.

“Your training starts tomorrow. Will you be able to find your way back to the training room by yourself?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I answered.

“I don’t want you to get lost, so I’ll take you there. I’ll be here at 9. Be ready. See you tomorrow.” He walked off down the hall without waiting for my response. I started after him, all of a sudden feeling strangely lonely. I shook it off and opened the door to the room that would be my home for the next few weeks.

The Control Room...

Good morning, lovelies. How are you all? I am so tired (like usual). I don't want to go to school tomorrow. At least we only have 23 days left (!). I can't wait till summer. It's gonna be so fun. *Stares into space dreamily* Sleeping in, going camping, working at the library, and going to Shwayder Camp (the best summer camp ever!). It's gonna be great.

Monday was the Utah State Math Contest. It was a multiple choice test with 40 questions. It was soooo hard. I answered maybe 12 out of 40 problems. I skipped the rest. The scoring for that test is really cool. Each correct answer is 6 points, wrong answers are 0 points, and blank answers are 1.5 points. Even though I don't think I got any questions wrong, I definitely didn't win by only answering 12 questions. Oh, well. I can always try again next year.

In the last part of my story, Shawn told Anny how IFPA training works. He gave her a few archery tips and showed her around the training room before continuing the tour.

This is like the IFPA control room
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Shawn took me all over the compound. I saw other training classrooms, the infirmary, and the control room. The control room was a small room. A desk was pushed up against each of the three walls that did not contain the door. On each desk was three or four computer screens, and each screen was divided into four pictures. A young woman was sitting at one of the desks. She looked up when Shawn entered the room.

“Anny, this is Abby. She’s the supervisor here. She’s in charge of making sure the compound stays secure,” Shawn introduced me to the woman. “Abby, do you want to tell Anny what you do in here?”

“I watch the cameras. Everything they see, I see in here. There’s security cameras

set up all over the compound. They’re everywhere except apartments and bathrooms,” Abby said. Shawn wandered over to one of the screens and looked at it. It showed the training room.

“Why do you need security cameras?” I asked.

“Think about it. We live in an underground compound, trying to end a war. Don’t

you think Dalen would have tried to send his people to sabotage us? To try to stop us

from stopping him? What do you think would happen then? All our progress could be lost. We need to be able to see what’s happening everywhere in the compound in order to stop that from happening,” Abby said.

I didn’t say anything to that. I walked over to see what Shawn was looking at. He moved to block my view of the screen.

“Time to go, Anny,” he said. “Thanks for letting us drop by, Abby.”

“Anytime.” She grinned flirtatiously at him. “It was nice to meet you, Anny,” she called as we left the control room.

The Tour Continued

Hey kids. Sorry I haven't posted in a few weeks. I've been really stressed this week. I almost had a panic attack yesterday. It's a long story, one that I won't bore you with right now.
Well, my life's been quite uneventful these past weeks. My school orchestra went the the Region Orchestra Festival on Wednesday. It took an hour to get there by bus. It was a fun bus ride, though. Me and my friends played a very interesting game of Truth or Dare. Actually, it was more just a game of Truth. Anyways, it was fun. When we got to the school that was hosting the festival, my stand partner and I almost didn't have any music. We had left our music at our school, so we had to make copies of my friends music. We played really well, but we didn't qualify for State. Oh, well. There's always next year.
In my last post, Shawn took Anny on a tour. He showed her the dining hall and the training room, where he demonstrated his skill at knife throwing.

“You’re good,” I said, looking over her shoulder at him, impressed.

“I’d better be. If I wasn’t, my students wouldn’t learn anything,” he replied, grinning.

“You teach knife throwing?” I asked, more impressed.

“Yup. I’m one of the best here,” he bragged.

“Who do you teach?” I asked.

Bow Anny uses.
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“New trainee’s. In order to become a member of IFPA, you have to go through a special training program. Most kids who live here take a year off school when they’re fifteen for their training. During training, they learn hand fighting, archery, knife throwing, and fairy history. Your training will only be basic physical and mental strength stuff because we’re running short on time. If you decide to stay once this is over, you’ll go through full training once school starts.”

“Ok, sounds fun,” I said sarcastically. It sounded hard and exhausting, anything but fun. I walked over to the bow rack and picked one up. I held it in one hand and slung a full quiver over my shoulder with my other hand. I pulled an arrow out of the quiver and notched it. Taking aim at a target, I pulled back the string and let the arrow fly. It thudded into the edge of the target.

“Not bad,” Shawn said. “Your stance looked good. You just need to work on your aim.”

I put the bow and quiver back where they belonged and walked to the target I had shot. Pulling the arrow out of the target, I asked, “ Doesn’t it worry you to just leave this stuff laying around? What if someone snuck in here and got hurt?”

“Over the summer and on weekends, we keep the door locked unless a teacher is in here. During training, class is from 1 to 4 and I’m usually in here until 7 every night. Nothing could ever happen without us knowing,” he reassured me.

“Why are you here so late?”

“Sometimes my students come after class to get extra help. If no one comes, I practice.” 
Shawn walked over to a door in the far wall that I had failed to notice. “The girl’s locker room is through here,” he said. “We should keep going. There’s still more to see.”

Chapter 5... The Tour

This is my brother's robot and a few of his teammates.
Image courtesy of  The Ladybots

Hello, my lovelies. I'm back! Did you miss me? It's been like two weeks since I talked to you. Has anything interesting happened over those two weeks? I haven't done anything. Wait, thats not quite true. I went the West Super-regionals robotics competition. My brother's team, the Ladybots, was competing. It started out really well, but then their robot started having problems, and it took them almost the whole competition to fix it. It was fixed just in time for their last match, which they won. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to get them into the finals. The whole competition lasted 2 days. It was really cool to be able to watch all the robots competing. Some of them were really complex. Others were pretty simple, but they were still great robots. The winning robot, witch scored a new world record of 877 points, looked like a big pile of metal. It was a really great experience, and I hope my team gets to go next year.

I think the last part I posted was when Anny saw the room that she would be sleeping in. She compared it to her room at home. Shawn offered to take Anny on a tour of the compound. Anny says she want to see everything.
By the way, I wanted to ask you something. I've been thinking of rewriting a few chapters so they're told from Shawn's perspective. The way it is now, you don't really get to know anything that Shawn feels. You only see little glimpses of feeling that he shows Anny. What do you think about that? Please tell me if you think that would be a good idea. I'm still deciding if I'm gonna do it.

Chapter 5

The first place Shawn took me was the dining hall. I thought it looked like a school cafeteria. It was a big, open room. Long rectangular tables and benches ran the length of the room. At one end of the room, there was a counter, presumably where the food was served. A door was in the wall near the counter. I guessed it led to the kitchen.

“On a normal weekday, breakfast is from 7 to 9, lunch is from 12 to 1, and dinner is from 6 to 8. On the weekends, breakfast and lunch are pushed back an hour.” Shawn told her.

“How’s the food?” I asked.  

“Not bad. It’s actually pretty good, especially the desserts. There are a few fairies who work in the kitchen, and they are excellent cooks.”

“There are fairies here? Where? Can I meet them?” I asked excitedly.

“We have a few fairies staying here. War refugee’s, trying to help end it from here. One of the most important refugee’s is Dalen own sister, Shahira. You’ll meet her soon enough. Let’s keep moving. There’s still lots to see.” We walked off, passing more groups of running children.

The next place Shawn took me was the training room. On one side of the room, there was a row of targets. Next to the targets was a rack of bows and another of quivers full of arrows. Next to the bows was a table covered in an array of knives. On the other side of the room was three square padded rings and a line of punching bags.

“This is where I work,” Shawn said proudly. “The training room.” He walked over to the knife table and picked one up. He turned it over in his hand before suddenly throwing it. The knife flew through the air, spinning end over end, until it slammed into a target. I walked over to the target the knife had hit and saw that it was in the exact middle of the target.

Finally. The end of Chapter 4...

Hi, peeps. I'm really bored right now. Does anyone else ever find life extremely boring? I think that quite a lot actually, especially when I'm at school. School is terrible. I go to Treasure Mountain, and the building is way too small for the amount of kids. It's so crowded. It's also really boring. I usually read through all my non-important classes. At least then I'm doing something I find interesting.

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This is kinda what my baskets looked like.

So, I just got home from making Easter baskets. Don't ask why a Jewish girl was making Easter baskets. It was weird. I've never made Easter baskets before, so I had no idea what to put in them. I still have no idea. I just put random stuff in. There was a lot of candy, and I like candy, so I put a lot of that in my baskets. I also put some bubbles and stickers in, 'cause everyone loves those. Anyways, it was kinda fun. 

Where did I leave off last time? Oh, yeah. Shawn takes Anny and Maggie to the apartment they will be staying in. Maggie recognizes the room as the apartment she and Anny's dad had lived in before Anny's brother was born.

Mom wandered into one of the two side rooms. “One thing has changed,” I heard her say. I followed my mom into the room. It was a small bedroom. There was a bed pushed up against one wall, a closet and dresser along the opposite wall, and a small desk at the foot of the bed.

“We redid this room for Anny,” Shawn said. I looked from him to my mother, confused again. Mom answered her questioning look.

“This was Kyle’s room before we moved. It’s yours now.” Mom stood in the middle of the bedroom for a bit longer before walking out.

“I’ll get your stuff,” he said to me over his shoulder as he followed her. He came back a few seconds later, carrying my bag. “Right, now that you’re all settled, it’s time for your tour. Let’s go.” Shawn dropped the bag on my new bed and walked out again, not waiting for me to follow him. He must have realized that I wasn’t behind him, because he stuck his head back through the doorway. “You coming?” he asked me.

“Yeah, just give me a second,” I answered. I looked around the bedroom and

sighed. It actually wasn’t that different from my room at home. It was small, with a bed in

one corner and a dresser in another. The only important difference was that there was no balcony outside. There wasn’t even a window. What would I do when I couldn’t sleep? I would die if I couldn’t see the stars. I sighed again and followed Shawn into the main room, where he was talking to Mom.

“Ah, look who’s arrived,” he said, catching sight of me standing in the doorway to my room. “The tour. We’ll be off then. I assume you don’t need a tour of the place, Maggie?” he asked.

“No. I think I still know my around. I’ve only been gone for seventeen years, after I lived here for more than twenty.”

“Okay. See you later. Come on, Anny.” He left the room and I followed him into the hallway outside. He walked away down the hall without waiting for me, and I had to run to catch up. “So, what do you want to see first?” he asked me.

“All of it.”

Disneyland trip for school, anyone?

Guess what people? I just got back from Disneyland! I went there on a field trip for orchestra (that's right, I got to go to Disneyland for school). It was so much fun. We were there for two days. I did all the super fun roller coasters and not-so-fun kiddy rides. My favorite was California Screamin', the biggest roller coaster in the park. I did it twice. It was great.

The reason we went to Disneyland was for a Heritage Festival. We played and were judged Saturday morning. The award ceremony was Saturday night. We had to wait for 45 minutes just to be seated at that. It was worth the wait. We won four different awards! The first one was the gold in our division. To get that, we had to get a score of over 90/100. The second award was the Adjudicators award. We had to get a score higher than a 92/100 to get that. We were the only instrumental group to get that one. The third was the Outstanding Orchestra Award. That means that we got the highest score out of all the orchestra's there. Impressive, right? I'm not exactly sure what the fourth award was for, but it could get us an invitation to play at Carnegie Hall. Pretty cool, huh? It was really exciting.

As it turns out, winning the Heritage Festival wasn't my favorite part of the trip. On Friday afternoon, I met my cousins in the park. They live about 10 minutes away, so it was an easy trip for them. They are the cutest little people in the world. The boy is two years old. His name is Eli, and he is the sweetest, most good-natured two-year-old I have ever met. His sister, Ava, is four months old. She is so tiny and cute. That was the first time I'd met her. Meeting them and their parents in Disneyland was a lot of fun. We got to go on a few rides with them before we got dinner and they had to go.

Me holding laughing Ava

Me with Eli and Ava. Aren't they adorable?

Just so everyone know's, waking up at 3 in the morning, sitting on a bus for 14 hours, and then staying up till 11 at night playing cards is fun but not smart if you're going to be walking around Disneyland the next day. I was so tired by the end of the day. That combined with the 94 degree heat and the lack of open water rides was almost unbearable. But, I managed to pul through and still have a good time.

Are you guys jealous that I got to go to Disneyland for school? I know some people who are. It's too bad for you peeps. It was awesome!

Even more Chapter 4...

Hi peeps. Did everyone have a good week? I did, mostly. I had to go to school, though, and that was exhausting (like usual). I went snowboarding at Park City Mountain Resort with my parents today. It was really fun. We saw my grandma on the mountain. That was kinda weird, but cool. I have knee problems, and boarding always makes it worse, so my knees are in a lot of pain right now. Eh, it was worth it.
In the last part of my story, Anny and Maggie got to the IFPA compound. Anny was surprised to see that the compound was underneath her school. They met Shawn in front of the school. He took them into the compound.

We kept walking, down stairs and through hallways, past loud, running groups of children and calm walking adults, until we arrived at a hallway lined with doors on either side. Shawn stopped in front on a door about halfway down the hallway. He grinned at Mom. “Ready to see your new, or not so new, home?” He pushed the door open and and stood off to one side so Mom could see inside the room. She gasped, dropping her bag, and Shawn laughed.

“We’re staying here?” Mom asked, looking at him hopefully.

“Of course,” he answered, still laughing. “Go on, go inside. Nothing’s changed.”

Mom picked up her bag and walked slowly into the room. Shawn and I

followed. She set her bag down and looked around the room. To me, it looked like a

nice hotel room. The main room was a mix of a kitchen and a living room. There was a small dining table on one side of the room, and a couch and TV on the other side. In the middle of one of the walls was two closed doors. In the opposite wall was another door. I guessed that one of the doors led to a bathroom and the others to bedrooms. The room must have meant something to Mom, however, because she started laughing as she looked around.

“You’re right. It looks exactly the same as it did the day we left. I can’t believe no one’s moved in,” she said.

“This apartment will always be your’s, Maggie. You can come back any time,”

Shawn told her.

I was confused. It was obvious my mom had stayed in this apartment before, but when, and why?

“Um, you know this room, Mom?” I asked my mother.

“Oh, Anny. This is the apartment your father and I stayed in after we were married. We both worked here, so it was helpful that we could live here. We left when Kyle was born, and I never thought I would be back here.”

More Chapter 4...

Hello, beautiful people! How is everyone this cold, wintery day? It's finally acting like February. It still doesn't look much like February, but at least there's some snow.

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My legs are so sore today. I did a kickathon at karate last night. For those of you who don't know, a kickathon is a fundraiser we do to raise money for specific people who need it. This time we were raising money for Kelly Rice, a young woman who was diagnosed with leukemia not too long ago. We did 1000 kicks in an hour and a half. It was hard and exhausting, but if the money we raised was enough for Kelly to get the treatment she need, it was worth it.

Enough about that. In the last (very short) part of my story, Anny asks Shawn what she would have to do. Shawn says she has to get some training so she will be ready to take on Dalen. He also says that she will have to stay at the IFPA compound to be safe.

When we arrived at the IFPA compound 2 hours later, I was surprised to see where we were. My mom had parked in front of my junior high, Treasure Mountain. It was also the school where my mom taught math.

“It’s here?” I asked my mom.

“Yep,” she said, laughing. “Most of the compound is under ground. There’s no way we would be able to hide it otherwise. It stretches from here to the high school.”

That also surprised me. Park City High was down the road, within walking distance of Treasure. It wasn’t that far, but it was kind of a long walk. There was even an elementary school between the two buildings. I hadn’t thought the compound would be that big.

“Come on, lets go inside. We’re supposed to meet Shawn by the front office.” Mom said, getting out of the car.

We walked inside the brick building, carrying one small suitcase each. The school looked the same as it usually did, except now it was summer and there was no one around. The only thing that seemed out of place was Shawn. He was standing outside the main office, leaning against the door.

“Ah, Farrows. You’re here. Follow me, I’ll show you to your room.” He walked down one of the hallways and stopped in front of a door. “Are you ready to enter a whole new world, little Farrow?” He swiped a key card on a scanner at the side of the door and pushed it open. He started down a flight of stairs and I followed with my mom.

“Did you really just call me little Farrow?” I asked him dryly.

“Yes, I did. Hurry up, you’re slow. I want you in your room and settled soon so you can have time for a tour before dinner. This place is big. I wouldn’t want you to get lost,” he said with a smile.

Chapter 4 continued

Hey people! How is everyone? I'm really tired right now. I had a robotics competition all day yesterday. It was exhausting but super fun. I was trying to make our robot, Dave, work. I was unsuccessful. Right when we got one part to work, another part broke. It was extremely frustrating and stressful. By the end of the day, my team was the only team that hadn't won any matches. Oh, well. It was still really fun. The funest part was when I was hanging out with the rest of my team after all the matches except the qualifying rounds were done. We were all yelling and laughing and having a good time. It makes me sad that the season is over.

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I was on a break from school this past week. It was great. At the beginning of the week, me and my friend Kimberly had a Lord of the Ring/Star Wars movie marathon at her house because she had never seen any of them before. It took us three days to watch all of them. It was so much fun. The rest of the week I was at robotics, finishing our robot and getting ready for the competition mostly by myself. I had a little help from my team and one of the high school teams, The LadyBots (thats my brother's team).

I now this part of my story is really short, but I thought it was a good place to stop, and it was too long to add to my last post. In the last post, Anny and her mother meet Shawn. Shawn explains that Anny is the only one who can defeat Dalen because her mothers magic isn't strong enough. He tells her that the only way to do it is with ancient magic. Anny agrees to do it.

“Anny, are you sure? If something goes wrong with the spell, you could be killed,” Mom said worriedly.

“I know, but I have to do this, Mom.” Turning back to face Shawn, I asked, “What do I have to do?”

“Come back to the IFPA compound with me. Your training will start tomorrow.”

“Training?” I asked, confused.

“You didn’t think we would just tell you the spell and make you go up against Dalen, did you? You wouldn’t stand a chance. Training will prepare you for what to expect.” He turned to Mom. “She’ll have to stay at the compound. She won’t be safe at home. You can stay with her if you want.”

“How long will she have to stay there?”

“Until she’s ready.”

“I don’t like it, but okay. Let us go home and grab some stuff. We’ll meet you at the

compound in a few hours,” Mom said. We got back in the car and drove home.

Fairy Wars Chapter 4

This is me writing. Yes, I handwrite
everything before I type it.

Hello, my lovelies. How is everyone? I'm glad to hear you're all doing great. I'm going pretty good too. So, I wanted to ask you all something. What do you think of my story? Do you like it? Do you not like it? I want to know what you all think of my writing. I want to make it the best it can be, and I can't do that without the input of the people who have read it. Please take this quick survey. Just so you know, what I have been posting is not the final thing. I'm still working on editing and revising it. If you have any suggestions about something I should do, please tell me. I will think about it and try to incorporate it into to story.
Lets see, what happened last time? I think that was when Anny talks to her mom about Shawn. Anny decides to help IFPA, so she tells her mom that she has to meet with Shawn. Maggie says she knows where Shawn wants to meet. Maggie also says that Anny's brother Kyle doesn't know anything about fairies and she makes Anny promise not to tell him.

Waiting until Saturday to find out more about what I would have to do was torture,

but somehow I survived. Saturday morning arrived and I thought I would explode while waiting. Finally, it was time for me and Mom to see Shawn. We got in Mom’s car and she drove us to a nearby park. Shawn was already there waiting for us. I took a good look at him. It was my first time seeing him in daylight. His curly hair was a sandy color, and his green eyes were even brighter than they had been the night before. He really was handsome.

“Millock,” Mom said, getting out of the car and walking over to Shawn. I followed. “Long time, no see.”

“Well, well. Look who it is. Maggie Farrow.” Mom embraced him. “And Anny. You came. You still couldn’t stay away, could you?” he said, flashing a grin at my.

“Watch it, Millock. That’s my daughter you’re flirting with,” Mom warned him.

“Sorry, Farrow. She looks just like you, and you know I can’t resist a pretty girl,” he said. I blushed and Shawn’s grin widened.

“She’s 15, Shawn. Leave her alone.”

“You know I can’t do that, Maggie,” he said, his grin disappearing. “I know you didn’t want her to get involved, but we need her. She’s our only hope of defeating Dalen.”

“Why am I the only one?” I asked. “ You said you would tell me more about it if I came. And, just so you know, I did not come for you.”

Shawn laughed, then quickly became serious once more. “The only way to defeat

Dalen is a very rare, ancient magic. There is a spell that, when spoken to a fairy, will

destroy them. Unfortunately, the spell will only work when spoken by a human with fairy

blood. That’s why we need you.”

“What about Mom? Why can’t she do it? She has the blood too.”

“She’s too old. Her magic isn’t as strong as yours. Human bondmates and descendants of bondmates aren’t fairies. Your magic weakens as you get older. This spell requires a tremendous amount of strength that your mom doesn’t have,” he explained. “Anny, I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

“I know, which is why I’ll do it. I can’t let the fairy kingdom get destroyed by a power hungry madman.”

More Chapter 3

Hello, my lovely peoples. How is everyone this fine day? I'm wonderful, thank you for asking. Can anyone believe that it's February? I live in Park City, Utah, in the mountains, where it is usually below freezing until at least the beginning of March. Most years, every thing is covered in snow. But not this year. There's almost no snow this year. It's sad.
In the last part of my story, Anny asks Shawn why she is the only one who can stop Dalen. He says he can't tell her anything until she agrees to do it. Shawn tells her that once she knowns the information that can destroy Dalen, she will be in danger from Dalen's assassins. Shawn gives Anny three days to decide and talk to her mom about talking to Shawn.


The next morning, I knew I had to help IFPA. I couldn’t let the fairy kingdom get destroyed by a madman. On the other hand, I didn’t know what I would have to do, or why I was the only one who could do it. But, even as my mind made up excuses, I knew that my heart was set on helping.

Shawn had told me to talk to my mother. I got out of bed and went to find her. She was in the kitchen.

“Hey, Mom. Can I talk to you about something?” I asked as I sat at the table.

“Good morning, sweetie. Of course you can.” Mom said, putting a plate of french toast on the table in front of me. It looked and smelled really good. French toast was my favorite breakfast, and I usually only got it if I made it myself.

I didn’t know what to say to her. How do you tell your mother that you talked to a strange man in your backyard in the middle of the night? I decided to just go for it, and hope my mom didn’t freak out. She did know Shawn, supposedly.

“I talked to Shawn Millock last night. He told me about the fairies and the war. He wants me to help IFPA end it. He told me to meet him somewhere at 1:30 on Saturday,” I said quickly.

Mom let out a sharp breath, her face pale. “I knew this would happen. Did he tell where to meet him?”

“No. He said you would know.”

“I do.”

There was silence for a few seconds, until I looked up from my breakfast and asked, “Why didn’t you ever tell me about this? About fairies, and the war, and Clara?”

“I didn’t want you to get involved with IFPA. Our work is dangerous. I was trying to keep you safe. I guess it’s too late for that now.” She looked at me seriously. “Kyle doesn’t know anything about this either. You can’t tell him. Promise me you won’t tell anyone,” Mom said.

“I promise.”

“Good. Now, finish eating.”