A mysterious young dreamer dreamed the crap out of some stuff that didn’t totally make sense because I’m intentionally withholding backstory like a massive jerk.
Some of you probably figured Things out though; my plots are not exactly deep and twisty like an atomic wedgie.
Selene wondered what it was this time; Oly always seemed to be late when Something Interesting Happened.
The spying frogs. The subliminal cloud messages. The mer-people codes.
‘Why don’t interesting things ever happen to me?’
This one time, Selene had gone down to the beach and just looked at the sand and the water and the sky and all the animals and stuff and tried really hard to see Something Interesting…
…but it all just looked really normal.
“Some people just have really big ways of seeing everything in the world, sweetie,” mommy said when Selene had admitted her failure, “don’t be sad about what other people have, or you’ll always be sad, just think about what makes you special.”
“But there’s nothing that makes me special; Oly does everything better than me.”
“See? Now that’s the envy talking; I can think of dozens of ways that you’re special, I don’t know anyone who’s as thoughtful as you are! You always do nice things for people without them asking, and you always know just the right thing to do to make someone smile; now that’s a rare gift!”
Selene could see that her mother felt very strongly about it, so she tried her best to make a nice smile, “thanks mommy, I’ll try not to listen to the envy, and I’ll try to think of things I’m good at instead of being sad about things that other people are good at.”
Mommy clearly just didn’t understand how much cooler Oly was, but Selene supposed that mommys always thought their own kids were the best, even if they weren’t.
“Sorry I’m late Mr. K!” Oly burst in, wide-eyed and vibrating with excitement.
“I uh…slept in?”
Selene felt her melancholy melt away in an instant; she could tell that this was going to be good. Maybe even better than the robot cat conspiracy!
“Well, have a seat and open your workbook to assignment number five please; we can discuss your tardiness during the break.”
Grown ups always looked really tired when talking to Oly, for some reason.
“Dude, guess what happened to me last night?” The whisper was a touch on the loud side, “I totally had a vision!”
“You mean, like, a dream?”
“Omg, no! Dreams are…well, stupid shit your brain makes up to process stuff, right? I’m telling you man, this was like…visiony!”
“Is there a problem with the assignment Oly?”
“Oh, uh, no…sorry Mr. K! Just making sure I had the right one is all; number five, right?”
“Correct; please continue in a non-disruptive fashion.”
“Daddy? What do I do on this part here?”
“Colt, son, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me ‘daddy’ while we’re in class…”
“Doh! Sorry! Mr. Daddy.”
“Man, how are we even related to that kid…”
Selene felt it would be uncharitable to answer.
“Alright, what do you mean, vision?”
Selene normally enjoyed history class, but when you’re waiting to hear a super big secret all day (okay, an hour), time really drags it’s keester!
“Shh! Do you want the frog spies to hear you?”
It was a bit weird to be shushed by the loudest person she knew, but Selene let it slide.
Besides, Oly had a plan: “Let’s go to my house, I’ll tell you there…we should be safe in the basement.”
Oly had the coolest room of any kid ever, on the lower level of Nana B’s house, just adjacent to the lair slash office…
…Nana B used to use it as a ‘fun cage’ back in her ‘dungeon days’ (which she wasn’t allowed to tell them about until they were older, said Oly’s mom).
But how awesome was it to have your very own room and very own computer, and not have to share with anyone?
“Okay, we’re all alone in the basement with zero frog spies; tell me!”
“So it was my mom and Aunty H, right? Only they looked younger…ish? Kinda, or maybe not; that part isn’t super important…anyhow!”
“And your mom was there, and she was sitting in a chair in her bath robe like she was sick or something? Like people at hospitals do; the super sick ones…cuz moms and Aunty H were talking about her like she totally was…”
“Wait, what do you mean? My mom’s not sick!”
“Right? So that’s why I think it happened in the past, which is why it’s a vision!”
The duh felt implied.
“I don’t know about that; I think if my mom had been hospital-level sick that I would probably know about it…”
“Yeah, but not if she didn’t want you to know or something because then you’d be upset, right? Anyhow…there’s more!”
“So then moms and Aunty H go off to find something in the darkness at some place…pretty sure they didn’t even know where they were going? Lulz…and then Nana B sees them leaving and gets all salty about it.”
“But Grim-Gram is there too, and she’s kind of throwing shade at Nana B, but it’s totally funny, and they said a bunch of boring stuff, BUT THEN…” Oly paused, seemingly to take a deep breath of air, but Selene was pretty sure it was actually for dramatic effect.
“Nana B said moms and Auny H had been on a magical trip to ancient Al Simhara, and they brought back a human, who I’m pretty sure was your mom, and FAIRIES!”
“Whoa! That went somewhere I totally wasn’t expecting…”
“I know, right?! I’m pretty sure I was like ‘daaaamn’…you know, even though I was sleeping and stuff…”
“But seriously Oly, how was that not just a crazy dream? I mean, it really, really sounds like a dream…”
“No dude, I’m telling you, this was so not a dream! It was all…colourless, and visiony...”
“I mean, no offense, but witches know about this kind of stuff…”
“You’re not even a witch yet though! And just cuz your parents are both magical doesn’t mean for sure that you’re magic too…”
“Look, I’m gonna let that dig slide cuz I get it, your parents are normies…and that’s cool man, normies are awesome, right? But do me a solid and at least ask your mom before you decide I’m nuts, okay?”
Selene tried not to let her feelings be hurt at the reminder that she came from a family of normal people…after all, she did sort of just insult Oly a teeny tiny little bit.
“Okay,” she agreed after a moment, “I’ll ask my mom about her being sick…but I’m not going to ask her if she’s from ancient Al Simhara; that’s just too weird.”
“Fair enough, man, fair enough.”
“So, uh, mommy…”
How did you even ask someone about a potentially serious illness?
Selene hesitated, “…this is the best salad ever!”
“Oh, well, thank you?”
“Yeah, but it’s salad,” Selene’s sister, Artemis, gave her a very pointed ‘you’re an idiot’ look, “where’s dad and the brosauce anyhow? And why don’t they have to eat salad…”
“Salad is very good for you, Artemis, and I sure hope that wasn’t a complaint about the nice dinner I made you…”
“Uh, no mom, of course not…”
“Excellent! To answer your question, Selene, your father is still up at the school grading assignments, and your brother, well…”
“…hm, I don’t really know where your brother is; hopefully still alive somewhere…”
“Yeah, right? Heh! Alive is better than dead…speaking of dead, have you ever been deathly ill before?”
Selene laughed a bit more enthusiastically than was probably normal, but dammit, smooth segues are hard, okay?
“Whoa Lena, what?”
“What the crap kind of question is that…”
“Artemis, language!” Snapped their mother before rounding on her eldest daughter, “but seriously Selene, what sort of question is that?!”
“Look, okay, I know, it’s sort of a weird thing to ask, but Oly umm…overheard her mommy and Aunty Holly talking…”
“…and, well, they were talking about how you’d been really sick and they had to help you out so you could be all healthy again?”
“And I was just really worried about you…”
“Oh!” Their mother seemed at a loss for words for a moment, “well, okay, I don’t want you to be concerned, because there’s no reason to be, but…”
“…a long time ago, before you three were born, yes, I did have a bout of…illness of a sort, and yes, your aunties did go out of their way to help me.”
“Whoa, for real? Why didn’t you tell us? Did you almost die?!”
“Don’t be dramatic Artemis,” their mother sighed, “it wasn’t as much trouble as it sounds, really, just…something I picked up travelling.”
Selene couldn’t help the prickle of gooseflesh along her neck; the prospect of Oly’s dream…er, vision, being real was oddly emboldening.
“Travelling, huh? Where did you travel from?”
“I’d rather not discuss it at the moment, sweetie; you girls clear the table please, I have to change the laundry over…make sure you rinse off all the soap this time!”
And with that, the matter was closed…
…but definitely not forgotten.
“Hey Oly…guess what?! You were right about my mommy being sick!”
“Omg no; there are no frog spies in my bedroom…”
“Yes, of course I’m sure!”
“Look, I was thinking maybe we should tell Artemis; you know how she is with all that magic stuff…”
“C’mon Oly, it’s not that I don’t think you know what you’re talking about! I mean, you live with witches…”
“…right, and definitely are one,” Selene repressed an eye roll even though her friend wasn’t there to see it, “it’s just that Artemis might have even more information on visions and things; I mean, you know how obsessed she is with supernatural stuff…”
“Well exactly, I mean, she even reads books about it for fun, like not even for school or anything!”
In the end Oly capitulated, and they agreed to meet at the most super-secret place where no adults (or frog spies) would ever think to look for them.
“Okay Colt, now what do you do if you see someone coming?”
“I say ‘hi!’ and destruct them!”
“Er…well, no, you distract them…”
“Yeah, that’s what I said!”
“Wait, what if it’s my mommy or Mr. Daddy?”
“Dude, you know you can just call him ‘daddy’, or whatever…”
“But Mr. Daddy said I have to call him a mister when we’re at school!”
“He’s not even here man.”
“Eh, I’d rather not chance it…”
“Suit yourself, bro; okay, one more time…”
“I don’t think I can do this Cousin Oly, I mean, what if I let someone get by on accident?”
“Colt, man, you’re the most paranoid little fucker I’ve met in my whole life; when Mo spilled all that rice on the carpet last semester, did you let your dad just vacuum it up?”
“That’s right! No you didn’t! And why was that?”
“B-because I was worried some pieces would get missed and they would suck up the moisture in the air and get moldy and infest the school with toxic spores?”
“You got it man, and what did you do about it?”
“I, uh, yelled a lot until he took the carpet outside and burned it…”
“You sure did, cousin; like a huge weirdo…I need you to be a huge weirdo for me right now, can you do that? Can you patrol these grounds like your allergies depended on it, and keep out any infiltrators?!”
“Yes I can Cousin Oly! I won’t let you down! No toxic spores or Mr. Daddy will get by me!”
“Or frog spies.”
“Yeah! Those too!”
“That was epic; you need to teach me how to do that…”
“It’s like witchcraft babe; either you have the magic, or you don’t, yeah?”
“Whatever, let’s take this somewhere less out in the open; Lena got me up to speed on your vision, and I think I have some information you’ll find…interesting.”
“So part fairy, eh? Wow, yeah, I could totes see that…I mean, I’ve always liked trees and dirt and stuff.”
“Fairy blood is surprisingly uncommon in witch bloodlines, and even when you do have it, Fae Gifts are still pretty rare…and Dreamwalking among the rarest!”
“Whoa…dream-walking?! You mean, I can, like, walk around in other people’s dreams and stuff?”
“Well, yeah, basically…”
“Dude; that’s intense.”
“But probably not until you’re a lot older…I mean the fact that you’re manifesting any Dreamwalker abilities as a kid is kind of weird.”
“I must be powerful as shit.”
“Actually, you were probably just exposed to a strong burst of fairy magic recently; that’s the most common reason for kids ‘showing’ early…I mean, either that, or you’re a full blooded fairy…”
“Omg! What if you’re one of the fairies from your vision Oly!”
“What…you mean, like…I’m adopted or something?”
“Hey! My moms aint’t no thiefing baby-fairy stealer!”
“But think about it! I mean, you said there was a lady fairy and two baby fairies, right? Could you have been one of the baby fairies?”
Oly got quiet for a moment; the oddity of it made Selene extremely worried.
“Wow guys…one of the baby fairies had pale hair; I mean, the vision wasn’t in colour or anything, so I can’t tell for sure…but it looked white or silver, or…”
“Aw man…my moms is a thiefing baby-fairy stealer…”
“Oh come on, we shouldn’t jump to any conclusions here you guys…did you forget about the part where I said that being exposed to a strong burst of fairy magic can trigger Fae Gifts?”
“Yeah but, you said that fairy blood in witch families is super rare, and I’d know if some fairy busted their magic all over me, right? I mean, that sounds like something I’d have noticed.”
“I don’t know…maybe? I’ve never actually seen a fairy bust anyone with their magic before; fairies aren’t really known for socializing much with other races…”
“You guys!!” *wheeze* “SOMEONE’S COMING!!”
Dun Dun Dun? Hopefully; we’ll see!
Kalvin (aka Mr. Daddy), in case you don’t remember, was the slave from Themysimra that almost got to deflower Queen Raet, and took Octavia fishing when Persephone and Khafre started going at it in the middle of Sima Mighdall.
Selene’s mom is exactly who you think she is…hopefully you think she’s the precocious wall-foundling Cassie who developed a crush on vampire prince Pili, and turned out to be the kidified version of time travelling Kendra Reina (of Reina fame).
This a house. Who lives in this house? Find out next chapter; until then…