“I’m home!” Love closed the front door behind
her and shrugged off her school backpack and coat, then she jumped in fright as
she noticed her parents standing five feet away, staring at her. “God, you
scared me,” she said, adjusting her volume.
“Hello, Love,” her mother said, a worried frown
clouding her usually perfect face.
“Hello, Love,” her dad said, looking equally
worried. “We have some news.”
“Okay,” Love said. “Give me a sec, I need to plug
in my phone; it ran out of battery.”
“This can’t wait. Let’s sit down,” her mom
said, and she motioned to the adjacent sitting room.
“Oh-kaay…” Love had no idea what this was
about, but she knew it was going to be bad from her parents’ expressions. She
sat down in the closest armchair. “Alright. What’s up?”
Her parents sat in a lounge chair opposite of
her. Her mom took a deep breath and said, “Love, honey … we’re moving.”
Love just stared at them, trying to determine
if she really heard what she thought she’d heard.
“We’re so sorry about what this will do to
you,” her dad started to say, and was joined with similar apologetic words by
her mom, until Love finally found her voice.
“We’re moving out of Woodstock?”
Her mom frowned in anticipation of dropping
possibly the most unwelcome news. “Darling, we’re moving out of the country.”
“Are you kidding me!” Love almost yelled in
happiness. “This is the best news! I hate my life here. I hate my school. And
the country currently sucks too. I’d rather be anywhere else. Anywhere!”
Her parents exchanged a look. “You hate
your life?” her mom asked.
Love shifted in her chair. “I mean, it’s not
like I hate you guys … just my
school and its stupid backwards mentality. I told the counselor I wanted to be
an engineer and he said I should try a career more geared towards women. What
the hell? And I also hate the idea that any one of my ignorant classmates could
be a potential shooter and he could just walk into a store and buy whatever
weapons he wanted, and nothing is being done about it. Oh, and I hate the
stupid soda machine that never works. High school sucks.”
“That’s all … very …” her mom started to say,
but didn’t finish.
“Awful, yeah. I know. So … moving is the best news I’ve heard all day. Where are
we going? Why are we moving?”
Love could tell her parents were ill at ease;
they were shifty-eyed and looking suspicious. They didn’t answer right away, so
she became apprehensive. After another few seconds of silence she all but
shouted, “What’s going on, guys?”
“Hold on, sweetheart,” her mom said. “This is
very difficult for us to say. We haven’t been honest with you about our …
parentage.”
“Your parentage?”
Her dad tried to explain. “Our family … which
we’ve always said were dead, they’re now really dead, and we have to go
back home to take care of … it.”
“What!” Love asked, totally confused. “Who’s
dead? Who’s not dead? Take care of what?” She flipped her hand palm up in sign
of questioning. “Can you be any more cryptic? Please explain.”
Her mom looked at her dad, then back at Love. “We’ll tell you everything. It might be very upsetting to hear,” she warned.
“I don’t care. Just tell me.”
Her mom took a deep breath. “First of all, we
are … not human. We are fae. Faeries.”
Love’s jaw dropped. No words came out, so her
mom continued. “We came from another place, the faerie world, where we lived
under the rule of our father …”
“Did you say faeries??”
“Yes. And I know it might be hard to
substantiate that claim without some form of proof, so look.”
Her parents held an open palm toward the other
and held them a few inches apart. Before Love’s very eyes, a ball of light
appeared between their hands. They held it there for a few seconds, then, with
a quick burst of light, it vanished.
Love’s jaw dropped a bit further. “What was that?”
“Our magic,” her mother said. “It works much
better back in our world.”
There was a moment of silence while Love’s
brain tried to make sense of what was happening. It sounded crazy, but it also
seemed very true. And it was … kind of exciting. Actually, really
exciting. Her favorite comic book had always been one about faeries—she had
been captivated by them for years and years. And to learn that faeries were real? That there really
was a magical faerie world … and her family was going back to it?!
Her mom looked anxious. “We know this might be
difficult for you to grasp—”
“That’s where we’re moving to? The faerie
world?” Despite her parents’ apprehension, Love could not contain the
excitement in her voice.
“Yes,” her dad answered. “We just learned that
our father passed away. He wasn’t a nice person, which is why we never wanted
to talk about him and pretended he was dead, and why we were so eager to leave
our home and live here amongst humans. But … he was the ruler of our kind back
home, and now that he's gone, we have to go back to take care of our family and
our people.”
“Your father was a ruler?” Love asked. “You
mean like … a king?”
Her dad nodded. “Yes, a king—”
“Oh my God.” They were royalty.
“—and now that he’s gone, we have to go back to
take our place in the realm,” he finished.
“So you get to be king now?” Was she going
to be a princess?
Her parents exchanged a worried look again. “Maybe,”
her dad said. “Maybe I’ll just be a prince, and Aurelia will be the queen. We
don’t know yet.”
She looked at her mom, Aurelia, who closed her eyes;
and before Love could form a question in her head, her dad spoke again. “This
might be a little disturbing to you,” he warned, “but I’ll just go ahead and
say it. Your mother and I are twins, firstborns of our royal parents, King Razel
and Queen Ashelia. We hated the royal world and our father’s tyrannical rule. We
always relied on each other for strength; we were inseparable. After our mother
passed away, our father only got worse; he forced Aurelia to marry an awful
prince of another kingdom without caring that he was a known sadist; so Aurelia
fled the night before the wedding. In his arrogance our father never expected
her breach of duty and obedience, so it was easy for her to escape. I went
looking for her and a month later found her here, in the human world. We stayed
hiding, and we never meant to go back. But as of this morning, we’re both
feeling a strong magic pulling us back home, as though something inside us has
been activated with the passing of our father. It seems we can’t escape our
blood.”
“Oh God.”
“I know this is a lot to handle, my dear,” her
mom said. “Ash and I never meant to return, and we thought it would be
extremely dangerous for you, so we never wanted to tell you. But we didn’t know
about this magic that would call us back home.”
“Oh God!!” Love didn’t know what to think. She
could handle having a tyrannous grandfather in a magical kingdom that she’d
never been told existed before … but her parents, twins? This was some
incestuous Lannister shit. Oh God. She was afraid she might puke. “You … is
this normal in the faerie world? Brother and sister … relations?” Gross.
Her parents looked at each other and
immediately started talking at the same time.
“No! It’s not like that—”
“We’re not lovers, no!”
“We love each other, but not like that.”
“We’re just best friends …”
“Wait, what?” Love was confused. “But you sleep
in the same bed,” she pointed out.
“We’ve slept in the same bed since we were
born, honey,” her mom said. “We’re like two halves of one soul, and we
sometimes joke we’re the same person in two bodies, male and female … but that
doesn’t mean we’re involved romantically.” She laughed awkwardly.
“But then … how did you have …” me, Love
trailed off and couldn’t finish her question. Because all of a sudden a lot of
little things that she’d noticed or questioned about her life, but always
mostly ignored, started popping up in her head. First and foremost was that her
parents were impossibly beautiful and she looked nothing like them. They both
had fine blond hair that matched their bright golden eyes, and yet somehow had managed
to produce a daughter with brown hair and brown eyes and average looks.
“You’re not my father?” Love asked, looking at
the man that she called her dad. She was starting to question who her real
father might be when her mom spoke.
“Our dear daughter,” Aurelia said with a deep
sigh, “Ash and I are not your birth parents.”
“Whaaat …” Love started. She took a minute to
let that sink in. So many signs pointed to it, yet it wouldn’t sink in. She was
adopted? She knew a girl who was adopted. That girl knew she was
adopted. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her parents looked very uncomfortable and took a
few moments to form an answer. Finally her mom spoke.
“We’re faeries, dear. I didn’t know what to do
when I found you. You see, your birth mother—I was hiding in this world, living
in the woods, learning to live on my own, when I heard a human shuffling
around. I could tell it was a woman, but she didn’t say a word; she left as
quickly as she came in, got in a car and drove off. I didn’t follow her; I
didn’t think much of the odd, brief visit, until some short time later I heard
a baby’s cry! I just rushed to the noise and found the most angelic thing I’d
ever seen. I picked you up and decided to keep you safe. I joined human
civilization for the first time. I stole infant formula to feed you and clothes
to dress you and keep you warm. I left my crumbly shack in the woods and moved into
an apartment in this small town. By the time Ash found me and told me I wasn’t
supposed to just keep an abandoned baby, that I should’ve taken you to
the human police, I loved you more than I could ever describe, and I couldn’t
give you up. I had named you Love.”
“So naturally I stayed here with my sister, and
we raised you together,” her dad concluded.
“So let me get this straight,” Love said.
“You’re faeries, you can do magic, you’re royalty, and we have to go
back to your faerie world for you to rule now that your father is dead?”
“Yes, Love, that is correct,” her mom said.
“But I’m just … a human someone
abandoned in the woods?”
“Well, yes; but you’re not just any human;
you’re our daughter and we love you so much—” her mother replied, not seeing
the problem here.
Love burst into tears. “That is just the worst
news ever!” And she ran up the stairs to hide in her room.
