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Sprites are Water Fairies. And Nymph are the Land Fairies.”
    “Oh,” I murmured as my hand gripped ahold of something firm finally and I pulled it out. It was the book that had appeared when my mother’s clothes had changed. It was bound in a deep brown leather, and was tied together with a golden cording that was woven through the binding and back together at the front. It was beautiful, though I had never seen it before she died.
    “Why would this have appeared in her hands when she died?” I asked him, without even looking at him. I couldn’t make myself look away from the book at all.
    “It must have been very important to her,” he answered. “It looks like an Ephemeris.”
    “It looks like a book to me,” I said, tired of him saying things that I didn’t understand.
    He ignored my sarcasm. “An Ephemeris is like a journal or diary. Most Fae don’t keep them, the written word can be damning. It makes things more real if it is written down. It becomes permanent. Usually only royals, lords and ladies, or record-takers keep an Ephemeris, though they keep them hidden under lock and key. It is very difficult for any Fae to lie, especially in the written word.”
    I tried to open the book, but the cording wouldn’t come undone. Every time I pulled on it to untie it, the cords would fasten themselves back together. I guess I needed magic for that too. I sighed.
    “So what do we do now?” I finally tore my eyes from the book. “You said you would help me find the people who killed my parents. Did you mean that?”
    “Absolutely. A Realm Guard is very good at tracking Magics. It may not be fast, but I can help you find them. The Fae who did this were not amateurs though. As soon as I entered your home, I sensed several strong Fae, but they cloaked their magic. It may not be easy to find them.”
    “Fae? You think Fairies did this to my parents?”
    “Without a doubt.”
    “So, how do we find evil Fairies?”
    “We must go home,” he answered. And finally, I understood what he meant by home . He meant the home of the fairies. A conviction filled me from my toes to the tips of my hairs. I would find my parent’s killers, and I would kill them. I would enact justice. I would avenge my parents.
    I would not cry again for them, not until I’ve killed their killers. I would be strong. I would do what was needed. I would be what was needed.
    Screw school. Screw college. Screw everything and everyone.
    “Let’s go then,” I said as I stood up.
    He smiled and nodded before leading me to the front door.
    “What may I call you?” he asked me as we walked out of the kitchen.
    “My name is…” I started, but he interrupted me.
    “You do not need to tell me your name. A name is sacred to the Fae. You only tell your name to those you trust with your life. Tell me what I can call you,” he explained.
    “What? Is it like Rumplestilskin ? If you know my name, then you have power over me?” The sarcasm tasted more acidic than I thought it would.
    “No. Not necessarily power over you. It’s just… the custom.” Vaguest-answer-in-the-world award goes to random green-eyed fairy. “It’s always better to be safe than sorry. I will tell you, okay? You can call me Alec.”
    “Okay, Alec. You can call me Lily.” Which technically wasn’t really my name. My real name was Lilkalena, but no one called me that anyway.
    “Okay then, Lily. It’s a pleasure to meet you, though I honestly wish we had met under different circumstances,” he said as he bowed his head to me.
    “Yeah, me too.” Then I bowed my head slightly, because he made me feel like I should, even though it felt pretty freakin’ weird.
    In that moment, that I was glad for this distraction called Alec, the one who could help me. Because I didn’t care about school anymore. Or any stupid homework assignments. Or those silly books, with their exciting adventures. I didn’t care about any of that anymore. My old life was over. I would forget it.