surfer boy glamour. He gave her a sweet grin but did not make a move to enter the apartment.
“That’s Camulus; he can teleport anywhere in the world. How do you think I got here?” She plopped onto the couch and scanned the apartment, assured that it was empty but for the two of them. “He’s harmless. Let him in.”
“But…” Brisa felt her heart quicken as she refused to pull her eyes from him. “He’s one of them, Shade. He’s from Faerie, isn’t he?” She threw a fearful glance at Shade, her voice cracking as she opened the door wider, still unsure of letting in the faery.
Shade looked up at her friend, surprised at Brisa’s sudden fear of Camulus. She hopped up and next to Brisa, looking at Camulus. To Shade, he appeared like a normal human male−board shorts, spiked bleached out hair and a smooth, immaculate tan. It was looking too Californian for Shade, but she could still see his actual looks under the shield of glamour. Just as she thought that, it came to her what was wrong with Brisa.
“It’s okay Brisa; you’re seeing his actual appearance. Some faeries don’t look human. Let him in, and I’ll explain.” Camulus slipped in, and Brisa shut and locked the door almost as quickly. She turned, still wide-eyed and hesitant. Shade waved her over to the couch where she joined Shade. Camulus plopped onto a worn-down green recliner that didn’t match anything in the room. It probably was a hand-me-down. In fact, everything probably was since nothing in the room matched. It gave the room a comfy, eclectic feel.
“Since you’ve been touched by faeries and pricked by a weapon made in Faerie, you can see them now. You can see past the glamours that faeries use in the mortal world,” Camulus offered. He tried to look harmless, but ever since Brisa had her encounter with Corb, who had threatened her with death, she was not very keen on being near faeries. “You have the sight now; a most dangerous thing to have, as a human.”
So much for reassuring.
“What? What’s that supposed to mean, green man ?” Brisa grabbed a candlestick from the small side table and held it like a bat, ready to crush Camulus’ skull if need be. “Are you threatening me?”
“Brisa, put that down!” Shade stared at her friend, hoping to calm her down before she lost it. “He isn’t threatening you, he’s just warning you about it so you know.”
“Know what? Sounded like a threat to me.” Brisa pressed her lips tightly as she continued to throw dirty glares at the elven-pixie. Shade groaned but relaxed as Brisa slowly lowered her weapon. She didn’t let it go. She kept it at the ready.
“I’m sorry, Brisa. I meant no threat. You must know that if you ever see creatures of Faerie in the mortal world, you must never let them know that you can see them. They will kill you in a split second if they discover that you have the sight. I highly recommend you look away if you run into anything out of the ordinary. It will be safest for you to ignore them.”
Brisa listened intently and nodded, gulping down the knot in her throat. “Who’s they? Faeries, like you? Like Soap?”
“No, Brisa. We are more connected to humans than you’d ever believe. It’s the elemental ones, the ones of the land itself, and even the dark ones, the Unseelie creatures which roam the night and take your kind without regard. Those are the ones you must avoid, at all costs.” Camulus looked grim, but his stoic face showed just how serious he was. Brisa looked spooked but appeared to heed his warning.
Shade sighed, relieved that her friend was being sensible. “Look, I don’t mean to barge in on you like this, but I need your help, Brisa.” She slipped her hands into Brisa’s. They were warm, and it reminded Shade of so many years of holding on to her most trusted friend. Years had gone by, and they had remained closer than sisters. Shade beamed at her, tears prickling at her eyes as the memories rushed through her
Jason Erik Lundberg (editor)