I could not wait for my mother to get home. I had so many questions and feared what would be the inevitable breaking of my mother's heart. After seeing the pain, my father's memory left upon her, I did not want to be the cause of more tears. Disappointment was another emotion that until now I had not thought of, I mean your only daughter leaving to marry a fairy? Was that not akin to your daughter running off with the circus or joining a cult? How would she explain to our family and friends? I did not want to leave that burden on her. I calmed myself down with the thought that I would have a few days to come up with a feasible story, one that no one would question or look into. Faking my own death would be out of the question, since I may be able to come back to this realm. Oh, this is so complicated; I now know why I was given seven days, even though it felt so unfair at the time.
I sat at my table listing off all of the possible stories: a sabbatical to work on my doctorate in a foreign country, I ran off with the circus may actually work, (ok that's a terrible idea.), going to India to work with a yoga master, to fine tune my skills, or she could say I went back packing in Europe. All of these could work, in each I would not have much contact with the outside world, no one would be able to find me, and my mother could feign ignorance. I think the Europe story would be perfect since it would explain why I remained so pale, the lack of contact information, and my long term absence.
I spent the day packing and getting my things ready for donating or bringing over to my mother's. She may enjoy the upgrade in furniture so I will ask before disposing of them, she may also want to sell them for money She would stand to make a rather nice profit. I could even start an account for my unborn child, should they decide to come to this world they would be provided for. In fact I may not want to get rid of this place for that reason, just rent it out and give my mother the management. For would not a bi-world training be wise? I will consult Erskine and his mother on the issue, I know so little of how things work. My thoughts strayed to Erskine and our last joining, I missed him so much. Everything about him brought joy to all of my senses. It is a feeling unlike any I have ever known. And this child was yet another expression of that joy. I could feel the energy growing stronger within me. Nothing showed except for the ivy growing as the child grew. I could only wonder what I would look like at full term. I may be as green as my love.
Finally, I knew my mother would be home, so I got in my car and packed up my courage. My steps to the door were slow and careful, I almost turned around, too afraid to face her. I put my brave face on and knocked on the door.
"Hi mom!" I grabbed her in a big hug, trying not to show my face or fear.
"Hello honey, wow you have great timing! I just got in." She pulled me away a little to look at me. "Ok what is up? You look different, a bit off, if I may be so frank. Oh well come in and sit, I missed you."
"I have missed you too, more than I can express. Mom please sit, I have some rather big news for you."
"Oh God, are you all right? Please tell me you are well."
"Yes, my health is fine, never been better in fact." at that she gave an audible sigh and her face softened. "I want to prepare you that you may not like the news though for me it is happy."
"Ok I am warned." She smiled at me, not knowing the true gravity of what was about to hit her.
"Ok I want to treat this like a band aid, I have met someone and we are very much in love."
"Ok what am I missing, how is this bad?"
"Well I am pregnant and we are to be married rather quickly." Her look of shock spoke volumes, but so did her eventual smile.
"You mean I am to be a Grammy?"
"Yes, but that was not the bad part, I am going to be leaving here, for a very long time."
"What? Where? Oh well I will just have to come and visit you."
"Well you see there's where the problem is."
"Why? Where are you going?"
"To a place most people do not know exist." All of a sudden it was as if a light bulb went off.
"I knew, I knew it was only a matter of time."
"What?"
" Stay right here, I will be right back." Uggghh where could she be going at a time like this? My head filled with so many questions. How could she possibly know? Within minutes she came back down the stairs. I could hear her footsteps throughout the house. I have always been able to. She entered the room and asked me to hold out my hands. She had placed in my hands that little silver necklace my father had given her before my birth.
"Place it around your neck and go to the mirror." I did as she asked and could not believe my eyes when I saw it begin to glow, brighter than anything I had ever seen before, even brighter than when I had seen Erskine's mother.
"What does this mean?"
"Ok now it is your turn my dear to take a seat." After a long pause she said, "You see, the man who gave me this, your father, is of the same world that you are going to, assuming that you were speaking of the fairy realm. You are as you may have figured out only part human, you have fey blood running through your veins."
"How could you have kept this from me? And no, I had no idea."
"I was not to tell you, for your own safety. I really do not know what happened to your father, but do know that his heart was always with his home. I am sure that he has always been with you looking on. I was too heartbroken, myself to go looking for him, and bid my door to the realm closed along time ago."
"Wow this certainly does explain a lot of things, I laughed. I had thought the necklace you gave me was the same one that was in the box."
"No, I had switched yours with a replica, so that the secret would be kept until the time was right."
"The time certainly is!" I laughed at the absurdity of this entire conversation. On the other hand hadn't I always known I was a bit strange? I had been able to read most people's thoughts, I have been able to see auras as long as I can remember, and even spending every day out side during the summers off from school, my skin had maintained its ghostly pallor. She took my hands in hers and said,