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âWhat is this?â
Robbie, returning from the bathroom with a white towel, rolled his eyes. âDo you have to question everything? It will help you forget the pain. Just drink it already.â
I sniffed experimentally, expecting hints of roses or berries or some type of sweet scent mixed in with the alcohol.
It smelled of nothing. Nothing at all.
Oh, well. I raised the glass in a silent toast. âHappy birthday to me.â
The wine filled my mouth, flooding my senses. It tasted of nothing, and everything. It tasted of twilight and mist, moonlight and frost, emptiness and longing. The room swayed, and I fell back against the couch, it was so strong. Reality blurred at the edges, wrapping me in a fuzzy haze. I felt sick and sleepy all at once.
By the time my senses cleared, Robbie was tying a bandage around my leg. I didnât remember him cleaning or dressing the wound. I felt numb and dazed, like a blanket had dropped over my thoughts, making it hard to concentrate.
âThere,â Robbie said, straightening up. âThatâs done. At least your leg wonât fall off.â His eyes swept up to mine, anxious and assessing. âHowâre you feeling, princess?â
âUn,â I said intelligently, and tried to sweep the cobwebs from my brain. There was something I wasnât remembering, something important. Why was Robbie binding my leg? Had I hurt myself somehow?
I bolted upright.
âEthan bit me!â I exclaimed, indignant and furious all over again. I turned on Robbie. âAnd you ⦠you said that wasnât Ethan at all! What were you talking about? Whatâs going on?â
âRelax, princess.â Robbie tossed the bloody towel onto the floor and plopped onto a footstool. He sighed. âI was hoping it wouldnât come to this. My fault, I suppose. I shouldnât have left you alone today.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou werenât supposed to see this, any of this,â Robbie went on, to my utter confusion. He seemed to be talking more to himself than me. âYour Sight has always been strong, that was a given. Still, I didnât expect them to go after your family, too. This changes things.â
âRob, if you donât tell me whatâs going onââ
Robbie looked at me. His eyes gleamed, impish and feral.
âTell you? Are you sure?â His voice went soft and dangerous, and goose bumps crawled up my arms. âOnce you start seeing things, you wonât be able to stop. People have gone mad with too much knowledge.â He sighed, and the menace dropped from his eyes. âI donât want that to happen to you, princess. It doesnât have to be this way, you know. I can make you forget all of this.â
âForget?â
He nodded and held up the wine bottle. âThis is mistwine.
You just had a swallow. A cup will make everything go back to normal.â He balanced the bottle on two fingers, watching it sway back and forth. âOne cup, and youâll be normal again. Your brotherâs behavior will not seem strange, and you wonât remember anything weird or scary. You know what they sayâignorance is bliss, right?â
Despite my uneasiness, I felt a slow flame of anger burning my chest. âSo, you want me to drink that ⦠that stuff, and just forget about Ethan. Just forget about my only brother. Thatâs what youâre saying.â
He raised an eyebrow. âWell, when you put it like that â¦â
The burning grew hot and furious, searing away the fear.
I clenched my fists. âOf course I wonât forget about Ethan!
Heâs my brother! Are you really that inhuman, or just stupid?â
To my surprise, a grin spread over his face. He dropped the bottle, caught it, and put it on the floor. âThe first,â he said, very softly.
That threw me. âWhat?â
âInhuman.â He was still grinning at me, the smile stretching his whole mouth so that his teeth gleamed in the fading light. âI warned you, princess. Iâm not like you. And now, neither is your brother.â
Despite the fear prickling my stomach, I leaned forward. âEthan? What do you mean? Whatâs wrong with him?â
âThat wasnât Ethan.â Robbie leaned back, crossing his arms. âThe thing that attacked you today is a changeling.â
CHAPTER FOUR
Puck
I stared at Robbie, wondering if this was another one of his stupid pranks. He sat there, observing me calmly, watching my reaction. Though he still wore a half grin, his eyes were hard and serious. He wasnât joking around.
âCh-changeling?â I finally stammered, looking at him like he was insane. âIsnât that some kind of ⦠of â¦â
âFaery,â Robbie finished for me. âA changeling is a faery offspring that has been switched with a human child. Usually, a trollâs or goblinâs, though the sidheâthe faery nobilityâhave been known to make the switch, as well. Your brother has been replaced. That thing is not Ethan, any more than I am.â
âYouâre crazy,â I whispered. If I wasnât sitting, Iâd be backing away from him toward the door. âYouâve gone off the deep end. Time to cut back on the anime, Rob. Thereâs no such thing as faeries.â
Robbie sighed. âReally? Thatâs what youâre going with? How predictable.â He leaned back and crossed his arms. âI thought better of you, princess.â
âThought better of me?â I cried, leaping off the couch.
âListen to yourself! You really expect me to believe that my brother is some kind of pixie with glitter dust and butterfly wings?â
âDonât be stupid,â Rob said mildly. âYou have no idea what youâre talking about. Youâre thinking âTinker Bell,â which is a typical human response to the word faery. The real fey arenât like that at all.â He paused a moment. âWell, except for the piskies, of course, but thatâs a different story altogether.â
I shook my head, my thoughts spinning in several directions at once. âI canât deal with this right now,â I muttered and staggered away from him. âI have to check on Ethan.â
Robbie only shrugged, leaned back against the wall, and put his hands behind his head. After one final glare at him, I rushed up the stairs and opened the door to Ethanâs bedroom.
It was a mess, a war zone of broken toys, books, and scattered clothes. I looked around for Ethan, but the room appeared empty, until I heard a faint scratching noise under his bed.
âEthan?â Kneeling down, pushing away broken action figures and snapped Tinkertoys, I peered into the space between the mattress and the floor. In the shadows, I could just make out a small lump huddled in the corner with his back to me. He was trembling.
âEthan,â I called softly. âAre you all right? Why donât you come out a second? Iâm not mad at you.â Well, that was a lie, but I was more shaken than angry. I wanted to drag Ethan downstairs and prove that he wasnât a troll or a changeling or whatever Robbie said he was.
The lump stirred a little, and Ethanâs voice drifted out of the gap. âIs the scary man still here?â he asked in a small, frightened voice. I mightâve been sympathetic, if my calf wasnât throbbing so much.
âNo,â I lied. âHeâs gone now. You can come out.â Ethan didnât move, and my irritation sparked. âEthan, this is ridiculous. Get out of there already, will you?â I stuck my head farther under the mattress and reached for him.
Ethan turned on me with a hiss, eyes burning yellow, and lunged at my arm. I jerked it back as his teeth, jaggedly pointed like a sharkâs, snapped together with a horrid clicking sound. Ethan snarled, his skin the ghastly blue of a drowned infantâs, bared teeth shining in the darkness. I shrieked, scrabbling back, Lego blocks and Tinkertoys biting into my palms. Hitting the wall, I leaped to my feet, turned, and fled the room.
And ran smack into Robbie, standing outside the door.
He grabbed my shoulders as I screamed and started hitting him, barely conscious of what I was doing. He bore the attack wordlessly, simply holding me in place, until I collapsed against him and buried my head in his chest. And he held me as I sobbed out my fear and anger.
At last, the tears stopped, leaving me drained and utterly exhausted. I sniffed and backed away, wiping my eyes on my palm, shaking. Robbie still stood there quietly, his shirt damp with my tears. The door to Ethanâs bedroom was shut, but I could hear faint thumps and cackling laughter beyond the door.
I shivered, looking up at Robbie. âEthan is really gone?â
I whispered. âHeâs not just hiding somewhere? Heâs really gone?â
Robbie nodded gravely. I looked at Ethanâs bedroom door and bit my lip. âWhere is he now?â
âProbably in Faeryland.â Stated so simply, I almost laughed from the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Ethan had been stolen by faeries and replaced with an evil doppelgänger. Faeries kidnapped my brother. I was tempted to pinch myself to see if this was a twisted dream or hallucination. Maybe I had fallen into a drunken stupor on the couch. On impulse, I bit the inside of my cheek, hard. The sharp pain and taste of blood told me this was, indeed, real.
I looked to Robbie, and his grave expression banished the last of my doubts. A sick feeling rose to my stomach, making me nauseous and afraid.
âSo.â I swallowed and forced myself to be calm. Okay, Ethan was kidnapped by faeries; I could deal with this. âWhat do we do now?â
Robbie raised one shoulder. âThatâs up to you, princess. There are human families that have raised changelings as their own, though they are usually unaware of the childâs true nature. Generally speaking, if you feed it and leave it alone, it will settle into its new home without too much trouble. Changelings make a nuisance of themselves at first, but most families adapt.â Robbie grinned, but it was an attempt at lightheartedness rather than humor. âHopefully, your folks will think heâs just going through a late terrible twos.â
âRobbie, that thing bit me, and probably made Mom slip and fall in the kitchen. Itâs more than a nuisance, itâs dangerous.â I glared at Ethanâs closed door and shuddered. âI want it gone. I want my brother back. How do we get rid of it?â
Robbie sobered. âWell, there are ways of getting rid of changelings,â he began, looking uncomfortable. âOne old method is to brew beer or cook stew in eggshells, and that will make the changeling comment on the weirdness of it. But that method was for infants whoâd been switchedâsince the baby was too young to speak, the parents knew that the impostor was a changeling and the real parents had to take it back. I donât think itâll work for someone older, like your brother.â
âGreat. Whatâs another way?â
âEr, the other way is to beat the changeling near to death, until the screams force the fey parents to return the real child. Barring that, you could stick him in the oven and cook him aliveââ
âStop.â I felt sick. âI canât do any of those things, Robbie.
I just canât. There has to be another way.â
âWell.â Rob looked hesitant and scratched the back of his neck. âThe only other way is to travel into the faery lands and take him back. Bringing the real child into the home again will force the changeling to leave. But.â He paused, as if on the verge of saying something, only to think better of it.
âBut what?â
âBut ⦠you donât know who took your brother. And without that knowledge, youâll just be walking in circles. And, if youâre wondering, walking in circles in Faeryland is a very, very bad idea.â
I narrowed my eyes. âI donât know who took him,â I agreed, staring hard at Robbie, âbut you do.â
Robbie shuffled nervously. âI have a guess.â
âWho?â
âItâs just a guess, mind you. I could be wrong. Donât go jumping to conclusions.â
âRobbie!â
He sighed. âThe Unseelie Court.â
âThe what?â
âThe Unseelie Court,â Robbie repeated. âThe Court of Mab, Queen of Air and Darkness. Sworn enemies of King Oberon and Queen Titania. Very powerful. Very nasty.â
âWait, wait, wait.â I held up my hands. âOberon? Titania? Like from A Midsummer Nightâs Dream? Arenât those just ancient myths?â
âAncient, yes,â Robbie said. âMyths, no. The faery lords are immortal. Those who have songs, ballads, and stories written about them never die. Belief, worship, imaginationâwe were born of the dreams and fears of mortals, and if we are remembered, even in some small way, we will always exist.â
âYou keep saying âwe,ââ I pointed out. âAs though youâre one of those immortal faeries. As though youâre one of them.â Robbie smiled, a proud, impish smile, and I gulped. âWho are you, anyway?â
âAh, well.â Robbie shrugged, trying to look modest and failing entirely. âIf youâve read A Midsummer Nightâs Dream, you might remember me. There was this unfortunate incident, completely unplanned, where I gave someone a donkeyâs head and made Titania fall in love with him.â
I ran through the play in my mind. Iâd read it in the seventh grade, but had forgotten most of the plot. There were so many characters, so many names to sift through, people falling in and out of love so often it was ridiculous. I remembered a few human names: Hermia, Helena, Demetrius. On the faery side, there was Oberon and Titania and â¦
âShit,â I whispered, falling back against the wall. I stared at Robbie with new eyes. âRobbie Goodfell. Robin ⦠youâre Robin Good fellow.â
Robbie grinned. âCall me Puck.â
PUCK. THE PUCK WAS STANDING in my hallway.
âNo way,â I whispered, shaking my head. This was Robbie, my closest friend. I wouldâve known if he was an ancient faery.
Wouldnât I?
Frighteningly, the more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Iâd never seen Robbieâs house, or his parents. The teachers all loved him, though he never did a lick of school-work and slept through most of the classes. And strange things happened when he was around: mice and frogs ended up in desks, or names were switched around on term papers. Though Robbie Goodfell thought these scenarios absolutely hilarious, no one ever suspected him.
âNo,â I muttered again, backing away toward my room.
âThatâs impossible. Puck is a legend, a myth. I donât believe it.â
Robbie gave me that eerie smile. âThen, princess, by all means, let me assure you.â
His arms rose from his sides, as if he might levitate into the air. From downstairs, I heard the front door creak open, and I hoped Mom and Luke werenât home yet. Yeah, Mom, Ethanâs turned into a monster and my best friend thinks heâs a faery. How was your day?
An enormous black bird swooped into the hallway. I yelped and ducked as the raven, or crow or whatever it was, made a beeline straight for Robbie and perched on his arm. They watched me, the pair of them, with glittering eyes, and Robbie smiled.
A rush of wind, and suddenly, the air was filled with screaming black birds, swooping in from the open door. I gasped and ducked as the cloud of ravens filled the hallway, their raucous cries nearly deafening me. They swirled around Robbie, a tornado of beating wings and sharp claws, tearing at him with talons and beaks. Feathers flew everywhere, and Robbie disappeared within the swirling mass. Then, as one, the birds scattered, flying out the open door as swiftly as they had come. As the last bird swooped outside, the door slammed behind it, and silence descended once more. I caught my breath and glanced at Rob.
Robbie was gone. Only a swirl of black feathers and dust motes remained in the place where heâd stood.
It was too much. I felt my sanity unravel like frayed cloth. With a choked scream, I turned and fled into my room, slamming the door behind me. Flinging myself under my bedcovers, I put the pillow over my head and shook, hoping that when I woke up, things would be normal.
My door opened, and the sound of wings fluttered into my room. I didnât want to look and pulled the covers tighter around me, willing the nightmare to end. I heard a sigh, and footsteps padded over the floor.
âWell, I tried to warn you, princess.â
I peeked out. Robbie stood there, looking down at me, a pained smile on his face. Seeing him, I felt relieved, angry, and terrified at the same time. I threw off the covers and sat up, narrowing my eyes as I stared at him. Robbie waited, hands in the pockets of his jeans, as if daring me to contradict him some more.
âYou really are Puck?â I said finally. âThe Puck? Like in the stories?â
Robbie/Puck gave a little bow. âThe one and only.â
My heart was still pounding. I took a deep breath to calm it and glared at the stranger in my room. My emotions churned; I didnât know what to feel. I settled on anger; Robbie had been my best friend for years, and he never saw fit to share his secret with me. âYou could have told me sooner,â I said, trying not to sound hurt. âI would have kept your secret.â He only smirked and raised an eyebrow, infuriating me even more. âFine. Go back to Faeryland, or wherever you come from. Arenât you supposed to be Oberonâs jester or something? Why were you hanging around me so long?â