k_a_webb | Jul. 21st, 2014

No one knew how long the magic of Athare would last. It was a problem they’d all thought about, because leaving Kalinia had been hard enough. The Green who had created the door, Bronwen didn’t know his name, said that if they’d left it a few hours later he wasn’t certain he still would have been able to open the door. As it was they had a shorter time than expected to get everyone through it, which made things even more fraught, so even thinking about having to do it all over again terrified most of the fae, while the rest were trying to work out how to make certain that they wouldn’t. Unfortunately the plans they were making, the plans she had become a part of thanks to the work she had done with Riordan, were ones that she was certain the average fae would only accept until it became real. Once it became real…

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After spending three hours talking with Riordan, and studying Emrys’ journals, Bryn had come to the conclusion that Janoch wasn’t going to cause too many problems. The other creators were still coming to terms with finding out that Emrys had been dreaming of Athare for decades, but Bryn had accepted it right from the beginning. It explained why Emrys had spent so much time alone and had become a permanent fixture in the family library. Eventually they’d got to the point where a bed had been put in there for him, even though no one could work out what he was doing. He’d spent days poring over the journals of old world creators, scribbling down notes, which amused people, because there was no chance of another Blue Queen any time soon, not after the mess that last one had made of everything. Bryn had always wondered if Emrys had known something they didn’t. He was mixed, Blue and Gold, with other families in his bloodline, so there was every possibility he might be Seeing their future.

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Sitting with Bryn was nice. I did like him, even though he believed Emrys, and I enjoyed talking with him about the plans we each had for our worlds, because we seemed to think the same way. Aubrie told me, more than once, that I shouldn’t be fraternising with the enemy. Like everyone else I ignored her. Maybe she is right about Emrys, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop talking to the other creators. They believe him – so what? We want to make the Web as safe a place as possible for our races, so I don’t see that it’s exactly a bad thing that they do believe Emrys, as what he wants to do is make the Web safe. As far as I’m concerned the only reason she’s so annoyed is Emrys trying to talk her out of putting the Witches on Raenarin. He doesn’t believe the same things she does.

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Father had always thought it important that I didn’t take his mistakes out on my brother, the way the rest of the family did. Emrys didn’t chose to be born the child of two families who believed themselves to be enemies. He didn’t ask for my entire family to treat him like he had some sort of communicable disease, that, of course, meant that the other families treated him in very much the same way. The Gold family refused to accept he existed, even though he quite obviously did, and the woman who had borne him wasn’t permitted to see him at any time, or the man she loved. Instead they were both forced into other handfastings, in an attempt to fix the damage that had been caused by their relationship. I was born a year, to the day, after Emrys, which my grandparents believed was wonderful luck, because it meant they could celebrate on my brother’s birthday without it damaging them any more, and I hated that more than I came to hate them.

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