Not All Who Wander are Lost (2 page)

Chapter 2

The next morning, Crimson found herself in the dim backroom of a small shop.  Kate looked exactly the same as the last time Crimson had seen her, plump and motherly with long graying hair and sparkling eyes. Kate wrapped Crimson in a warm hug. It felt like coming home. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed her old friend.

“You’re kind of tall for an Elf, aren’t you?” Kate said, with a wry grin.

“So I’ve been told,” grumbled Crimson. Kate too? Crimson was getting really tired of people’s opinions on her height. She wasn’t that tall, at least that was what she tried to tell herself. All of her sisters were tiny and willowy, but somehow, Crimson was tall, nearly 5 feet, and her figure was rounded and curvy. In some ways, she looked almost Human. When she was a child, her sisters teased her about being a changeling. She had always shrugged it off as a joke, but years of that had made her very self conscious about it. It didn’t help that even her friends were joking about it now.

“I’m sorry,” Kate said. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, it’s just that you’ve changed so much since the last time I saw you. You’ve really grown into a beautiful woman, you know, and don’t worry about what other people think about your size, it will help you fit it here. You will barely even need a glamour. Come on, I’ll get you settled,” Kate said, picking up a large set of keys and motioning towards the door.

Crimson followed. Outside of the door, was a narrow lane. There were small shops on both sides. It was early morning, so no one was around, but there was a strange vehicle parked at the curb. Crimson was instantly intrigued. It was much larger than a carriage and there were no horses to pull it. It was a brilliant shade of red. The surface was smooth and shiny. It had four wheels and glass windows. “Is this for me?”she asked.

“Ivy said you would need a car.”

“It’s beautiful,” Crimson exclaimed. “Do all Humans use vehicles like this?”

“Cars, yes. Like this? No, not really. Ivy picked this one out for you. He thought it would suit you.”

Crimson walked around the back and noticed a small square plate on the back. It read, “BIG RED.” She chuckled to herself. Yes, Ivy’s influence was all over this.

“Well, c’mon with you,” Kate said impatiently. “I don’t have all day. Get in, I’ll drive you to your house and then you can get your bearings.” She opened a door and motioned for her Crimson to get inside.

The inside was beautiful as well, with supple black leather seats, black carpeting on the floor. Kate turned a key and the engine roared to life. It was a loud, smooth, almost purring sound. Crimson smiled. Yes, she was going to like this car.

The car moved at a pace that was much faster than Crimson was used too. It was hard to tell how far they had gone, but after only a few minutes, they pulled up a steep road between 3 small houses and parked in front of the one furthest back from the road. It was a small cottage with a porch and a large sliding front window. There was a small yard and to the west, there was a stunning view of the beach. Crimson could hear the waves rolling in the distance. She had missed the ocean. Black Thorn Forest was her home, but she had spent many years in small villages near the sea in her travels. It was one of her favorite things. She loved the sounds, the smell of the salt air, the pull of the waves.

Kate used the large set of keys to unlock the door. Crimson followed her inside. It was just the right size for her—three small rooms. Many of the furnishings were unfamiliar to her, but it was bright and cheery. Her trunks were in the bedroom and there was a crystal on a chest of drawers near the bed. She hadn’t used one in a while, but she knew that there were so many new things she needed to learn about to complete this assignment. It would come in handy.

“Your things came through yesterday. I didn’t unpack anything, but I did stock the larder for you,” Kate said from the kitchen. “You should be comfortable here. And the crystal will help you get acquainted with your surroundings. I’ll head out now and let you be. If you need anything, call in at my shop. There’s a map on the icebox.”

“Thanks. I’ll be fine,” Crimson answered. “Oh, and Kate? Do you really like it here? I mean more than home?”

“This is my home, sweetie,” Kate replied. “I’ve lived in Seaside almost a century. I’ve wandered all over the Human world, but I always come right back to this place. You are going to like it here, this I know. Welcome to Seaside, love, I’ll see you soon. ” Leaving the keys on the counter in the kitchen and giving a short wave, Kate headed out the door and down the hill to the beach. The beach was deserted so there was no one else to see the shimmer as Kate put on her pelt and disappeared into the surf.

Crimson went back into the small bedroom and sat at the bedside in front of the crystal. It was an amethyst sphere, about 8 or 9 inches across, set into a base of silver scroll work. She was surprised to see it. It was hers, but the last time she’d seen it, it had been cracked. She’d thrown it against a wall in her anger and frustration after being dismissed from her last assignment. Looking closely, she could just barely see where it had been repaired, someone had lovingly repaired the delicate surface so that only shadows of the cracks remained. She gently rubbed the base and whispered, “Visa Ivy.” The crystal began to glow softly and Ivy’s face appeared before her.

“Big Red! You made it. Good to see you. How was your trip?” Ivy inquired.

“Fine, fine. The Human world is a lot different than I remember it, though. Did you set the crystal for me?

“I did. You should be able to gather all the knowledge you need in just a few hours. Go slow, though, will you? Some things in the Human world are tricky and it might give you a screaming headache if you try to absorb it too fast.”

“I will, I promise,” Crimson said, shaking her head and smiling. “The car—that was your idea?”

“What are friends for?” Ivy answered with his usual cheeky grin. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. Keep in touch, ok?”

“Always! Toodles.” With that, the crystal went dark again.

It was time to get to work. Crimson gently rubbed the base again and whispered a long incantation. The base grew warm under her fingers and glowed softly, green this time. She closed her eyes and felt the magic start to tickle her mind bringing in all the knowledge she was going to need to fit in in this strange world. She had a lot to learn, and it was going to be a long night.

Chapter 3

Crimson woke to the sound of rain on the roof. She stretched and looked around her new bedroom. Her head was still buzzing from her long session at the crystal the night before, but it had been worth it. She had missed so much in the years since she’d visited the Human world. She was excited about most of the changes, especially her car.

She had learned that it was very special indeed. Kate wasn’t kidding when she said that not every Human had a car like it. It was an antique of sorts, the crystal had told her, and one that was coveted by collectors. It was named after, of all things, a cartoon bird, and the engine had something to do with elephants. She still wasn’t quite clear on any of that, but knew it would help her get in closer to her charge. His profession was fixing broken cars. It seemed like a strange way to earn a living to her, but supposed it wasn’t the strangest thing she had learned about her new surroundings.

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and putting her feet on the cold floor, Crimson decided it was time to start her day. According to the crystal, Humans were very fond of something called coffee in the morning. She was eager to try some. She found the bag that Kate had left for her in the cupboard and without too much trouble, had a pot brewing. Much to her delight, the smell was fantastic. She grabbed a cup and added some milk and sugar like she would with tea and sat at the table.

It was warm, smooth, and sweet. It had so much more depth that the teas she was used to drinking. She finished her cup and had another. She couldn’t think of any other beverage she had ever enjoyed more.

By her third cup, she was feeling invigorated and more than a little antsy. That’s when she remembered the warning—coffee was a type of drug that Humans sometimes used to wake up. She was hooked, but she decided it would be best to stop drinking it for now and get a better idea of how it would affect her before trying again.

It was still early morning and she had a few days to get used to her surroundings before she needed to make contact with her charge. In the bedroom, she surveyed the array of Human clothing Ivy had sent for her. It looked like mostly dresses, knitted sweaters, and a few pairs of strange pants made of a sturdy blue fabric. She decided on a warm looking sea green sweater and a pair of the pants that the crystal had called jeans. They were close fitting, but surprisingly comfortable. They were tight enough on her legs that she was able to pull her new Dragon skin boots over them.

Ivy had truly outdone himself with the boots. In addition to being her closest friend and travel advisor to the High Council, he was the best cobbler in Black Thorn Forest.  He always said it was just a hobby, but Ivy’s boots were works of art. They were leather, soft and supple, yet strong. Ivy called it Dragon Skin. She didn’t know about that, but the leather was very fine. Reaching halfway up her thigh, they would protect her legs in battle, yet still allow for ease of movement. Their only decorations, aside from the magnificent black leather, were braided cords that criss-crossed from the ankle to the knee and were fasted with polished copper buckles. The heels were made from a dark mahogany, thick for strength, and about six inches high. Despite her annoying tallness, Crimson loved to wear heels. They made her feel powerful somehow, and in a fight, could be used as a weapon.

After fastening the buckles securely, Crimson turned to admire herself in the looking glass on the door to the small bath. Satisfied with her choices, she gathered her waist length tresses and tied them back with a ribbon from the chest. She shrugged on the long black leather coat that matched the boots, tucked her dagger in her boot, and headed for the door. Almost as an afterthought, she picked up the keys Kate had left on the counter and put them in the leather bag containing everything the crystal showed a woman needed to carry with her.

The rain had slowed to little more than a mist and it looked like the day might get brighter with time. In the distance, she could see the waves breaking on the beach. A few people were down by the water, but it was mostly empty. The day was still cold, too cold, Crimson thought, for beach combing. She decided, instead, to take a drive and get the lay of the land.

Crimson climbed behind the wheel of her new favorite toy, put the key in the ignition, and started it up. The purr of the engine seemed to resonate within her body. Elves are really too small to ride horses very well and Crimson never really cared for it, preferring to walk or ride in a carriage if she couldn’t portal, but driving was a new and exciting experience. Backing out of the drive proved to be more than a little difficult, but thanks to the crystal’s driving lessons and her natural dexterity, she soon got the way of it. She drove slowly through the neighborhood until she reached the main street of the town.

It was small and quaint, a beach town. It was still early spring, so there didn’t seem to be very much going on, but Crimson suspected that it would fill with happy vacationers when the weather warmed up. Before long, she left the town and entered what looked very much like Black Thorn Forest. Everything was a startling shade of green. It was comforting that the landscape looked so much like home. Before she knew it, an hour had passed. The dense forest and scattered glimpses of the coast had given way to farmland.

She entered a small town that, based on the signs, was famous for its cheese. Interested to see how things were done in this surprisingly modern place, she stopped and took the tour at the cheese factory on the outskirts of town. It was fun watching people and blending in with the crowd.

There were gift shops selling pretty trinkets and a place to buy fresh cheese and other local fare. In her bag, she found the paper money and plastic cards that were used as currency in her new home. She purchased some cheese to take home, and a bottle of wine that the clerk assured her was excellent for Kate. She also bought a wind chime with five crystal cows that she knew Ivy would love. Her final purchase was silly, and purely for her—frilly socks and underpants with cows on them. She knew they were probably for a child, but they made her laugh and she had to have them.

Before long, Crimson grew weary of the crowds and knew it was time to set off for home. She started back the way she came and arrived back in Seaside just before lunch time. She decided to drop in on Kate and let her know how she was adjusting. It took a few wrong turns, but she was able to find her way back to Kate’s little shop. She parked the car and went inside.

Kate was behind a long glass counter filled with silver jewelry and other small items. Crimson was surprised to see some beautifully crafted weapons hanging on the back wall. She had never known Kate to be a warrior, so their presence was strange. There were two swords, hanging in an X, several other sheathed swords, and an awe-inspiring, handmade yew bow.  There were shelves on all of the available walls containing books, nick-knacks, and small framed paintings. There was also a rack of clothing—t shirts, fisherman sweaters, and various plaid items. It was perfect for the tourist trade, and Crimson was glad to see that Kate was doing so well for herself.

A young couple was engaged in conversation with Kate. The young man was asking about the swords. “Ah, my most treasured possessions, those. I have come across many fine things in all my travels, but those I treasure the most, as they were a gift of love.”

“But are they for sale?” the young man asked insistently.

“Not for any price you could afford, no. They are of my heart, and could only be purchased the same way.” Kate replied cryptically.

The young man looked confused. He shook his head and threw up his hands. “Crazy old bat,” he whispered to his companion as they left the shop.

Kate came out from behind the counter and pulled Crimson into a motherly embrace. “Good to see you, child. What brings you to my shop on this fine soft day?”

“I thought we could have lunch. I have some questions for you, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course, of course, let me lock up. I know just the place,” Kate exclaimed.

Kate led her down the street, through the mist, to a busy, brightly colored diner called Pig n’ Pancake. Crimson was amused by the cartoonish sign, but it looked inviting and the food smelled wonderful. She also caught a whiff of fresh brewed coffee. They sat in a quiet corner booth and Kate recommended that even though it was lunch time, she should order breakfast. She settled on a breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. When the food arrived, she was glad of Kate’s suggestion. It was just what she needed. She could feel her ears tingling, and she knew a hearty breakfast would help fuel the glamour that kept their pointed tips hidden.

“How can I help you, my dear?” Kate asked after they had settled into their meal.

“Well,” Crimson started. “I’ve went for a drive today and I had some time to think about how best to approach my charge, and honestly, I’m at a complete loss. I haven’t spent much time among Humans. And what little experience I have had, was in a very different time. People seem so much different here. Less serious, I suppose. Before, I would have just been up front, explained myself. People used to understand. But somehow, I don’t think I can do that here.”

Kate looked thoughtful. She didn’t answer right away, instead, she concentrated on her food for a few moments. Finally, she took Crimson’s hand. “You are very wise, young one. This world is very different from what you remember. The old ways have been lost. We are only stories here, fairytales, they call us, and silly ones at that. Humans would not know what to do with a real Fairy,” Kate mused. “They actually think Fairies are cute. Can you imagine? In any event, approaching your charge with care is very important. Do you know why you are here? Why he needs a guardian?”

“No,” Crimson replied. “I was only told that he will play a small part in a very important prophesy. But I don’t know exactly what that means.”

“Is he in danger?”

“Nothing specific was mentioned. I believe I’m here just to watch and keep him safe until he fulfills his destiny.”

“Sounds simple enough, then,” Kate said. “I would think your best plan would be to become his friend and keep him close. As for meeting him, well, you have an easy means at your disposal. That amazing car should provide a way in, but, you may have to damage it a bit.”

Crimson looked at Kate in horror. “Hurt Big Red? I don’t think I could do that!”

“Relax, I think I can help you there. We don’t have to hurt it, much, just wound it a little.” Kate said with a laugh. “Finish up, we’ll get started.”