Frankie (Through Time 4)

Aaibhe and Morgan LeBlanc left them for a time, requesting them to remain in her private chambers while they met with Queen Mab.

When Aaibhe returned her consort, Morgan was not with her and Frankie had imagined he had gone to Dravo.

The next and most immediate steps were quietly discussed and then Queen Aaibhe said softly, “Queen Mab and I agree that Pestale will try and use black magic to create an army of his own design. We need to prevent that from taking place.”

“How? We have no way to get to him, do we?” Frankie was ever practical.

They waited for the queen’s answer, “I cannot immediately fathom what he can possibly accomplish, imprisoned in Conglam. The inhabitants are all peace loving and he doesn’t have adequate resources to call on such an army…you are quite right, Frankie, we do not have an immediate way to get to Conglam as it is warded against our intrusion.”

“If I may, I think before we make a move, we need more information,” Queen Aaibhe’s Milesian mate offered as he shifted back into the chamber and stepped up to take her hand.

Queen Aaibhe turned to Trevor and said slowly, “We must gather information, as Morgan suggests. I need you to find Danté and Radzia and tell them what we know and ask them to do some scouting. I will inform Breslyn and Ete and we will meet later today.” She turned back to Frankie, “Your father is with Queen Mab now and I believe she has set a mission for him.”

Frankie nodded and then Trevor’s hand on her shoulder made her turn. He first admonished both her and his mate to be careful and asked them to return to the cottage and remain safely there while he went off in search of his brother, Danté.

As they took their leave of the queen, she called Frankie’s name softly and Frankie turned. She whispered, “Queen Mab is concerned about your friendship with the Dark Prince Graely, my dear.”

“She shouldn’t be,” Frankie had tried not to answer rudely but she heard the snap in her voice.

The Queen put up a fine brow and said, “I, on the other hand, trust your judgment. It would not do, however, to allow him any information regarding our plans, if only to spare accusations being thrown at him, should anything go awry.”

Frankie considered the queen with a slow smile, “Yes, my Queen.” She hesitated and asked, “Does this mean, ye like him?”

“I did not say that. Rather, I will withhold an opinion until I know more,” Aaibhe’s eyes swept warmly over Frankie’s face.

Only an hour later, Frankie paced quietly in her room as all of this played and replayed in her head.

Daylight streamed in reminding her that she had not slept a wink. Fae didn’t need to sleep but most Fae, both Daoine and Seelie, enjoy sleep. It took them away from the infinite, from the forever. It gave their minds some hours of relaxation.

Frankie did not wish any relaxation. She wanted to be at her best. She wanted to be ready. She needed to think.

She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that something dark and horrendously evil was about to happen in the Human World—the world she loved so very much. Her mother, though a Fios and able to see the Fae through the Glamour that cloaked what they were, through their invisibility, had also been human, had wanted a human life, even though Deimne could have given her so much more.

She promised her mother that she would keep her world safe. It was a sign of affection and respect and it drove her beyond the ordinary. It was a promise she had to keep—no choice but to keep.

Black—all at once everything turned black.

Explosions filled her room.

Rockets flared before her eyes. Buildings were crumbling, people bloody and maimed were screaming!

The Library—the Ancient Library with the priceless books…was burning!

What was she viewing? She shook herself free, and she was back in her pretty room.

But her mind screamed Dublin, Dublin, Dublin!

What was that? Why was someone shouting Dublin in her brain? No, not someone, she was shouting it—she had to go to Dublin and she had to go right away.

She knew whatever had entered the atmosphere meant to do great harm. Her vision during the night had shown her very little but it had shown her that. She had tried to induce another vision, but her gift was a wayward one, apparently with its own mind, and did not offer her up anything more.

She could still feel the portal--open and pulsing, waiting for the Otherworldly beings to return.

Daoine Fae…invisible and turning over cars…pulling people’s clothes, shouting in their faces—causing panic.

What the hell? It hadn’t happened yet. This was only a vision, only a vision. It hadn’t happened and but she knew it was about too…soon.

Then she felt something else as well, something underlining it all. It came like a flood sweeping all else from her mind and she knew what she had to do.