INICIAR SESIÓNThe gray skies of the Underworld did little to improve Mike's mood, and the occasional wail from the house made his stomach sour. Yet he sat quietly as Yuki told Amymone about how she had escaped from her tower.
"...and after we sent the Society packing, Mike forgave me for trying to kill him." Her tale done, Yuki put her hands in her lap. "And so I live in the house again. It's really weird that nobody remembers me, but I'm hoping to try and rebuild those relationships. It's frustrating, and more than a little lonely, but I'll get there."
"Wow." Amymone was sitting on the ground with her legs pulled beneath her and her chin on her knees. "That's incredible, I'm so happy that you survived."
"So what about you?" Yuki waved her hand around to indicate the Underworld. "I'm more than a little surprised to see you here. I figured you were dead."
Amymone's laugh sounded almost like a bark. "Okay, well, after you disappeared, things started getting dark around the house. For the most part, Emily was the same, only she claimed that you had gone away on an important mission. But then I heard rumors from the others about your disappearance and started to wonder if she had left you behind in the world on the other side of my tree. Granted, we couldn't help but believe her stories, but eventually some of the stuff she did spoke volumes more than the lies she fed us."
"Like what?" Mike had been quiet, allowing the two of them to catch up, but now he was curious.
"She became obsessed with unlocking the magic in the house. That was something that hadn't been an issue before. She was also becoming borderline abusive with a couple of the girls in the house, and poor Tink was constantly getting yelled at for little things. It was textbook personality disorder type stuff, and I saw the writing on the wall long before the others. A dryad can never leave her tree, so unlike Naia, I was never able to go inside the house. Well, sometimes Emily would do something on a Monday that would have everybody upset, but then by Wednesday or Thursday, they would have all forgotten about it. She found out how to tamper with memories somehow, and I suspect she was using the geas to do so."
He shook his head and sighed. "I have my theories, but they don't change what happened."
"Yeah, well, for the longest time, she claimed that she was trying to track you down." She pointed to Yuki. "Told everyone that you had been attacked or whatever. Became obsessed with some old key she found, would disappear into the Library for days. She even started perusing the books down in the Vault, and we all know that's a huge no-no, but we thought it was to help you, so nobody said anything."
"There are books in the Vault?" Mike tried to remember if he had seen some on his last trip there, but couldn't picture any.
"There are supposed to be. Dangerous ones. Anyway, she started asking me uncomfortable questions about my tree. She could use a tree to walk to another one, and had done some trick to open a portal in my tree that went somewhere new."
He nodded. "I'm familiar with this."
"Well, one day, a pair of centaurs came through from the other side. They wanted access to the greenhouse, and Emily was so freaked out by the fact that they had just come on over that she didn't ever notice that only one of them went home."
Zel. Mike thought about how the centaur had originally come to the house. It had been through Amymone's tree.
"And so she chopped it down?"
"Oh, and she was insidious about it, too. Blocked off part of the spring so Naia was stuck in the house and told everyone it was movie night. Sent Abella into the greenhouse to check on Sweet Pea because she'd been acting funny recently. Emily popped right on out and started chopping away. I couldn't even stop her. She used some sort of spell to trap me in place. Told me all about how she was going to have Tink make a lovely wardrobe out my tree while clearly out of her fucking mind."
"I'm really sorry." Mike hung his head and took a deep breath. "That must have been awful."
"Watching yourself be murdered? Yeah, it was." She shook her head, her long hair shifting along oaken shoulders. "Anyway, you don't read plenty of mystery novels without knowing what's about to go down. Long before she killed me, I actually pulled the heart wood out of my tree and hid it. Think of it like the magical core. Over time, my tree would die without it, but Emily was out there with her axe long before my leaves had even wilted."
"Is that why you're here?" Yuki asked.
"Yep. My heart wood can go dormant for almost a decade before it needs to be properly planted. I figured Emily was nearing the end of her lifespan and had my fingers crossed that a new Caretaker would arrive and find it. In the meantime, I'm stuck here, waiting to be born anew."
"Where did you hide your heart wood?" Mike asked.
Amymone smirked. "It's hard to hide something when you can't go away from your tree, and I was afraid that Emily would find out and demand to know where it was. So I gave it to the one person who would never say a word."
Mike and Yuki looked at each other, then back at her.
"Who?" Mike asked.
Amymone's grin faltered when she realized that they weren't going to guess. "Why, Sweet Pea, of course! The mandragora can't talk, and since I can talk to plants, I had her take my heart wood into the greenhouse and hide it with instructions to give it to the new Caretaker."
"Um...wait?""Before that!" He grabbed onto her arms with his hands, his thoughts now buzzing about loudly in his head."That you could lean on me.""Lean, lean, Mandragora..."On the night that the Mandragora had eaten Sarah, it had handed over a hiking staff. At the time, he had been injured, and had figured that the staff had been given to him to help him limp home.But what if it wasn't?He ran out of the office, leaving a bewildered Beth behind. In the living room, Reggie sat on the new living room table, engrossed in a game of Checkers with Jenny. The rat king looked up to watch Mike run through, allowing Jenny to shift two of her pieces unnoticed.Mike ran down the hall to the back door, then shoved the door open hard enough that the door bounced off the siding of the house, eliciting a shriek of rage from Tink, who was currently working on a new dresser for Beth."Lover?" Naia called to him with concern in her voice as he sprinted to the greenhouse.The day after he had return
"Here, let me get it." Beth walked past him to where the tea kettle was. He handed over the cup that had contained the spider, and she poured in some tea. He couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a white dress with red spots on it that hugged her stomach and butt, then flared out dramatically just under her thighs. The last week had been so busy with home repairs that he had barely seen her except at meals."Thank you." He took the cup from her and sipped it, the sweet aroma of chamomile flooding his sinuses."You're welcome." Beth sat down on the edge of the desk again. "I feel like I haven't seen you.""It's been busy," he replied. Was Beth wearing perfume? He couldn't tell if it was the chamomile or her, but he caught the occasional whiff of something pleasant. "Between fixing everything, buying new computers. That police thing where they came looking for Marco."Apparently after being reported missing, police had done a welfare check on Marco and had discovered the ramblin
"I appreciate it. I appreciate you." Her shimmering brown eyes found his. "Look, if you don't find it, I just want to let you know that I don't blame you. I don't want you to blame yourself, either. Real life isn't like books, and that's okay. Not everybody gets a happy ending.""Amymone, I—" He had no idea how he intended to finish the statement, and the dryad was now suddenly interested in the book she had been holding. How many years would she be stuck here, waiting to fade into nothingness? It was a problem with no good solution."Mike?" Yuki stood just inside the backdoor. Her head was turned away, as if hiding her face. "Can we go home?""Yeah, c'mon."He bid Amymone farewell again and escorted Yuki to the front yard where Cerberus waited. The ride home was largely silent, though between the random howls of wandering demons, he could hear the faint sound of sobbing from Yuki.Once home, Cerberus turned into their human form and followed them through the gate. A chain formed arou
Mike stood outside of the master bedroom of the Underworld home. Inside, Emily was wailing in agony, a sound that raised goosebumps all along his arms.However, his attention was on Yuki, who stood across from him drying her eyes for the fourth time in ten minutes. Cecilia hovered alongside them, her hands clasped together over the soul fragment that Sulyvahn had given her. If not for the dullahan's quick thinking, it would have been snatched up by the demons that now roamed around the Underworld in packs. After the tower had been taken down, the souls that had been trapped there by the shadow had essentially created a feeding ground for the demons. Apparently word had gotten out, and if not for Cerberus, the Underworld would be impossible for them to traverse."I'm sorry." Yuki apologized for what must have been the hundredth time. Her eyes were red from crying, and she kept wiping the tears away with the edges of her robe. "I'm trying really hard to hold it together.""I know. We've
And no matter where they went, Queztalli had assured Dana that another agreement could be made with the resident thunderbird. It was frustrating to realize all of this time that the fluctuating electrical fields inside of the greenhouse had been caused by a mythical being with territorial issues, but Quetzalli had smoothed things over between them. As long as a suitable offering was made by the centaurs, the thunderbird would give them a full day of clear skies to do their surveillance.Dana plopped down on Tick Tock, who was currently a chair. The mimic shifted slightly, allowing her to recline a bit. Lying there in wait, she stared up at the ceiling of the yurt and let her thoughts drift to Quetzalli.Ever since the night everything had gone crazy, Quetzalli had moved into Dana's room. The dragon had developed a fascination with sex, and was always eager to assist Dana after her feedings. For a bit, Dana had been concerned that Quetzalli had somehow fallen for her. Even if she wasn'
"They can't use nails," the queen informed them. "You'll need to do that part."Tink shrieked with joy and ran at the house wielding her hammer. Tools were quickly gathered up as the centaurs joined in as well, everyone helping to hammer the home back together. Up on the roof, Abella was using her thumb to shove nails into place, and Kisa ran along the edge with a small hammer of her own.The porch was rebuilt in an hour, the roof in two. Where the home had sagged, it was now shored up, and except for the lack of a paint job, it looked as good as new once more. The queen had created a forge made out of clay, and tiny creatures that looked like motes of ash now churned out glass for the windows. The yard was being tilled by gnomes and creatures that looked like flowers, all of whom were being eagerly assisted by some very excited centaurs.The sun was halfway down toward the horizon when the job was finished. The magical trees had been used up completely, and the hedge maze had been re







