instant!” she squeaked.
“Bah!” Jasper waved his hand in the air and went back to his buggy.
“Calm yourself!” Tristen told her. “Easy now,” He slowly lowered his arms and let her feel the water.
“Ha! Ha!” Staysia put her head back and wet her hair. “I’m not afraid of the cold water. Put me down!”
“Would you like to have a sword fight once I do?” he asked.
“I’m not carrying my sword,” she answered.
“I have one for you,” Tristen said.
Staysia looked at him sideways. “You do not have a sword yourself, you do not have a sword for me.”
“No?” He gently put her down into the water. He waved his hands around in a circle on the surface of the water. Staysia watched him. The water flowed over his hands. It made a calming sound as a stream. He moved his hands apart and let the water fall back into the lake. Staysia stepped away from him.
“Who-Who are you?” She put her hands up in front of her. He laughed casually and brought the water back up into his hands. He tossed it around in his hands and formed a sword with the water. He tossed the sword to Staysia, but she waved it away from her. He held out his hand and brought the water sword back to himself.
“Sword fight?” he asked again.
“This is not funny! Who are you?” she asked, as she folded her arms across her ribcage.
“I am the son of Cove, one of the many Gods of the Sea!”
“I know who Cove is. How do I know you are telling the truth? After all, the name of Cove’s son is Dylan.”
“So quick to conclude! Dylan is my brother, my half-brother, that is.”
“I-I have never heard of you. Dylan is dead?”
“No, Dylan is not dead. My mother had a son after she moved to Peppermint Pond. It is an interesting story, Staysia. I did not know who I was. I knew I had a fascination with the sea. I knew I was different and that I could do things, things that other kids couldn’t do. I wasn’t like anyone in my family. So, I finally confronted my mother about my powers. She told me that Cove was my father. She told me that she got tired of being a Goddess. She just wanted to lead a normal life. She wanted to keep it from me for as long as she could. That way, she could keep me at home with her until she couldn’t anymore. She just wanted me to be nothing more than her son until it was time. Until she finally had to let go.”
“How could someone not want immortality?”
“He looked down at his sword. “Sword fight?” he asked again.
“Sword fight?”
“Yes, let’s have a sword fight. What is a little sword fight going to hurt?”
Staysia looked at the sword in his hand , and back up at his handsome face.
He tossed it to her and the sword fight began. They walked in a circle, staring each other down. They glared at one another until Staysia gave in and laughed.
“How do I know you didn’t make your sword better than mine so you could win?” she asked.
“You don’t!” Tristen laughed and took his first swing. Staysia watched the sword come around and dodged it just in time. She struck her sword at him. He hunched over and moaned.
“Did I hurt you? Did I really hurt you?” Staysia asked him.
“Ha! Ha!” he laughed. “Gotcha!”
“I should have known. These are only play swords! I must say, you did have me going.”
“Ha! Ha!”
The two of them continued their sword fight. They gently hit their swords together and simultaneously struck at one another.
“So really, who do you think took your unicorn?” Tristen asked her.
“Was it that obvious that I knew?”
“It was quite obvious!”
“Can I trust you?”
“Of course you can.”
“I believe she was taken by an immortal—a god—I mean, the one that has the-the tongue, the serpents tongue.”
“Ah yes, I know who you speak of. He is not just any god. He is the God of the Night, or darkness. His name is Nox. Why do you think he took her, Staysia?”
Staysia put her sword to her side. “Can I trust you?”
“Yes! After
“Bah!” Jasper waved his hand in the air and went back to his buggy.
“Calm yourself!” Tristen told her. “Easy now,” He slowly lowered his arms and let her feel the water.
“Ha! Ha!” Staysia put her head back and wet her hair. “I’m not afraid of the cold water. Put me down!”
“Would you like to have a sword fight once I do?” he asked.
“I’m not carrying my sword,” she answered.
“I have one for you,” Tristen said.
Staysia looked at him sideways. “You do not have a sword yourself, you do not have a sword for me.”
“No?” He gently put her down into the water. He waved his hands around in a circle on the surface of the water. Staysia watched him. The water flowed over his hands. It made a calming sound as a stream. He moved his hands apart and let the water fall back into the lake. Staysia stepped away from him.
“Who-Who are you?” She put her hands up in front of her. He laughed casually and brought the water back up into his hands. He tossed it around in his hands and formed a sword with the water. He tossed the sword to Staysia, but she waved it away from her. He held out his hand and brought the water sword back to himself.
“Sword fight?” he asked again.
“This is not funny! Who are you?” she asked, as she folded her arms across her ribcage.
“I am the son of Cove, one of the many Gods of the Sea!”
“I know who Cove is. How do I know you are telling the truth? After all, the name of Cove’s son is Dylan.”
“So quick to conclude! Dylan is my brother, my half-brother, that is.”
“I-I have never heard of you. Dylan is dead?”
“No, Dylan is not dead. My mother had a son after she moved to Peppermint Pond. It is an interesting story, Staysia. I did not know who I was. I knew I had a fascination with the sea. I knew I was different and that I could do things, things that other kids couldn’t do. I wasn’t like anyone in my family. So, I finally confronted my mother about my powers. She told me that Cove was my father. She told me that she got tired of being a Goddess. She just wanted to lead a normal life. She wanted to keep it from me for as long as she could. That way, she could keep me at home with her until she couldn’t anymore. She just wanted me to be nothing more than her son until it was time. Until she finally had to let go.”
“How could someone not want immortality?”
“He looked down at his sword. “Sword fight?” he asked again.
“Sword fight?”
“Yes, let’s have a sword fight. What is a little sword fight going to hurt?”
Staysia looked at the sword in his hand , and back up at his handsome face.
He tossed it to her and the sword fight began. They walked in a circle, staring each other down. They glared at one another until Staysia gave in and laughed.
“How do I know you didn’t make your sword better than mine so you could win?” she asked.
“You don’t!” Tristen laughed and took his first swing. Staysia watched the sword come around and dodged it just in time. She struck her sword at him. He hunched over and moaned.
“Did I hurt you? Did I really hurt you?” Staysia asked him.
“Ha! Ha!” he laughed. “Gotcha!”
“I should have known. These are only play swords! I must say, you did have me going.”
“Ha! Ha!”
The two of them continued their sword fight. They gently hit their swords together and simultaneously struck at one another.
“So really, who do you think took your unicorn?” Tristen asked her.
“Was it that obvious that I knew?”
“It was quite obvious!”
“Can I trust you?”
“Of course you can.”
“I believe she was taken by an immortal—a god—I mean, the one that has the-the tongue, the serpents tongue.”
“Ah yes, I know who you speak of. He is not just any god. He is the God of the Night, or darkness. His name is Nox. Why do you think he took her, Staysia?”
Staysia put her sword to her side. “Can I trust you?”
“Yes! After
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