Chapter One Hundred & Forty: Magic Dies

"Oh?" Velma said. "And who might you be?"

"I am Fern, the queen of the Fae Folk," she responded with a pleasant smile. Her eyes were a blend of purple shades fading into blue and then green. The same pattern decorated her wings beautiful and she smelled like flowers.

"I am Velma."

"I know who you are," she smiled. "You are the one meant to save us from peril to come."

"So I heard," said an exasperated Velma.

What's with all this saving, eh? She said in her mind, directing it towards the moon goddess.

"I was the one who called out to you the other day," she smiled. "I sensed your energy in Evgenikós abode while I came to visit the grave garden."

"You called out to me?"

"Yes, I did." The Faery woman circled her. "I did not expect Evgenikós let you come here so soon. Has your mission with her been fulfilled?"

"No it hasn't. It is why I must go back."

"Not so soon my dear, you have barely spent anytime here."