Page 15 of Midlife Demigod Unexpected

“You think because I’m Hilda’s daughter, I’ll know how to stop it?” I asked.

“No, we think because you are the sixth part of the coven that the group of us together will have some sparkling change, which will make a difference,” Bianca said, waving her fingers in the air.

“The truth is,” Jane said. “We don’t know what’s going to happen. We only know the Pentacle of Time was calling us all together, so each one of us has to work on our magic powers. “

“And you’re psychic,” I asked.

“That’s right,” Jane said, smiling.

“She won’t read your mind,” Bianca and Chloe said together, laughing.

“At least this is what she tells us,” Kartika said with a grin.

I loved the warmth and feeling among the ladies, how they took everything in their stride and supported each other. I hadn’t felt this way since I’d been with my group of friends in high school, where we always knew we had each other’s back no matter what. I chewed a bit on my lower lip. I had spent a lot of my life trying to avoid the people my mother associated with. Mostly because I assumed they were supernaturals, and because they were supernaturals, I assumed they wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me, a supernatural with no magic powers.

However, this group was different in so many ways. Not only because I was now supernatural so they could accept me; it was different because these were women I could hang out with. These were my people. They were the kind of people I would like to hang out with even if we weren’t supernatural and bound together by the Pentacle of Time.

These were good people.

Even though we had all grown up separate from each other, our shared life experience was amazingly similar. It didn’t matter if they’d come from the big city or were recently single or long divorced or never had a relationship. I could totally relate to these women and everything they’d been through.

The biggest thing we shared is that we were all newly discovering our magic powers.

I guess I had a little bit of the upper hand. From what I’d heard them talk about, none of them had even known the supernatural world existed. I’d known it existed, but I’d felt excluded for so many years, like my entire life, so I wasn’t sure how to come around with being okay with it now. As I looked at the women and I looked down at the cemetery, I realized I didn’t have a choice.

These women needed my help.

As I listened to the keening wail that rose from the cemetery, I could feel the energetic chaos that was trying to explode out of it. There was only one thing to do. I had to stand with these women as best I could. I needed to learn to wield my magic a little better.

I turned to Bianca.

“I don’t think I’m going to have any of your skills,” I said.

“Not unless you can suddenly turn into some sort of an animal,” she said.

Matheus walked forward in his faun form. Growing up around supernaturals and seeing them all the time still didn’t make me think it was normal to see a faun walking in the backyard. It wasn’t like that was a normal part of my mother’s world. Yes, she had sprites who helped her in the garden, but grown men walking around with goat legs was a whole different level of weird. I looked at Bianca, who didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, if I was someone who made bets, I would say she was pretty thrilled by it.

“Well, what we know so far is her father comes from Ireland,” Bianca said. “You told us O’Halloran means stranger. We’ll assume the word stranger meant that he was a stranger here and he was Irish, so he was giving clues.”

“He could’ve made it a little bit easier. He could have left me a letter,” I smirked. “I keep coming back to the idea that my dad was Fae. Though that would put three fae in the coven.” I motioned to where the two women stood whispering.

They looked a little startled when I called them out, but Kartika nodded. “You could be Fae. Ireland is residence of the Dark Fae. They also live in Eastern Europe and in Indonesia. I don’t know if a Dark Fae would leave you a golden egg or make golden light in your hand. That’s something quite a bit different.”

“Why don’t you see if you can manipulate any of the elements?” Mae said. “That’s usually the sign of a fae of some sort. Kartika is good with rocks and water and Jane is good with the air.”

I looked at her with a question. “What exactly does ‘do something with the elements’ mean?”

“You have to close your eyes and focus on it,” Jane said. “Focus on moving the crystals or the water or the air. It’s probably best if you focus on one element at a time.”

“And I think focusing on small amounts is also a good idea,” Mae said.

“We’ll get her some samples of everything,” Bianca said, moving quickly out of the yard. A few moments later she had returned with a collection of cups. There was liquid in one, rocks in another, and one with some soil in it.

“We can make a fire,” Bianca said.

“I don’t know if a fire is exactly what I want. If fire is my element, you’d think I would’ve been able to control the fire that destroyed my pub.”

“I can’t help but think there’s something in the hops,” Jane said. “She has a love for growing things and her father left her a pub. Maybe it’s genetic from more than just her mom’s side. What if we look up Irish people who grow things?”

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