Gillian Summers - The goblin's curse

Tavyn’s goblins were already imbued with wild magic. Once he reached his goal, would Tavyn become King of the Dark Fae?

“Herne the Hunter.” Elianard sighed. “Elia told me the tale of your journey north. If I had known it was so dangerous, I would have gone in her stead. But your thoughts about the strength of the Compendium and its use to these rogue goblins is sound. The Compendium knows you. Maybe it will try and reach out to you.” Elianard pointed at her.

Keelie thought of Sally and the prophecy of her magical cards. Her stomach knotted with tension. If those images gave her anxiety attacks, how was she going to react when she saw Tavyn face-to-face again?

“Can the Compendium warn me through a magical tarot deck?”

“It’s definitely in the realm of possibility.” Elianard tilted his head. “Have you seen such?”

“The tarot reader, Sally. Her deck started showing the same image of Tavyn, over and over.”

“Then you must find the Compendium quickly,” Elianard said grimly.

“If I find Peascod, I’ll find the Compendium,” Keelie stated. It sounded easy, like finding the clues to a mystery game. She knew the truth would be very different.

Overhead, a helicopter lowered to the ground, sending debris flying around. Elianard held his robes close as the wind whipped them. A door opened on its side and a green-clad figure jumped out and ran toward them.

“In your studies, did you notice a section that dealt with finding missing household items?” Elianard shouted, his eyes twinkling.

“Of course!” Keelie had used it to find her father’s car keys when he’d hidden them right after she’d learned to drive. “It starts with a tree branch, freely given,” she yelled over the noise of the rotors. She recalled the rest of it, too.

“Exactly,” Elianard replied. “I have the utmost confidence in you.”

“Lord Elianard, we must depart,” the elf called as he reached them. “Lord Niriel says that if you and Lady Keliel are leaving, then it must be now or never.” The elf turned his face when she looked at him. Guess he was a Niriel follower.

“I must go, Keliel. Good luck and may the Great Sylvus watch over you in your quest to vanquish the goblins.” Elianard kissed her on her forehead. “You have been one of my most promising pupils.”

Keelie choked back tears. That sounded like a goodbye forever.

Elianard hurried to the helicopter in a swirl of robes and dust.

It was up to her. First, she had to find Hrok, because she needed a branch. Then she’d find her book.

She watched as the helicopter lifted and passed low overhead. She waved to Elianard. She felt his gaze on her, and wondered if Niriel was glaring down.

The walk back down Water Sprite Lane was spooky. With no elves, the woods behind her seemed menacing, even though it held the same trees she’d become friendly with last year. Now they thought that goblins were their friends, and she couldn’t help but think that the forest might be spying on her.

Keelie trudged through the meadow. Dad had hammered into her the importance of education, and he’d been right. Although he could never have foreseen this-a situation where the fate of many depended on how well she’d done her homework.

The meadow was quiet. Keelie glanced uneasily toward the place where the goblin tree grew, but it was still just bare earth. She marched up to the aspen tree.

Hrok, I need your help.

Hrok’s face formed in the bark. Milady, I am surprised to see you. How may I help you?

I need a freely given branch.

Hrok’s eyes widened in surprise. Of course. A large branch lowered so that she could reach it. What is this for, milady?

It will help me find something I have lost. Will it hurt you?

Hrok grimaced. A little. Do it quickly.

Keelie snapped the branch, twisting to make the thin green bark release, then pulled it free from the big branch. Sorry.

She ran through the directions of the spell in her mind. One must turn in all cardinal directions, and then visualize the lost item, and the branch would direct her. She hoped it would work.

Hrok’s face vanished into the bark, then quickly returned, eyes darting wildly. Milady, I sense goblins firing at trees with flaming arrows. They carry weapons. They’re close, milady. They’re coming in from Equus Island.

Flaming arrows? Panic filled Keelie. She sent reassuring waves to Hrok. I must go into the campground and rally everyone to fight.

You were right, milady, the goblins mean to burn us. What will we do?

Green shrieks pierced Keelie’s mind. Rampant fear spread through the forest as the trees discovered the goblins meant to burn them down. Keelie nearly fell over from her telepathic connection to the traumatized trees.

Knot bounded up to her, his eyes dilated with alarm. He kept looking over his left shoulder. “Meow must go now.”

Keelie hated leaving Hrok and the other trees vulnerable to a goblin attack, but their only hope was for her to get back to the faire, rally everyone, and find the Compendium. She wasn’t about to hand it over to a goblin, though. If it had chosen her, as Elianard said, then she would use it to defend the faire and chase away the goblins.

I will return with help.

Keelie ran. Not far away she could hear the clanking of armor and the goblins horn of battle being blown loud and clearly, its strong deep sounds ringing up against the Rocky Mountains. The sun was almost touching the mountaintops to her left-the four hours had passed. Propelled by the need to warn everyone, Keelie forced herself to keep running. She remembered the image on the tarot card of the goblins attacking the village.

Ahead, she saw the Ren Faire buildings peeking through the tree line. Cars were lined up at the performers’ entrance.

What were the fools doing outside the faire?

“Get inside! We’re being attacked.”

Thomas the Glass Blower gawked at her. “What say you?”

“Goblins! Need to find Finch.”

Thomas guffawed. “You’ve been living too long at the faire-the real and the fantasy are intermingling in your mind, girl.”

“No. Goblins. Get inside the faire,” Keelie shouted.

He wrinkled his forehead. “What games are you playing?”

Keelie didn’t have time to argue with him. “You must get inside. Goblins are on the march.”

Inside the faire, shopkeepers including Sam the Potter had pulled their vehicles up to their shops, and many were loading up their merchandise and other personal belongings. Mrs. Butters was serving cold drinks outside of the tea shop.

“What are you all doing?” Keelie asked Mara.

“We’re getting the hell out of Dodge. It’s been one bad thing after another. This place is cursed.” Mara was holding her two-year old daughter, Ava. “We can’t stay, Keelie. It’s not safe. I’ve been having visions of creatures with swords. They’re here, and I’m afraid.”

Could the Compendium have been reaching out to everyone in the faire to warn them about the goblins, because that is what she wanted to do? Keelie wondered. She tightened her grip on the branch.

“My grandmama said I had the sight, that I could see fairies, but these aren’t fairies-these are monsters that are going to attack us.” Mara hugged little Ava.

Keelie didn’t know what to tell her. Some goblins, like Peascod, had the hearts and souls of monsters because they wanted power. They would kill and hurt and destroy whomever and whatever to achieve their goals-but not all goblins were like that. She blinked back tears as the image of Cricket formed in her mind. She was starting to understand how goblins were a lot like people. Some good, some rotten.

Keelie made a decision. She had to tell everyone about the goblins. Their lives could depend on that knowledge.