Sean Cullen - The Prince of Neither Here Nor There

Later, dozing on the ferry, he was woken by the buzz of wings. A light pressure on his shoulder heralded BLT’s arrival.

“Hey, Brendan,” BLT said softly. “Don’t let me wake you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m with you now,” she said proudly. “I’ve decided that you’re gonna be where the action is and that’s where I wanna be.” The Lesser Faerie pulled a single skittle from inside her vest and held it up to him. “To adventure!”

“Adventure?” Brendan snorted. “You haven’t been to high school, have you? It’s more like prison.”

“Eeeew!” A little girl across the aisle from Brendan pointed at his shoulder and made a face. “Look at that huge fly!”

Brendan smiled and patted BLT on the head. “She’s my friend!”

The girl buried her face in her mother’s side. The mother glared at Brendan. He laughed and turned away, looking out the window. He gasped.

“Holy…” He couldn’t believe his eyes. Seeing the city with his new Faerie Sight was a shock.

The ferry was approaching the docks. The skyline was nothing like he remembered. No, that wasn’t exactly true. The familiar buildings were there: bank towers, condos, and office buildings. There were simply more, as if another skyline had been laid overtop the one he knew. Jagged pieces stuck out of the familiar bank buildings. Towers and lights and strangely shaped buildings rose where no buildings were supposed to be. Most notably, the CN Tower, normally a long pointed stick with a bulge near the top like an olive on a toothpick, now had two bulges, a smaller one above the one he had known all his life.

There was a whole other city he had never known existed until his eyes had been opened by his initiation.

“Thanks, Dad,” Brendan said softly and he wondered if Briach Morn, on the Other Side, might hear him.

“This is so crazy!” Brendan laughed out loud.

BLT’s laughter tinkled in his ear. “Oh, my dear Prince Brendan. You have a lot to learn!”

84 Slainte is a common Irish toast meaning, as most toasts do in any language, “to your health.” The exception is the Ulikwe Tribe of Central Africa who say Ututu, which, roughly translated, means “I will strangle you in your sleep.” Needless to say, few people drink with the Ulikwe Tribe if they can avoid it.

Brendan was terrified of what his parents’ reaction would be. He expected them to be absolutely furious. He’d been rehearsing excuses for his disappearance on the walk home. BLT had tried to be helpful but she really didn’t have any experience with angry parents. Her suggestions were hardly workable: erase their minds, set a fire to distract them, etc.

So he was quite shocked when his parents weren’t angry at all. They were so delighted to see him on the doorstep that he didn’t even have to explain. They blamed themselves, sure that their revelation of his adoption had been the motivation for his running away. They didn’t care where he’d been. They were just glad to have him back.

Of course, Delia was annoyed.

“If I’d run away, you guys would have grounded me for, like, a decade,” she said sullenly.

The last time Brendan had seen Delia, Orcadia had been threatening her life. Brendan was so happy to see her safe he couldn’t help himself. He threw his arms around her and held her as she thrashed.

“Gross! What’s wrong with you? Get off me, you creep!”

But he wouldn’t let go, despite her protests. He hugged her close and smiled at his parents over her shoulder. He was home.

The next day, he went back to school. BLT rode along in his knapsack as he walked through Queen’s Park. The squirrels chirped, “Hello? Hello? Food?” Brendan tossed them some bread he’d brought along for just such an occasion. Lord Chitter’s voice shouted at his back, “What? No jam? Bring a muffin next time, you big punk!”

Brendan smiled but didn’t look back.

In homeroom, Harold and Dmitri were delighted to see him. For Brendan, the reunion was bittersweet. They didn’t mention any of their shared adventure so Brendan had to assume that his Compulsion had worked. He was relieved but a little sad that they couldn’t share his happiness. From now on, there would be a distance between him and his close friends.

“We were so worried,” Dmitri exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Harold said. He looked at Brendan strangely, and for an instant, Brendan worried that his Compulsion hadn’t worked on the chubby boy but after a second, Harold smiled, saying, “We thought you’d gone nuts like Chester.”

Brendan frowned. “What do you mean, nuts like Chester?”

“Didn’t you hear?” Harold was full of glee. “He ran off all of a sudden. He just lost it and started running. They finally picked him up outside of Niagara Falls trying to run across the bridge into New York State. All he would say is, ‘I gotta get lost! I gotta get lost!’ over and over again.”

“They have him sedated in Sick Kids Hospital,” Dmitri added. He wasn’t quite so ecstatic at Chester’s misfortune but he couldn’t help a small grin.

“If ever a guy deserved a little bad luck, it’d be Chester.” Kim’s voice cut into the conversation. “He’s a jerk.”

Kim walked into the classroom and plunked down in her customary seat without so much as a glance at Brendan’s surprised expression. Her glamours were up, but Brendan could see a ghost of her Faerie features shimmering beneath her Human facade. She dropped her knapsack at her feet, the field hockey stick poking out. Before Brendan could say anything, the bell rang to start the day.

Walking to English class, Brendan managed to get a word with Kim as Harold and Dmitri walked ahead.

“I didn’t think you’d be back,” Brendan said.

Kim shrugged. “Somebody has to keep you from hurting yourself. You’ve got a lot to learn and until you do, I’ll be watching over you. Besides,” she smiled, hauling the field hockey stick out of the knapsack and brandishing it in front of her, “All-City Championships are next month.”

Brendan laughed as they entered class.

“No weapons in the classroom please, Kim!” Mr. Greenleaf’s clear, crisp voice called out. The Faerie stood in his impeccable green suit and yellow vest at the front of the class. He had just finished writing his name on the blackboard in his elegant, flowing handwriting. He smiled at Brendan and gestured for him to take a seat. Kim rolled her eyes and replaced the stick in her bag.

Shaking his head but smiling, Brendan took his customary desk.

“I am Mr. Greenleaf,” the substitute teacher began. “I’m sure you all will be delighted to hear that Mr. Bowley will be back today. Though he won a tidy sum in the lottery, he felt it was still his duty to bring the glory of chemistry to young minds.” The announcement was greeted by a universal groan. Greenleaf laughed. “The good news, for me, is that your English teacher, Ms. Hewlett, is going to be away on maternity leave for the rest of the year so I will be replacing her as your teacher.” This announcement brought a titter of excitement from the girls and an eye roll from Kim. “I am delighted to be given this opportunity to further your education.” Greenleaf’s eyes found Brendan’s and lingered there. “Delighted.” Brendan smiled back.

“Excellent.” Greenleaf clapped his hands once. “English! The written word! Is there anything more noble or capable of transporting the heart? I think not. Let’s begin with poetry.”

Later on, in gym class, Brendan found himself standing on the sidelines as the Murderball game progressed. He had found it laughably easy to avoid the ball. All his former clumsiness was gone. He could have stayed in the game right until the end if he had wanted to but in the second round, he’d let the ball strike him. People would wonder if he suddenly changed too much. Besides, there was no real glory in winning when the game was so easy. He wasn’t a bully like Chester.