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The previous sequence

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The collective unconscious
The collective unconscious, according to Jung, is made up of what he called "archetypes," or primordial images. These correspond to such experiences as confronting death or choosing a mate and manifest themselves symbolically in religions, myths, fairy tales, and fantasies.

In myth, depth psychologists found material to delineate the structure, order, and dynamics of both the psychic life of individuals and the collective unconscious of society. Sigmund Freud utilized themes from older mythological structures to exemplify the conflicts and dynamics of the unconscious psychic life (in, for example, his Oedipus and Electra complexes). Carl Jung, in his psychological interpretations of the large body of myths that have been collected from cultures throughout the world, saw evidence for the existence of a collective unconscious shared by all. He developed a theory of archetypes - patterns of great impact, at once emotions and ideas - that are expressed in behavior and images.

The creation of the Mystical Realms
If you recall it was postulated, gentile reader that our collective unconscious is able to give form to a world where magical creatures actually exist. Every fantasy genre, such as that from Tolkien, or the Brothers Grimm feeds through into the collective psyche, so somewhere, even they come into being. Beings discounted as fictional become self aware, and are able to exist in their own realm. They manage to become independent of humans, so much so, that their magical powers given by fiction, fantasy and myths and archetypes, could allow them, if they so wished, to cross into our world and exist here with their magical powers.

However, you may recall that as fantasy beings form part of our culture and thereby our collective unconscious, so too does order. With all these mystical entities having to co-exist, there must be laws. To protect the world of mortals and the collective unconscious, which once gave form to these mystical realms, a special law must be required, to prohibit the deliberate interference by these entities in the affairs of mortals.

But in recent times, these beings have been distracted with affairs of their own, with a civil war of Orcs, Hobgoblins, Drow, some Troll clans clashing with Trolls loyal to the household of the Prince Low Troll, son of the murdered Lord Low Troll

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Along side him, the other inhabitants of the Mystical Realms, that the Orcs would "ethnically cleanse"

However, for many years prior, some of these beings had visited the world of mortals, our world. Some even tried to live amongst humans. They thought they had been flitting between our world and the Mystical Realms, unnoticed, except by at least one Mortal, a man by the name of Graeme Andrews, a specialist in cyber lore as well as folk lore, and one time fixer.

They were wrong, oh so very wrong.

They comings and goings had been watched, These watchers were not from any faction of the Mystical Realms, in the civil war. These watchers were humans, from the world of mortals, and now the watchers were poised to strike...

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Episode 1 - Capture


It is a truism that we are a society that is ruled by fear. We have the fear of litigation, so children are banned from playground equipment because it does not meet some European standard regardless of the fact that there have been no accidents. We have Santa Clause banned from being pulled on a trailer because of insurance rules

But most of all we have the fear of the outsider. During the cold war we feared the "reds under the beds". Children fear the monsters in the wardrobe. Parents fear that there is a paedophile behind every lamp post.

The problem is, sometimes, the danger comes not from external threats, but from the threats with in, like complacency, arrogance and over confidence. It is said that in most homicides the perpetrator is well known to the victim.

We had thought that the Mystical Realms were a big threat, but we were to be proved mistaken...



The time was getting late, well half past five, and I only had twenty minutes left on the meter. It was early December and in the street the sound of a well known Christmas carol punctuated the air.



The weather was overcast, but dry as I waited at Newcastle's Monument for the Spirit of Fidelity, Fidelity for short but Faith to everyone else. As I waited I looked around at the usual Christmas Market they held around this time of year



I was waiting for Fidelity finish work at the coffee shop where I had found her a job, since we escaped the World of WarCraft after I had caused it to shut down, trapping forever I hoped, the malicious Spirit of Lust.

I had this feeling I was being watched, but when I turned around, there was no one there. Luckily the only contact from the Mystical Realms I had had, was a box a month previous, with the location devices that the Prince Low Troll had used, last time he had visited our world. I just hoped that they were going to stay in their world, as I had resolved to stay in this one.

"Graeme" yelled a familiar voice, it was Fidelity. Finding her the job in the coffee shop, even though she was halfway between 16 and 17 had been relatively easy as the manageress had owed me a favour. She was also very helpful in getting a friend of hers to issue Fidelity with a national Insurance number, using the procedure for asylum seekers who had been granted refugee status. Well she was a refugee of sorts. Her mother had been murdered by Yagel Pen Swift the elf who supposedly had been sheltering her from the Lord Low Troll, but was a dark elf, a drow in the pay of the Spirit of Lust. If that were not bad enough,, her twin sister taken as a baby to our world, never to be seen again, and she had never known who her father was. With the death of Yagel at the Hand of the Prince Low Troll, after I had rescued her and brought her to our world, she had been kind of like a surrogate daughter.

"Graeme" she repeated, this time next to me, "Sorry I'm late, but we were putting up the decorations for this Christmas festival"
"It will be your Christmas as well now Fidelity" I told her.
She looked down at the ground, "I guess so"
"Come on" I told her, "down Gray Street, I have a surprise"

As we passed some of the stalls of the Christmas Market,



I took her to a newish BMW MINI

"I Got it today, thanks to the insurance company"

Fidelity's eye's lit up, usually we took the bus to her hostel, where she stayed

"Insurance company?" she questioned

"Yes, when you help prevent an expensive medical insurance fraud, they can be quite generous"

Fidelity and I got into the car.

"Seatbelt on Fidelity" I instructed, "Even minor spirits of virtue have to obey our traffic laws I joked"

"Yes Graeme" she said nervously

"Sorry, Fidelity, that was meant as a joke" I apologised. I had forgotten, that Fidelity had revealed that Yagel was never above using his fists, should she infract the tiniest rule. Like most abused children, she had thought it was normal.

I pulled out, and soon we were on the road up to Jesmond where her hostel was. She hated it there, but there was no way I could put her up in my apartment. It was too small for one thing and second, it would have attracted the wrong sort of attention, and third, as a fixer, who knows who might drop by. Even people from this world could be unpleasant, let alone beings from the Mystical Realms.

As we drove along, I got the impression we were being followed by a black Ford car, but then it pulled off before we reached the Jesomond turn off. Maybe I was a tad paranoid.

I dropped her off a the hostel, and as ever felt a right heel.

For some unknown reason, I waited for a while, in case that Ford car showed up, but it never did. Eventually I drove home.

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In the days of the cold war, in the Eastern Block countries, there was always the fear of the midnight knock at the door.

Well this was a phone call

At about 4:30 AM

I picked the phone up to hear an Irish voice

"Get out now, they are coming for you. Find the Spirit of Fidelity they are coming for her too" Then it hung up.

Thanks to my career as a fixer, and my involvement with the Mystical Realms, I always had a just-in-case bag, the laptop in its case and I slept fully clothed.

I got up, but had no choice but to answer the call of nature, then I was out in the hall way and out the back door in 10 minutes.

It must be the Orcs, something must be going bad in the Mystical Realms, if they were sending entities to get me, just like seven years ago when I was dragged there by the trolls.

I found my car and threw my just-in-case bag and laptop on the back seat.

I got in the car and started the engine and pulled out the locator of dimension jump orbs that the Prince Low Troll had passed on to me.

It was blank, normally it would glow orange when an entity was coming into our world, but it was blank.

Suddenly I noticed two black vans coming along one of the main roads, they were coming to our apartment block. I switched off the engine and lay across the passenger seat, trying to see what was happening.

It looked like a raid by a unit of Special Branch. What was going on and who was that voice.

I restarted the engine, and started to drive slowly away. A fast get away would attract too much attention. I held my breath as I drove past one of the vans. As soon as I got to the junction and turned, I decided to put some distance between me and the apartment.

I then remembered what the voice on the phone, and headed for the hostel.

How did they know her full identity, only three of us knew. Myself, Fidelity and the coffee shop Manageress, and she only knew about the Mystical Realms because in 2001 she was present when I returned to our world after my deportion from there.

I arrived at the hostel at about 5:15 AM and found the night porter and asked where Faith was, he just mentioned that she had taken the early bus into work as she had an early shift and did not want to bother me.

I drove to the bus stop, which was empty. I got out of the car and read the time table. It had gone ten minutes previously. Then I noticed similar vans head back towards the hostel.

I got back in the car and headed for the city, and her coffee shop, but my way was blocked by a road accident, so had to divert via Spital Tongues.

It was the longest drive of my life

What was happening?

I managed to find my way to the city centre

It was 5:45 AM

I parked and ran to the coffee shop, only to find it open and the manageress sitting dazed.

"What happened?" I demanded to know.

"It was the anti terrorism police" she whimpered "She had just changed into her uniform when they fired a taser at her without warning"

"WHAT?" I shouted in incredulity."

The manageress turned to me, still confused, "They said if they had given any warning then she would have remotely detonated a bomb"

"You know that's a lie, she is a sixteen year old girl, she is not even fully human, let alone an Al Quieda terrorist"

The manageress got up, and headed for the phone "I need to phone Trevor and ask him to cover" she said still in a state of shock.

I headed for the car, looking al the while to see if I was being followed. So far no sign.

I got into the car.

Suddenly I felt the muzzle of a 9mm automatic in the back of my neck

A voice from the back, the same one as the one on the telephone

"Drive" he said


To Be continued

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Episode II - Pursuit

It has often said that that it is nice to be wanted.

Well that depends on who wants you and why.

Sometimes they want you because they want to give you something or do something for you
Sometimes people just want you to be there, so they have someone that will hold them, a kind of emotional support.
Sometimes they want you because you can do certain things for them.
Sometimes they want you, because you have money.

All sorts of reasons, why you may be wanted, some good and some not so good for the wanted person.

The Spirit of Fidelity has wanted me to be there for her, because she had no one else, which was fine, but someone wanted her, so badly that they have gone and got special branch to take her down with a Taser, after telling them she was a dangerous terrorist. A sixteen year old child? But some may say that in Israel younger children become suicide bombers. Israel Maybe, but a city in the North East of England?

But someone also wanted me, badly enough to send in Special Branch at 4:30 in the morning, and now someone wants me so badly that they have stuck a gun in my neck and demanded that I drive.


"Did you not hear me the first time" repeated the Irish sounding voice as the 9mm handgun was pressed into my neck.

There was nothing for it, but to comply. I started the car, and moved into the morning traffic. The voice with the gun remained silent, but continued to hold the gun to my neck.

"Look this car is second hand, and the laptop is quite old" I started, pretending that this was a run of the mill car-jacking

"I am not interested in your trinkets, just drive" he replied with a hint of irritation

"Where to?" I asked.

"The city heliport and step on it"

I weaved the car through the traffic, but the various one way systems did not help As we approached a round-about. A traffic light turned red.

"Ignore it" ordered the gun toting Irish voice in the back
I went to jump the lights as instructed, but a bus came from the side road. I braked hard, and the tyres screamed as we skidded to a stop. My passenger seemed to loose his footing as he fell behind the front seat, suddenly loosing his grip on the gun, it flew through the middle of the seats, bounced off the gear stick, landing in front of the passenger seat.

I stopped the car and tried to reach down for the gun, but there was a sudden whoosh and the abductor was in the front passenger seat, holding his 9mm in my direction. He was about three and a half feet tall, dressed in dark green with what looked like a green Santa"s hat. He was a leprechaun.

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"You"re letting them get away"he screamed as he waved the gun.

I restarted the car. By now the traffic light was green, and resumed driving towards the heliport, which was situated along the north bank of the river.

"Who are they?" I asked as we drove along

"Why, the humans who have taken The Spirit of Fidelity, you moron" the leprechaun replied.

I now twigged the urgency of the matter and stepped on the accelerator, "Why did you not say so before" I yelled.

The leprechaun took this change of pace to put his seat belt on. He was now no longer pointing a gun at me.

As we raced along to the road that would take us along to the river, I got curious as to who this leprechaun was, how he found me and how did he know about Fidelity, but as this was a new car, I found myself biding my tongue and trying to concentrate on the driving.

We finally made it to the road by the river, where the heliport was. I slowed the car down "we better not draw attention to ourselves" I told the leprechaun.

"Do they know you drive this horseless carriage" he asked.

"I don"t know, I only just got it yesterday" I answered, then suddenly I realised the leprechaun had a point, "but I do not know how fast the car dealer was in registering with the DVLA"

"Well we will just have to hope that this DEE-VEE-EL-AY of yours takes it"s time" the Leprechaun retorted

As we approached the side road to the heliport, in the distance I spotted a black van, almost identical to the ones that had turned up at my apartment earlier that morning. I motioned for the leprechaun to duck down as I turned into another side road before the turning into the heliport. As we were still going at 30mph, the tyres screeched as we made the turn in second gear. "Thank goodness it was dry" I thought, or the car would have gone out of control.

Slowly I drove the car round the block, looking out for more black vans, just to be on the safe side. Both of us were silent, hardly daring to breathe.

In the distance we could hear the whir of helicopter rota blades, from one, possibly two helicopters.

As we approached nearer the heliport entrance, we saw another two black vans. Outside of the vans were what looked like five may be seven police officers, each armed with what looked like assault rifles?

I stopped the car, just out of sight. There was no way we could get past them without being shot to pieces. Then suddenly I remembered my folk lore.

"Hey Leprechaun" I said to the "Leprechaun"
"Now that"s just a plain rude way off addressing me" The leprechaun snapped back, "I do have a name you know"
"Well you never told me it when you stuck that gun in my neck" I retorted
The Leprechaun, looked thoughtful for a moment, then hit his forehead with his right hand, "so I didn"t" he uttered, then added "It"s Crandal McTuckle of Dublin"
"Dublin?" I queried "I thought you all lived in the Mystical Realms"
"Well we don"t, and we don"t have time for this, and what did you want to say"

Then I remembered what I wanted to ask, "I thought Leprechauns could turn invisible"

"Normally yes" replied Crandal, "but these humans have found a way to detect invisible creatures, why what had you in mind"

I reached over the back and from my just-in-case bag I pulled the dimension jump orb. "I thought if you could sneak past the police officers you could perhaps find the Spirit of Fidelity and jump back to the Mystical Realms"

At the sight of the orb, Crandal went white. "Put that thing away, as soon as you fire those things up, the humans are onto us like a shot, that according to my brother was how Cousin Drack was captured, and he had just arrived in this city.

"So what had you", I began to ask wondering if he had a better plan, then a throw away remark he made suddenly registered, I paused then asked "This City?" I asked, suddenly realising that this calamity that had been brought on Fidelity and I, had been the work of leprechauns crossing over to this side.

Crandal refused to look sheepish and deployed that old standby, blame a stupid relative. "Drack is an idiot; it seems he found an orb in the Mystical Realms somewhere and it took him straight to a park in this city"

At this my blood almost turned to ice, that orb must have been the one the Spirit of Lust"s orc had used to open the dimension door, just after the Guardian of Mortal Struggle had been assassinated, to fire the arrow at me.

Crandal continued, "Almost immediately after arriving through the dimension door, and like I just said, he was captured. Somehow you mortals have figured a way to track these doors as they open, any how this lead the mortals to start sweeping the city for anyone with a connection to the Mystical Realms."

Crandal thought for a moment, then added, "I also suspect that Drack may have betrayed you both if he was tortured, after all he would have known of your existence, but I do not know if he knew of the Spirit of Fidelity"

"So they stumbled across Fidelity whilst looking for me" I asked, feeling guilty now that the extra trauma Fidelity must be suffering was somehow my fault.

"Possibly not, they may have got that from the doppelganger assassin they caught in London"

"But there were two of them?"

"Yes, there were, but the mortals killed one of them"

While we were talking, I noticed a red Vauxhall car drive up to the police officers. I noticed two people in it, a man and a woman. The woman had slight red hair and was driving. The man got out and showed the police officers some ID. I wound the window down, but I could still not quite hear what they were saying, but it did seem like the man that had got out of the Vauxhall was speaking in an American accent.

The lead police officer said something to him, but I could not hear what it was.

Suddenly two helicopters, in military livery took to the sky, a Westland AW109 LUH



and a Westland Super Lynx 300



One helicopter, the AW109 LUH was obviously for taking Fidelity, and me if Crandal had not warned me of the raid prior, but the Super Lynx 300 was virtually a gun ship. Why did they need that?

"Drat" Swore Crandal and smash his fist down on the dash board. Then, helpless to do anything, we watched the two helicopters depart
"They are probably taking her to your London town, to a place they call, The Facility" Crandal added.

Then Crandal asked "Can this horseless carriage of yours take us down there?"

"Yes" I replied, "but we will need to stop for petrol some way along the journey"

"Whatever"

As there was nothing more we could do, I put the car into reverse and backed along the road, hoping we would not be noticed. As far as I could tell, we were successful, as I turned the car around in the road and head back to the main road. There was just that one black van at the entrance to the other road, but if we were heading south, we would not need to pass it.

I managed to get onto the main road, and driving in such away as not to attract attention, we made it across the Redheugh Bridge, along the A184 and onto the A1. This would be the road that would take us all the way down to London, from where we would look for The Facility. How I had no idea. I just hoped that those looking for me would waste time looking here in the north.

As we had time, I tried asking Crandal how he had found me, and how he had known of the raid, but he was evasive, not wanting to reveal all he knew. He just mentioned that the less I knew, the safer I would be. He was obviously hiding something and did not care if I knew or not. The truth was that now we needed each other.

We stopped for petrol at some services, just south of Darlington. I paid for the fuel with what cash I had on me, no sense it letting the banking system track us just yet. As I was coming back from paying, I noticed Crandal had been speaking to someone on a mobile telephone.
"Isn"t that a bit risky" I asked him
"That"s baloney" he replied, "I saw them disprove that myth about mobile phones and gas stations on a programme called Mythbusters"
As I got in the car, my response was to mention about tracking people with mobile phones, he replied that it was a cheap pay as you go, unregistered and only switched on when he needed to make a call.

"OK" I conceded then suddenly I froze for a moment as a realisation hit me, I then removed from my pocket, my own mobile phone, I had left switched on. I switched it off immediately, but was it too late?

I tried asking him, who he was calling, but he was still being evasive

I pulled out back onto the A1, if they had been tracking us, we were stuck on this road as this was the only stretch between Darlington and Leeds I knew of.

We drove down the A1 in silence, I heard a police car siren sound coming from behind, but then the police car over took us and continue on it"s way, as if we were just one other car on the road that day.

I thought I had got away with that stupid error of leaving my mobile phone on, but then, just as we passed south of Catterick, on a rural stretch of road, I had to do an emergency stop. Hovering in front of us at a height of about ten feet, was what appeared to be the Super Lynx 300 we had earlier seen escort the AW109 LUH with its main machine gun pod aimed right at us.



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Episode III - Hunted

Life can be really stressful sometimes, when things come at you from all sides. Things like bills cropping up at the same time as renewal subscriptions, and being asked to add substantial amounts to somebody"s leaving gift.

The run up to Christmas is always stressful with shopping, Christmas cards, office parties and the like. In terms of stress levels it ranks with divorce and the death of a loved one on one of those lists people incessantly publish.

So on this stress level where would you fit, failing to protect a sixteen year old minor spirit of virtue, who has taken the human form of a young girl of the same age, from some trigger happy officer with a taser, being kidnapped by a gun toting leprechaun, by the name of Crandal McTuckle of Dublin, driving like a mad thing for just over an hour in chase of a helicopter, with said minor spirit held captive, and doing an emergency stop out side Catterick, on account of being laser targeted by a Westland Super Lynx 300



Well I have never seen that on any of those lists!!


Crandal and I sat in silence as we stared at the Super Lynx, I expected Crandal was seething at me for leaving my mobile phone on. Once Special Branch had establish, to who ever they were working for, that they had missed me, they must have put their tech guys to work tracking me down. This was not Scrying in the Mystical Realms sense, where they used mirrors, crystal balls or special fountains, this was the high tech version, the same way they once tracked a US citizen in Germany who had gone off with a young teenage girl. Even when not being used, the cell phone would have been telling the various cell towers along our route that we were in its footprint. Add to that spy satellites, and I assumed that the car dealership had processed my car with the DVLA. This was the surveillance society, every bit as pernicious as the Mystical Realms form of scrying, except a protection from magic spell would not work.

"Occupants of the car" boomed a voice from a TannoyTM on the Super Lynx 300, "Switch your engine off, get out of the car and place your hands on the bonnet"

I was about to ask Crandal if he had any ideas, when the voice from the helicopter boomed out again.

"Any attempt to use magical devices or powers will result in us opening fire"

"I told you Graeme" Crandal whispered, "They can somehow detect us"

It looked like we were snookered, so I went to turn the engine off, suddenly I heard the sound of a lorry"s horn coming in the opposite direction from us. An Eddie Stobbart van was also driving South.


Where the helicopter was hovering, there was not enough clearance for the lorry. So the pilot had no choice but to break hover, climb and try and get out of the way.

"Now"s our chance, get driving" Crandal screamed.

I released the clutch and hit the accelerator and sped off south, for all the good it would do. The lorry thundered by as the helicopter had just got out of the way and flew over one of the fields. I wondered if there was any point in driving any further, as the helicopter would just make another pass now the lorry had gone by and catch us again. Helicopter gun ship versus a second hand Mini, even if it was a new model mini, no contest.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Crandal was concentrating on something, then above us in the sky, it looked like a dimension door was opening up.

"Catch up with that lorry" Yelled Crandal,

Suddenly out of the dimension door, three red dragons flew out, each belching fire, and each moving towards the helicopter.

I could not see what was going on as I was trying to draw up to the lorry, but, in the distance I could hear the helicopter firing off it"s ordinance at the dragons. After about three minutes, I managed to get up to the lorry and enter it"s slip stream. If nothing else I would at least save on fuel. I had seen this on that Mythbusters show Crandal had mentioned as well. Hopefully the helicopter would not risk an encounter with the lorry, unless it decided to fly up behind us and take us out.

Crandal was in rapt concentration, then after about ten minute he broke out of it.

"That was lucky that was" he uttered.

"Did you arrange the lorry", I asked

"Oh no, that was just serendipitous" he replied

"So you summoned the dragons then" I ventured.

"There were no dragons Graeme" he answered, winking his right eye. He then went on to explain that as soon as the helicopter had broken hover, and what ever magic detector they had was no longer on him, like all leprechauns he created the illusion of dragons coming out of a dimension door. In fact there had not even been a dimension door. He had got the illusions to force the helicopter to do an emergency landing. It would be a while before it could get airborne and as dragons were magical anyway, how could their detectors discern the real thing from the illusion. What was clear, as we were driving south, towards London and this facility, he mentioned, where they were taking Fidelity.

We were able to drive down to near Allerton Mauleverer where the A59 intersected the A1 when the lorry we were shadowing turned off for York.

Once again we were on our own, and hopefully, with both our mobile phones switched off, less traceable. The question though, was, would whoever was running this show trust the local traffic police to stop us, just as they had put their trust in Special Branch.

By now it was mid morning and there was lots more traffic on the road, hopefully we could hide in plain sight as just another car travelling to London. I switched on the car radio, and manually tuned it to one of the police frequencies, it was probably illegal, but for reasons unknown Crandal and I were being hunted by somebody.

The only people that could get Special Branch to do their bidding, organise a military airlift by helicopter, of for all intents and purposes a sixteen year old girl, gain access to cell phone towers and send out a gunship after us, had to be some secret government agency. I was not even sure it was British, especially seeing to the two people who had driven right up to the heliport. At least one person there was American. He had been wearing a long grey coat and sporting a close haircut. I could not identify the woman in the car, save for the fact she had slightly reddish hair, possibly a secretary? Maybe this was a CIA operation or even NSA, though how they got Special branch to do their bidding was a mystery.

From the A59 turn off it would in theory be a three and a half hour drive to London, but who knows who would be hunting us? More helicopter gun ships, unmarked police cars, marked police cars. One thing was certain, I had to make sure I drove in such a way as to blend in with other traffic. Even though Crandal wanted me to step on it, and even though I wanted to step on it and try somehow to save Fidelity, we could not risk capture. Who knows what they would do to us as well.

At junction 35 of the A1 we left the A1 and turned onto the M18 to get onto the M1, all the time, listening to the radio for either police bands or the news reports. So far nothing. If the general police was looking for us, the organisation hunting us could have issued a D Notice (known since 1993 as a DA-Notice) there was no way to tell.

Crandal continued to be evasive, when I asked him about why they were after us and how he had known of Fidelity, but he had the gun, and had warned me of the Special Branch raid, so I was forced to trust this leprechaun from Dublin.

We followed the M1 down passed Nottingham, still no pursuers and more evasive answers from Crandal. It was obviously pointless trying to wring anything out of him.

Due to the call of nature, we had to break our journey at Leicester Forest East services. We had to, but it did not feel right, who knew what was going through Fidelity"s mind, as she had suffered so much already. I just hoped that they were keeping her sedated.

What did they want with her? " her true powers not that great, all she could do is deflect the occasional energy blast from a major spirit of Vice or empathically influence people to remain faithful to a partner, place or cause or whatever

Crandal appeared to everyone as if he was a man with Dwarfism, it was quite a clever way of hiding in plain sight, very Edgar Allan Poe. There was the odd stare, but mostly people just walked around him, it was fascinating to watch. We found the men"s room, and after making use of the facility, Crandal suggested I grab us something from one of the eateries; his personal preference was a burger and fries. Burger and Fries? " A leprechaun from the Mystical Realms, now living in Dublin, one of the most cultured cities in the Republic of Ireland, and he goes for burger and fries, oh and I almost forgot, a Pepsi Max.

Just before I went to collect the food, I found one of the few remaining pay phones left, most people had mobile phones, but after the incident earlier with the helicopter, I did not want to risk them tracking me through mine again. I fed the phone with what acceptable coins I had and rang the coffee shop where Fidelity had worked, hoping to get the Manageress. I got Trevor. I asked for the manageress, and Trevor passed me across.

The manageress was still quite shocked at how Special Branch had fired a taser at a 16 year old girl with out warning, but was a bit more lucid. She was glad I was asking after her, and then added that two Americans had been round asking about me, and Fidelity. They were accompanied by two plain clothes officers. She had told them that I was just a customer, and that I had rescued Fidelity from a bar fight in which her abusive guardian had been killed, basically the truth, in case they had some way of detecting lies. The Americans had told her that I was being pursued on unspecified terrorist charges. At least the manageress had the sense to realise that was a lie. My coins ran out, so I said my goodbyes and hung up, then went to get the food order.

Burger and fries with Pepsi max for two, that would kep things simple.

When I returned to the car, I saw Crandal on his mobile talking to someone. He looked at me, spoke some more then hung up. As I got in the car he pre-empted my reprimand by telling me how his mobile could not be traced as easily as mine had, then said he had arranged for us to meet someone in Luton, near the airport.

As I drove down, what the coffee shop manageress weighed heavily on my mind, there was nothing on the news stations, yet she had been told I was being sought in relation to unspecified terrorist charges, by two American agents. Visions of Extraordinary Rendition and being shipped to Camp X-Ray in Cuba went through my mind.

Finally we arrived at the address Crandal mentioned, I parked the car in a hotel car park in Luton. Crandal went in ahead of me.

As I approached the door of the hotel, Crandal came to the door, looking very defensive.

"Now you are going to be very shocked, but you really need to trust me on this" he told me.

For a moment I could not understand what he was going on about, but then as I entered, there were the two Americans we had been trying to evade. The man in the long trench coat shirt and tie, with grey hair, and the woman, just a foot shorter, with red auburn hair were here, and Crandal had lead me right to them.

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Episode IV - Monsters

Have you ever heard anyone say "Trust Me"?
Did you ever trust them?
Usually my experience has taught me a certain golden rule, "Never trust anyone who says Trust Me"
Since being carjacked by a gun toting leprechaun called Crandal McTuckle, the pair of us have been trying to catch up with The Spirit of Fidelity, a minor spirit of virtue, who has been seized by some government organisation, with possible American links, on the pretext of being a terrorist. Now this leprechaun has been evasive about how he knew of Fidelity and I, and has been mysteriously phoning someone on his mobile. Now he has come up with the classic variant of "Trust me", with the ever popular, "you really need to trust me on this"
Yeah right
This leprechaun has just diverted us from trying to find where they have taken Fidelity in London, to a hotel near Luton Airport, where he has obviously handed me over to the two lead Americans in this hunt"




"You lying little leprechaun" I yelled at Crandal as I saw the two American officers looking at me, "I hope you enjoy your thirty pieces of silver" I added. If I ran now, would they catch me I wondered. I had not seen any of the black vans I had seen up north, but they may have been hidden out of the way.

"I know you are angry" started Crandal, but I was having none of it, as I saw red. I wanted nothing more than to clasp my fingers around his throat and squeeze the life out of him. As I went to grab him, he moved at the characteristic speed of a leprechaun, and I tripped over something and fell on my face.

At this the male American officer, well I assume it was him, to the opportunity to lock my right arm in a half Nelson and make his arrest.

"Mr Andrews" the man said "we just want to talk with you and Mr McTuckle"

The American woman bent down to look at me, "Mr Andrews, if you want to see Faith, you need to trust us, we are on your side"

It was clear that all three were in on this, it was pointless struggling, so I reluctantly nodded. The American man helped me to my feet, and escorted me further into the hotel and to the hotel"s bar. I was still inwardly seething at that traitor, Crandal. He had already found a table in the corner and was beckoning us to sit down.

I was placed by the wall, as the American man hemmed me in, and the American woman sat opposite him, hemming in Crandal. A waitress came over asking if we wanted to order drinks, The American Woman shook her head, but Crandal put two gold coins on the table and requested a pint of the cask conditioned ale they were advertising. The American man just asked for a mineral water.

Fidelity was kidnapped, Crandal had betrayed me, and now they were ordering drinks! The whole thing seemed surreal.

"Coffee please" I requested. At least it would be a hot drink to throw at Crandal, but then his lightning reflexes would make him dodge it, it was just a passing thought

The waitress went away to fill in the drinks order, so I decided to get my point across first. "I am not a terrorist, either is Faith, so why are you saying we are? I had wanted to use much stronger language, but over the years, both here in the world of Mortals and in the Mystical Realms, strong language often proved counter productive. I had remembered an old hand advising me once that when ever he was stopped by the traffic cops he was always "Yes sir No sir three bags full sir" Besides I had already given vent to my rage by lashing out at Crandal and where had that got me.

"We know that" Said the American woman, "we were ordered to use that cover story as the real reason seems too fantastic even for my partner here"

The American man decided to pick up the conversation thread, keeping his voice low, so as not to draw attention from the other guests in the hotel. "We know you are a normal guy, but were were informed that the teenager that was picked up this morning is an inter-dimensional entity in human form"
"Well that is what they have alleged" the American woman interjected, "We still have not got conclusive proof that she is not just a normal teenage girl"
"We were asked to pick you up for questioning" The American man continued "as they considered they you had been giving comfort and aid to an enemy". At the expression comfort and aid, the man mad the classic quotes sign with his fingers.

The waitress arrived with the drinks, and Crandal"s eye"s lit up. I had almost forgot my folklore, Leprechauns adore ale. My coffee was in a very small cup, with a very small pack of biscuits, with a small pot of cream. I decided Crandal was not worth wasting this coffee, or even the futile attempt to douse him with it. The American presented the waitress with a ten pound note and motioned for Crandal to put his coins away. The drinks were on him.

"Enemy?" I asked incredulously, "How can a sixteen year old girl, trying to scrape the rent for her hostel place, be considered an enemy of the state"
"I thought you were paying her rent Mr Andrews" The woman interjected, "That was what the hostel manager had told us. You had been secretly paying her rent each time you collected her from work and escorted her to the hostel"

I was stunned by the fact that they had found out. Even Fidelity had not know this, when I had rescued her the first time from the collapsing cyber-world of the World of War-Craft, all she had were the clothed she stood up in. I had secretly made the deal that I would pay her rent, and the money Fidelity had paid the hostel from her meagre wages, was passed back to me so they could be used to buy her better clothes, even if they were from the charity shops. Well that had been the plan, but somehow I had not found the time to get them.

Suddenly I remember where I was after zoning out for a moment
"So I helped her out when I could, how does that make her an enemy of the state"

At this, the man pulled a number of photos from a bag he had been carrying. There were crime scene photographs of the two police officers that had been slain by the Doppelganger assassins three months earlier, and then the crime scene photographs of the murdered Romany woman that had tried to pass on a warning from Atropos, the eldest of the three Greek fates. Clotho, Lachesis being the other two, and then a photo of the female barista at the coffee shop in Brixton.
"These four people" the American man explained, "Were murdered by two inter-dimensional entities, or as we call them for short I-D-E's"
The American man then pulled out a photo of a tall, elfin, grey-skinned humanoid, sitting in some kind of prison cell

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"This creature", the American man went on, "along with it's accomplice were the perpetrators of that crime and required a special task force to take them down in London at a place called the Isle of Dogs. One was captured, but the officer in charge of the task force had to shoot the other one dead when it threw one of his men into the marina as if he was just a soda can."

"Did they get to do an autopsy on the body" the American woman asked.
"No" the man replied, "As soon as it died it was consumed in some kind of fast acting fire and became like a fine ash"

The final photo the American man had was of an orc, wandering around with a cross now. It looked vaguely like one that had tried to slay the Prince Low Troll along the banks of the River Thames.

"To some these look like monsters out of various fairy stories, books and films, come to life. When you read the folklore of these creatures , they can be quite deadly to us humans. Can you understand why some might consider that inter-dimensional entities could be a threat"

The way that the statement and question were phrased came across to me like the standard "yes " or no, have you stopped beating your wife" question. The only one he had a point on were the doppelganger assassins, who had been in the pay of the Arch Orc and the Spirit of Lust, but that had been an aberration. As for the orcs, they were only targeting other Mystical Realm entities and myself.

I thought it best to let the question rest in mid air.

It then occurred to me, that I did not know who these people were. Were they human, or even more doppelganger assassins. Well, that possibility was not true, or we would be dead already, they had to be from some intelligence service, like the CIA. "And who are you and how did you get down here so fast?" I inquired, "you seem to know quite a bit about me already, was that from your lackey?" I added pointing at Crandal.

Crandal put down his pint, "I'm sorry Graeme, where are my manners. This is Fox Mulder" he said pointing at the American man, "and this is Miss Dana Scully, on a kind of secondment from one of those alphabet soup agencies in the New world across the big wet thing" Then Crandal added, "in case you were wondering they came down via a private charter flight to this nearby airport"
"Actually" started the American man identified by Crandal as Fox, Mulder, "I was sent over by the US State department as an observer into an IDE counter operations exercise being run by the British"
"I am just along, for the ride" said the woman identified as Dana Scully, "although as far as the British are concerned I am an observer as well"
"It was due to some treaty obligation between the US and Britain" Fox explained.
"And for the record" Dana started, "Mr McTuckle" is not our lackey, he has been most helpful"
"For a leprechaun" I added
"Alleged leprechaun" she countered.
Crandal for some reason was not comfortable with this line of questioning, and crassly asked the two Americans "Are you two married
It sounded like an innocent question to me though, because as I watched the two Americans, it looked like that they could have either been a married couple, or they had worked with each other for a long time.

This kind of broke the ice, as well as deftly changing the subject, as both made a nervous laugh and denied that such a relationship existed.

This all kind of jovial, but we were all missing a very large point. Fidelity had been snatched, and I needed to make someone officially understand that the state had no need to fear her, she was harmless.

"The girl you had dragged away" I started, "what did they tell you about her"
Fox looked at Dana, and turned and looked at me, "Only that she is classed as a IDE with unknown capabilities that may or may not be hostile"
"I'm not that convinced she is nothing other than a troubled and disadvantaged teenager that has been trying to make the best of a bad job from what they said at the coffee shop she worked in" Dana countered
"But Scully, after all you have seen over the years, you still find it hard to believe" Fox replied to Dana
"But Mulder, remember that fake alien a few years back" she countered

I did not want this pair going off at a tangent, so I coughed loudly and then started to explain, slowly all about Fidelity

"Her title is" I started "The Spirit of Fidelity" then I went on to add "She is only a minor spirit of virtue, and her only power is to empathically encourage people to be faithful to a person place or thing" I thought it best to leave out the fact she had once deflected an energy bolt from the Spirit of Lust, as that was just a spirit to spirit thing, and may only have been a result of being in cyber space at the time.

To emphasise my point Crandal chipped in with "she really is quite harmless"

"Thank you" I directed at Crandal then turning back to the Americans I asked "If you know where they are holding her, why are we not going there now?"

The two Americans looked at each other, then Dana Spoke, "Mr Andrews we know exactly where they have taken her, but due to some bureaucratic screw up our authorisation to go there does not start until tomorrow"
Then Fox spoke, "In the past I would never have let a little thing like that stop me, but this time, we need to play this smarter"
Dana gave a wry smile at Fox, "you found that out the hard way in the past"
"Well" replied Fox, "especially as we are on foreign soil.

This was frustrating. Here were two American agents, sent over by the US State department as observers on some top secret agency to the UK, a junior partner in the special relationship and they could not batter down the door of Fidelity"s prison.

A place had been reserved for us at this hotel, we had a light meal, which I could barely get down, as my thoughts were about Fidelity and what she might be going through.

After the meal, such as it was, Fox, Crandal and I went with me to get my things from the car.
"How do we know you won"t turn us in to the people after us?"
"You don"t" replied Fox, "officially you are classed as being in our custody. The British agency here has lied to us, you haven't"
"Lied?" I queried
"Yes, they made sure we did not arrive at the heliport this morning before they had left, and this bureaucratic error is just bull"
I began to get worried, maybe they would ship Fidelity out before we got there, or even worse they would kill her.

It was getting late, and we retired to our rooms.
Fox and Dana had separate rooms, just to emphasise to us that they were not an item. Even if they were, I did not care, they just seemed another road block. Crandal and I were sharing a two bed room.
Crandal seemed to know my thoughts, but I still did not feel on speaking terms with him.
"Graeme, I am sorry" he ventured, "I was told by someone in the know that this pair can be trusted"
"You could have told me" I retorted as I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.

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I woke up with a start

It was 05:13 and Crandal had gone.

I got all my stuff ready.

Nobody was coming.

Breakfast had been ordered for seven, and I dragged my gear down to the dining room. I still expected to see special Branch show up.

They did not

Fox, Dana and Crandal were in the dining room.
"According to my source she is still alive and at the Facility" Crandal volunteered, anticipating my anxieties.

Breakfast was a simple matter, Fox did mention that he would loved to have tried a full English, like he used to when he was a student at Oxford university. I just wanted to hit the road.

It was decided, by everyone else, to leave my car in the long term car park and drive down in the American"s hire car. It was bigger and faster, so I went along with it.

It took an eternal ninety minutes to reach a large non descript building in North London. Buildings belonging to secret agencies, seldom attract attention with ostentation, and this one was no difference.

Fox, in one sense was the named "observer" according to their treaty concerning visitors from the Mystical realms, so he would go in the front entrance. Crandal lead Dana and myself to a side door that his insider had left open.

As we entered, it all seemed so easy, too easy.

At this level there were a couple of laboratories, and one of them seemed to have an MRI Scanner.

A lab tech guy in a lab coat came up the stairs from the basement with a clip board

Dana showed him an ID badge and requested to see the IDEs. The lab tech peered at the badge muttered something about them having been expecting the American observers, but there was only one in at the moment and took us down to the basement, and showed us the cell.

I was surprised he was giving us an easy ride, was he the inside man Crandal spoke of?

The basement level was a long corridors with high tech cells going for about 200 meters on either side.

The lab tech guy pointed to a door, "It"s in there he casually said"

It ????

We looked through the window of the door he pointed to, into the cell and were horrified.

Inside was Fidelity, sitting in a corner, just behind the in-cell toilet. She had been crying and also she had been hit around the face by the looks of the bruising and the blood from a dried up nose bleed. I knew we should have come here last night worst of all, she had been stripped of all her clothes, and was trying to cover her modesty with her thin arms. I knew she was a bit underweight for her age, but I could never understand why, as I had offered to feed her up, maybe it was a metabolism issue.

Dana was seething at her treatment. Dana had come across as a bit of a sceptic
"Open that door" Dana yelled at the lab tech, with justified anger in her voice
"Sorry mam I am not allowed to" he replied

Dana pulled out her side arm and pointed it at him, "I said open it"

The tech guy showed Dana his key card, "Mam, my card is not cleared to open cell doors"

"Then whose is?" she asked

A woman came from behind, "I am Miss Ochre, can I help" she ventured

"Can youopen this cell up" Dana replied, turning round and sheathing her and showing he ID

"Certainly" she replied and opened the cell with her pass card, "I did not know you were coming so early otherwise I would have been here to give you a tour of the facility. Are you certain you want to be in there with the IDE, some of them can be quite dangerous"

Dana glowered at her. "Just open it"

The woman swiped her card in the lock and the cell door swung open. Fidelity visibly flinched, expecting another beating

"Give me your lab coat" I demanded of the lab technician in my best fake American accent. The lab tech guy looked at Miss Ochre. "Miss Ochre?" he whimpered

"Use mine", said Miss Ochre sad as she removed her lab coat and handed it to Dana. Miss Ochre obviously knew what Dana had in mind. Dana took it in to the cell.
"Fidelity", I yelled inside, "This is Dana, she is OK". I just hoped I was right when I said that.

I stayed out side the cell door to make sure they did not close it on her, but Miss Ochre and the lab tech guy just stood there.

Dana got Fidelity to put the lab coat on and did it up for her. Fidelity, just kept crying, because she was scared, hurting cold and hungry. She just kept saying, "What ever I did I"m sorry"

"This is not enough" I heard Dana mutter and took her top coat off and put it around Fidelity, as the minor spirit was shivering violently, well a minor spirit in human form. I suddenly realised my thought track, I was almost being as bad as these guys were. For all intents and purposes, for the last three months, she had been just another human teenager, it was just that she had an empathic ability.

"Where is Mr Blue"s office" she demanded of Miss Ochre, "Take us to him now"
"Certainly, Miss Scully" replied Miss Ochre, who then dismissed the lab tech guy. He went back upstairs somewhere..

Dana held Fidelity by the hand to lead her out of the cell.
"What are you doing with the IDE" Miss Ochre asked.
"I am taking, this young girl up to see why she has been abused and where her clothes are" Dana put her other hand on her side arm and added, "Do you have a problem with that"
"No Miss Scully" she replied and lead us to a lift.
I was kind of curious as to why no one noticed Crandal, but like me he was not saying much, but did shake his head at how Fidelity had been treated
Miss Ochre called the lift.
"Graeme" Whimpered Fidelity, "they burned my uniform, and my other clothes. Angela"s going to be furious"
"I don"t think Angela is going to worry about that" I tried to reassure Fidelity, again in my fake American accent, "You have done nothing wrong" I added.
"Why did you burn her clothes" Dana demanded to know.
The lift arrived and we all got in. Miss Ochre swiped her key card, in a card reader and the lift moved up, for about three levels.
"You will have to take that up with Mr Blue, it was his orders"

Dana just glowered at her. Crandal shook his head again. I just grabbed hold of Fidelities other hand and felt her squeeze mine. Yet again, I was kind of her saviour, although I felt like a spare part..

The lift doors opened, and there was a long line of offices, with a large office at the end of the corridor.
"If you will excuse me I must get on" said Miss Ochre, and disappeared in the lift

We walked into the large office. There was Mr Blue, a man in his fifties, with a marines style haircut sitting at his desk, with Fox sitting on one of the chairs.

Mr Blue looked at us with his steely glare. I felt Fidelity flinch, and try and back away. This was the man who had beat her.

"Do you like beating children" I exploded at him, pointing at the bruise on Fidelity"s face.

"That it not a child" replied Mr Blue, "It mearly looks like one"
"What?" Dana spluttered out

"And don"t give me any lectures on interrogation techniques" Mr Blue sneered, "Does any one remember Abu Ghraib? I believe the CIA was quite effective in justifying water boarding"

"You mean you have been torturing IDE"s" Fox asked

"I have been robustly interrogating them" Countered Mr Blue "These are a threat to national security"

"And why did you order the destruction of her clothes" Dana asked

"Standard interrogation technique, it emphasises your complete control over the prisoner and shows them who is boss" Replied Mr Blue

"How can a sixteen year old child be a threat to national security" I asked

"Oh yes" Sneered Mr Blue, "The collaborator with the enemy. Actually the creature there is fifteen years old, for some reason there way of counting ages is different in their dimension, but similar to some other cultures on Earth, they refer to the year they are living through, not how many years they have lived, as in our system, but that is by the by. It is not a child, it just looks like one and according to the treaty, which you Mr Mulder know about, this creature must be exterminated"

"But that was a conspiracy to hide extra-terrestrials from the public" protested Fox, "It does not apply"
"You knew of that?" Dana asked Fox
Fox turned to Dana, "My Deep throat told me about it many years ago"
"Fidelity went white as a sheet, on the point of feinting.

This for me was just too much to stomach, so in a slow deliberate manner, I leant over his desk and told him "I have fought with, and along side, trolls and hob goblins.
I have gone up against orcs, drow, and psychotic spirits of vice.
And yet the cruellest of all creatures can be humans."

"Oh spare us the theatrics" he replied, "It is people like us that keep you safe. Safe from these monsters who would come from their dimension and kill us"

I just wondered, knowing those in the Mystical Realms, who the true monsters really were.

Suddenly there was a knock on the office door, and another man in a suit

Mr Blue was irritated, "What is it Mr Sepia, can it wait"
"No sir, as it relates to the alleged IDE" Mr Sepia replied, then looked around and clasped his eyes on Fidelity, standing in the office, wearing just the lab coat and Dana"s top coat. "Oh there, she is"

"She" I thought, this was the first person not to refer to her as it

Mr Sepia walked over to Mr Blue"s desk and dropped a folder on his desk. I could swear I saw an expression of smugness on Mr Sepia"s face.

Mr Blue opened the folder and looked at a piece of paper. He was not happy. Mr Sepia passed an identical folder to Fox, who passed it to Dana.

"You have got to be kidding" yelled Mr Blue, with hatred in his eyes.

What was going on now?
And could we save Fidelity from execution at the hands of someone who was clearly paranoid about those from the Mystical Realms?
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Episode V - Revelations

Forgiveness, now there is a concept.
According to the Gospel of Luke Jesus asked his Father in heaven to forgive those that were putting to death. Would we have the strength to do this? As the first Christian martyr, Stephen was put to death He asked for those stoning him to death to be forgiven Could we do that?

It is clear that some things are easy to forgive, like a child taking a cookie from a cookie jar, was there any real harm done? Some things are not so easy, like a partner who is unfaithful. Something"s seem impossible like the father who chose to forgive those planted the bomb in Enniskillen which killed his daughter

How do you know when to forgive? When someone lies about their age as The Spirit of Fidelity seemed to do, when she said she was sixteen, when she was really fifteen? Sorry, that was unfair; she did not lie, because she believed it as she had been forced into serving the treacherous Yagel Pen Swift in the Mystical Realms where they calculate ages similar to cultures in East Asia, such as Korea There is nothing there to forgive, except myself for not protecting her better than I did.

How about a Leprechaun, car jacking you, handing you over to two Americans, supposedly partners with the government organisation that kidnapped The Spirit of Fidelity and tried to have you arrested on trumped up terrorism charges? Well that one seems to have worked out ok so far, so I may cut him some slack.

So how about the government organisation responsible for all this pain, and the head of said organisation who has had a humanity bypass, and is set to murder in cold blood The Spirit of Fidelity, after degrading and humiliating her and torturing her. I can not see it some how.

But now there was another player on the field. What could possibly go wrong next, or should I not ask?


Mr Sepia was in his fifties as well as Mr Blue, and like him, he seemed to have had a military background. He was carrying a leather briefcase that he had had open. I noticed other folders in there similar to the two he had just taken out. Mr Blue was clutching a sheet of paper from his folder, Dana Scully the American women and work partner of the official American observer, Fox Mulder was scanning the other sheet of paper.

Mr Sepia placed his briefcase on the floor and pulled across the remaining spare chair, "Would you like to sit down in this Miss Fidelity" he asked her softly.

Fidelity, obediently sat down in the chair, her face was white as a sheet, and her eyes were streaming with tears. In short she was terrified.

I then noticed, that Crandal seemed to have slipped away, no wonder Mr Blue had not referenced him as a definite IDE.

Mr Blue pointed at Fidelity, "Are you telling me" he spluttered, "in spite of the field detection equipment, and the anomaly in the MRI scan of it"s brain, and the confession from the leprechaun we captured a week or so ago, that that is a normal human"

Mr Blue slammed the paper on the desk, making Fidelity jump almost out her skin. She was gripping the arms of the chair very tightly. I went over to her chair and put my hand on her left shoulder, as some kind of gesture of solidarity.

"Well Mr Blue" Started Dana "This is a DNA profile of this young teenage girl you had arrested, and robustly interrogated, on suspicion of being an entity from another dimension, and it says that her DNA markers identify that she has a very human father who was a serving officer in the G2, the Irish military intelligence service"

My reaction was "What?"

Fox asked Mr Sepia if he had another copy of the profile. Mr Sepia shook his head, so Dana passed the profile back to Fox. Fox scanned it, looked at Fidelity and turned to Dana, "is it really necessary to read out that last bit"

"Graeme, what are they saying, what have I done?" Fidelity Whimpered, "are they going to kill me like Yagel had my mother killed"

Dana came round and squatted in front of Fidelity and looked up at her, and gently stoked the right side of her face, and looked at the two black eyes Fidelity had received during what passed off as her interrogation. "I won"t let that happen sweetie" she whispered to Fidelity and then opened a pocket on the external jacket she had given Fidelity to wear over the lab coat and pulled out a packet of paper handkerchiefs. Dana passed me the DNA profile piece of paper, while she tried to clean Fidelity"s face up as best she could. She turned around to face Mr Blue"s desk, glowered at him, and took a jug of water with which to wet the tissues.

I looked at the DNA profile, but I could not begin to understand a lot of the science, Physics, computing and folklore were more my forte, but one of the bottom lines named an individual from the Republic of Ireland, then I saw the footnote, that he had been killed in 2002 in Afghanistan in a friendly fire incident from the Americans, three days after he had saved two US marines from a Taliban unit. Fidelity"s father, if this document was right, was a war hero, but he was dead. As her twin sister, the Spirit of Fancying was lost; she had no family left, unless I counted.

"So" Mr Blue interjected, "This IDE is a half-breed, that still makes it a IDE and still under our jurisdiction" then he added, "If you don"t mind I have work to do, and we must exterminate all inter-dimensional threats, which includes this thing here. It is not a child, it just looks like one"

I looked at this Mr Blue, he was determined to put Fidelity to Death, and we were in his domain. He would not even recognise that she was a person, even if she was a minor spirit of virtue who had had human form. As I had grown to know her over the last three months, I had seen a warm caring teenager, who was eager to please, unlike most teenagers of her age, even though she did have an air of sadness about her. (Plus she had looked painfully thin)

Dana stood up and faced Mr Blue, she was really angry now, "Are you denying your own DNA lab"s findings that she is not an IDE but a frightened girl, that you had assaulted" she shouted at him.

Mr Blue sat his ground, he had obviously been a marine, or an SAS officer or something like that.

"I am not ignoring my MRI evidence" Mr Blue countered

"What MRI evidence" Fox asked, "What have you got"

"Ah Mr Mulder, you will have to control your partner here. She is getting too irrational"

"I did not figure you for a sexist" Fox countered.

I could see this had slightly unsettled Mr Blue. He had been caught out in an uncalled for personal remark, trying to look big.

"So what have you got?" Fox asked

"We found small nodules in it"s brain"

"She has a name, Mr Blue" Fox replied, emphasising the "she"

Nodules, in the Brain? I had heard of this and now something about Fidelity made sense. She was intelligent, but her reading was slow. Angela, the Manageress at the coffee shop had told me of research that had found actual physical evidence of some form"s of dyslexia manifested itself as nodules in the brain. Dyslexia was not exactly uncommon among some twins, and Fidelity was left handed, not a solid indicator in it self, but did fit the profile.

"Mr Blue, Fidelity has nodules in her brain, because she has a form of dyslexia" I said.

"Yes, I had read that paper as well" Dana confirmed, "so much for your MRI evidence, since when has having dyslexia been a crime"

Mr Sepia coughed

"Yes you can go now Mr Sepia" Mr Blue said in his irritated tone.

"It is not that" Mr Sepia replied, "Because of who Fidelity"s father was, our search triggered some alarm over in Ireland"

"And" Asked Mr Blue

"They know we are holding an Irish citizen who is the daughter of a decorated war hero"

"Oh do they now, well they can just whistle"

Just then, a telephone rang on Mr Blue"s desk, the telephone was red, someone obviously had been a fan of Batman

Mr Blue hesitated, and then answered the telephone, whilst he was doing this, Mr Sepia took from his brief case a Mars Bar and handed it to me. "I got this downstairs from the vending machine, I think Fidelity needs it"

I looked at the chocolate, suspicious that it may be something it was not, but it was just a plain Mars Bar. I squatted down in front of Fidelity, and passed it to her, she took it, and tried to open it. She was very weak, so I opened it for her, and she started to much through, eyes still streaming with tears.

"My father's dead, isn"t her?" Fidelity sniffed
"I'm sorry, Fidelity it looks that way I told her softly"
Fidelity, broke into uncontrolled weeping, everything was too much. I had rescued from one world, only for her to find in our world, she had lost everything.

Mr Blue hung up the phone. He was still not happy.
"I have been ordered to release you" He muttered as if through gritted teeth, "We are just waiting for Miss Fidelity"s escort from the Irish Military Intelligence service to arrive

"That would be me" Came the voice of Crandal, as he came in, looking like a man with dwarfism and presenting an ID badge. "I am Crandal McTuckle of the G2 special operations section, I think Mr Blue you will find this in order" then with a twinkle in his eye, added "You are welcome to find our number in the yellow pages, ring it up and ask for his extension, just to confirm"

Mr Blue"s face was a picture of disgust, "So the Irish G2 are hiring leprechauns now"

For a moment, Crandal stopped, and then looking up at Dana briefly, stood on his toes at Mr Blue"s desk, "alleged leprechauns"

"OK, we are walking out of here now" Announced Dana, and not before time. I half expected some kind of gun fight to stop us leaving, but nothing.

Dana took Fidelity by the hand, and she meekly followed. Fidelity had learned, always obey your elders, or you might get a beating. I just felt angry at all those people who had done this to her. At least we had the satisfaction of knowing one was dead, Yagel Pen Swift, at the hand of the Prince Low Troll.

Fox stood up, looked at Mr Blue and then said "Thanks for the tour, I"m sure DC will be very interested in knowing how the British run things"

Mr Blue, just glowered back and then said, "That lab coat is government property"
Fidelity on hearing this, sobbed "sorry" and with her free hand went to start undoing the top button. Dana spotted this and gently grabbed her other hand, "You don"t need to do that sweetie" she whispered, then added "You have done nothing wrong"

Fox looked at Mr Blue in disgust, and took out his wallet and pulled out note, I could not see which one it was and threw it at Mr Blue. "This should cover it, if not bill me" he said with contempt

As we were leaving, Mr Sepia came up to us and bent down to speak to Fidelity. "Sorry miss you had to loose your clothes like that, but I did manage to save this" then he handed her, her talisman of permanence, which the Prince Low Troll had said allowed her to live in our world.

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She had been with out it for over 24 hours, with no ill effect, why had the Prince Low Troll lied, or had he.

"Thank you sir" Fidelity whispered, and put the talisman around her neck

We reached the front door of the reception. It was bright and sunny outside, for December, although the ground was icy, as this part of the complex seemed to be a frost pocket.

As Dana lead Fidelity out by the hand, she felt Fidelity drag behind, as she was trying to pick her way across the gravel path in her bare feet.

"I'll carry her" volunteered Fox, and scooped her up in his arms. Fidelity held on to Fox"s neck, and fox smiled back at her, "My your quite light for a fifteen year old"
"Thank you" uttered Fidelity

"We are going to have to get you some new clothes Fidelity and some new shoes"
"But I don"t have any money?" Fidelity replied.

I got my wallet out to see what I had. It wasn't much, due to buying petrol the previous day. "Wait a minute" I thought", "I can use my credit card to get money out from a hole in the wall, get some cheap shoes from a "

My thought train was interrupted by Fox, "We have a special platinum card, so Uncle Sam can pick up the tab"
"That"s the least we can do" Dana told Fidelity.
We then headed to where the car was parked in the car park. Being unencumbered, Crandal and I reached it first.

"Can you check underneath for devices" I asked the leprechaun.
"You are paranoid" Crandal replied, but looked under anyway, as I did.
Then I heard the bleep of the alarm, as Dana disarmed the car alarm.
"Graeme, if they had fitted anything, I am certain the alarm would have alerted us to that" Dana told me as she arrived at the car.
Suddenly I felt very silly

Dana motioned for me to sit in the front passenger seat, as she wanted to sit next to Fidelity, I suppose as Fidelity was only wearing a lab coat and Dana"s coat over the top, that seemed appropriate, although Crandal was allowed to sit in the back with them.

Dana buckled Fidelity in the middle with the lap belt and then got in behind Fox and did her seatbelt up. Crandal did likewise behind me

Fox started the car

I still expected our lives to be snuffed out in a sudden blast, but no. We were still alive.

Fox drove us out of the complex and headed into Brent Cross. As we were driving along, I saw in the wing mirror, Crandal pulling out a small book. It was a passport. I saw him handing it across to Fidelity. "Hear is a little present from the government of the Irish Republic" Crandal said.

I was curious, "Crandal" I called from the front, "How did you get Fidelity"s passport picture"
"It isn"t, it just looks like her"
Then I heard the realisation of what Crandal had said dawn on Fidelity, as it dawned on me.
"It"s my twin sister" Fidelity cried out, "It"s the Spirit of Fancying, she"s alive"
"Of course she is alive, and she has been longing to see you" Crandal added, "When the fairies took her away as a baby to get her away from that Drow scum bag, they left her at the central police station in Dublin, and she was adopted by a human couple and is being raised as their daughter in Ireland"
"If that is the case", Dana asked, "Why did they leave Fidelity behind"
"They could only carry one child at a time, and by the time they had got back, she had been taken, and it was too late"
"Does she think she is me" Fidelity asked, remembering how her evil Aunt had ordered the name tags swapped at the Mystical Realms nursery, so they never realised their true power
"No" Replied Crandal, Fairies are not fooled by false name tags, anyway she goes by the name of Caer, after the legend of Caer Ibormeith
"Caer That"s a pretty name" Dana said softly, then asked Fox, "due you think the State Department would object to a side trip to Ireland, so Fidelity can be reunited"
"That wont be a problem" Crandal ventured, "I just show a special badge to the staff at Air Lingus, and the Irish government picks up the bill" Then he added "Caer and the rest of the family are so desperate to see you Fidleity"

We reached the outside of the Brent Cross Shopping Centre , and Fox dropped Dana and Fidelity out side so they could find a department store that sold everything in terms of clothes. Due to the nature of some of the clothes she would have to buy for Fidelity, we all thought, only Dana should go with Fidelity, so Fox drove us to a car park.

When we parked, Fox asked Crandal about how come the Irish government employed leprechauns in Military intelligence, Crandal explained that many years ago, just after independence, the leprechauns approached the government asking for asylum from the Mystical Realms and offering their services. The ability to create illusion and turn invisible was irresistible, and ever since, there was a secret registration of such entities, which all the entities were happy to comply with. For a bonus they helped with the tourist industry.

Dana and Fidelity were gone for an hour and a half. Fox received a call on his cell phone and gave Dana directions to the car park. After about ten minutes, they arrived hand in hand at the car.

Fidelity had been totally transformed. She was wearing the kind of gear every self respecting youngster would wear to college or university. Everything was themed on pink. She even had a nice warm pink top. I had never seen Fidelity dressed this way before. When I first met her and first rescued her, she wore the kind of clothes you would see in a medieval setting, but when she was living in our world, all I ever saw her in was her coffee shop uniform. This new look suited her, this is what fully human girls of her age were wearing. Fully human? I caught myself thinking like those at that awful government torture chamber, it was only that Mr Sepia and possibly Miss Ochre who showed some humanity. Fidelity for all intents and purposes was human

Fidelity was also wearing sunglasses to hide the black eyes she had received at that so called "Facility". That was a good call, this Dana was a very kind and compassionate person, as was her partner Fox. They almost seemed like a married couple.

Dana was also pulling a small suitcase that trundled on wheels, which she placed in the boot of the car.

After loading up the car, Dana told Fox that she had asked to see the manager of the store and told her that they had been part of a joint US and British operation that had rescued a child from a group of abusers, who had destroyed her clothes to prevent her escaping. "While not exactly the truth", she had told Fox, "I did not consider it a total lie either. Given what I had seen, I thought that was the total truth, but this had been worse, it was government sanctioned abuse of a child.

Dana then told Fox that they needed to find a restaurant, as Fidelity had not eaten anything, apart from the Mars bar, since the afternoon of the day before she had been seized

I asked Fidelity why she never went for the evening meal at the hostel, and she told me about a large man with tattoos who lived there that she was frightened of, so she just hid in her room, only getting to eat when she was at lunch break at the coffee shop and on her days off, if she could not meet up with me, she did not eat at all. No wonder she was so thin. Then she mentioned that there was another reason she stayed in her room at the hostel, which she felt embarrassed mentioning. The only clothes she had left, before she had been arrested was just her uniform, which she washed and dried every night when she got back, so she would be sitting alone in her room, trying to keep warm in a thin blanket, listening to her stomach rumble. I felt so guilty that I had not spotted this. My shortcomings in looking after her had again been exposed.

We found a KFC, got Fidelity a chicken variety meal, with a regular coke. She was so hungry and ate every thing up. What she had endured had been so heart breaking, but at least we had found her twin sister and were going to take her to at least visit her. Maybe they would at least keep in touch by letter if I had to return back north with her. If I did I would have to have words with the hostel, but then would they feel comfortable with a fifteen year old girl staying there. The coffee shop manageress and I had set this up, so as to reduce the risk of social services being involved, after all, how could you tell them that Fidelity was the personification of the virtue of being faithful.

I really had to discipline myself to think of her as human.

After lunch, we all piled in the car and headed for Heathrow. I hoped Crandal was right that the Irish Government would pick up the tab for flying us to Ireland. Fox was insistent, if they did not, then the US State Department would..

We drove to the Car rental section and Fox handed the car back. Well I could easily take the train with Fidelity to Luton to pick up my car when we returned.

Then as we were walking through one of the walkways, there was Mr Blue, in his right hand what looked like a machine pistol

"You can not get away that easy" he sneered
"You have no jurisdiction over her" Fox countered
Dana grabbed hold of Fidelity, trying to protect her, Fidelity was petrified.

Crandal whispered to me "Graeme, something is wrong, I sense it"
I took from my back pack the locater used for detecting dimension jump orbs, it was glowing purple, what ever that meant.

Crandal stepped forward "I thought I recognised you" he challenged Mr Blue. Mr Blue"s eyes seemed to have turned violent crimson, "Oh have you indeed" Mr Blue uttered, now his voice like a torrent of rushing waters.
"Yes, you are the lost Spirit of Malice, who hides" Was all that Crandal got out, before a lightning bolt hit him square in the chest and threw him backwards in to Fox.

"I am no spirit of anything" Mr Blue started to say, "I refused to be rebranded like that late Spirit of True Love and her equally deceased Guardian of Mortal Struggle"

"Then who are you?" I shouted.

Suddenly Mr Blue"s head transformed into a dog shape.

My blood ran cold, of all of the ancient gods to run into, they could not get any worse than this one, it was the Egyptian god Set

"I had the perfect set up" Set screamed, "I would get the humans to launch a nuclear strike on the Mystical Realms. All I have to do is clear a few loose ends"

Suddenly between Fox, and presumably the dead remains of Crandal, what looked like dimension gate was forming, and coming through were a band of trolls.

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And Dana and Fidelity and myself, were now trapped between the two in a pincer movement.

Tune in next time for the Mystical Realms Saga Season 4 finale

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Episode VI - Homecoming

There is an old saying, "expect the unexpected", which does not make sense if you think about it. If it is unexpected, how can you expect it?

Unexpectedly Crandal had handed me over to two Americans, by the names of Fox and Dana, who were the American observers to the operation that unexpectedly captured the Spirit of Fidelity on the pretence she was a terrorist, and unexpectedly they turned out to be decent human beings. I thought the yanks were supposed to be the gun ho bad guys

They used their influence to get into the complex where Fidelity had been tortured, and all they got out of her was that she was 15 and not 16 after all. (Angela at the coffee shop will kill me on that one).

The next bit of unexpectedness, was that the Spirit of Fidelity had a human father who was something in the Irish military, bud sadly he had been killed in action some years previous, so unexpectedly the head of the British operation was ordered to release her into the care of the Americans, as Fidelity apparently has been declared a citizen of the Republic of Ireland,

Funny how things can turn out, unfortunately on our way to the airport to catch a plane to Ireland we have just encountered the head of that organisation, who seems to be a sore looser, but worse an Egyptian god with a grudge against the whole of the Mystical Realms.

Worse of all, Myself, Fidelity and Dana are now trapped between him and a dimension door that has unexpectedly opened up.


With what looks like a platoon of trolls


Mr Blue, or Set lifted up his machine pistol and pointed it Dana and Fidelity, then noticed the dimension gate with the trolls coming through and froze. I looked back at them and recognised the unit. They were a snatch team, similar to the one that had snatched me and the Spirit of True Love back to the Mystical Realms in 2001 on the charge of interfering in the affairs of mortals.

Had the Prince Low Troll decided to have Fidelity arrested as well? Was there another troll in power.

I turned back to the other threat, Set and ran between him and Dana and Fidelity. I could see Dana reaching for her side arm, but a flick of Set"s left hand and the gun was wrenched from her grip. Then he looked back at the dimension gate. The trolls had arrived, along with a hooded figure.

"Not another Drow" I thought.

A big troll approached Dana and Fidelity. They were arresting her after al, but wait, he whispered something to Dana and placed himself between them and Set.

A big troll approach me and grunted "Quick get behind me Hooman", then added "Prince Low Troll says consider this payment towards his life debt"

I was stunned, for once the trolls were here to help us, I ran back to Dana and Fidelity, "Take her back to Fox and check on Crandal" I shouted.

Set was livid and went to spray us with machine gun fire, but his gun too was wrenched from his grip. I then noticed that the hooded figure was a real elf, not a drow, a dark elf.

A big decorated troll stepped out of the dimension gate and stood next to the elf, this was the troll captain, then in perfect English addressed Set. "Spirit of Malice, by the power of his Excellency the Prince Low Troll, you are under arrest for the interference in the affairs of mortals and for the murders of several Mystical Realms citizens"

Set was angered, and for a moment forgot about us, "I am NOT the Spirit of anything, I am Set, a god of Egypt" he screamed, then he hurled a fireball towards the captain. The fireball ricocheted off of some field and then headed towards us. Fidelity screamed and instinctively put up her hand, and suddenly the fire ball exploded against an invisible shield. This ability was not just limited to cyber space then. Fidelity went white and feinted, the shield she had instinctively put up had drained her. Dana caught her as she fell.

"Do you want to add resisting arrest to the charge list" Boomed the Troll captain.

At this Set started to grow two large fire balls, one in each hand. "Tell your pathetic Prince Low Troll to mind his own business, I have a few humans to incinerate and if he yields power to me, I might just spare your vile little realm" Set shouted back.

"Do it" The Troll captain whispered to the elf, who shot a large electrical bolt of energy at Set. It bounced of a force filed Set produced, and blasted a door in the airport corridor to smithereens.

"I am no Spirit of True Love push over" Set sneered and looked in our direction to hurl a final fire ball, "She wont save you now Graeme" he directed at me. "Say good bye" he added"

BANG BANG BANG

Set fell to the ground, the fireballs, just evaporated, and lying on the ground was Mr Blue, with three bullets in his chest. I looked round and there was Fox, with his automatic aimed at where Set had been. Fox had made use of the distraction of the Trolls to be able to get his gun out, aim it and pull the trigger three times.

"Get the Spirit before it get"s away" yelled the troll captain

The elf brought from his cloak in his right hand what looked like a small crystal rod and pointed it just above the body of Mr Blue. Then I saw some black haze form above the body, which screamed as it tried to get away. The elf walked forward chanting in some language I could not recognise, it was not the straight forward elvish I remembered from my times in the Mystical Realms. The black haze seemed to be fighting some current trying to draw it into the rod, and a wind picked up in the corridor. The elf then pulled from his cloak in his left hand what looked like a glass dagger, and spoke more arcane language. The haze tried to send a wind at the elf, but the elf, with sweat pouring from his brow stood his ground, as the haze was slowly drawn into the rod.

Once the this was done, the elf turned to the troll captain and in elvish, told him, "I have this prisoner"

"This prisoner" I thought, maybe I was right the first time and they were arresting her as well, after all a few months ago Yagel had taken her invisibly to a TV reality game show, when she thought she was the Spirit of Fancying, to "make two people fall in love" which she could not do. The two people she was supposed to use her power on, were unaffected, as her power was just to encourage people to be faithful. I had suspected Yagel had done this, so Fidelity would think that the trolls would come after her if she did not stay with Yagel, the drow who had murdered her mother, the Spirit of True Love. The Prince Low Troll must have won the civil war in the Mystical Realms and was now restoring law in that dimension.

I walked over to the Troll captain and looked up at him. "Please", I pleaded don"t take Fidelity, "she has suffered so much here, and I promise she has not done any interfering since the Prince Low Troll let me take her to the world of Mortals"

The troll captain, looked down at me, and then ordered the other trolls to return with the elf through the dimension door.

"Sir" I continued "I beg you; she has been living as a human these past three months, only interacting as normal humans do, and her biological father was human"

The troll captain seemed to ignore me and walked over to where Fidelity was lying unconscious. Fox trained his weapon on the Troll.
"I have no orders about any other Spirit, major or minor" The troll captain informed us, "but she is not fully human yet, she needs to find her human soul for that to be." Then the troll captain pulled from a pocket what looked like a small green vial and handed it to me.



"Healing potion" he muttered and then he walked around to where Crandal was lying. Crandal looked up at the troll, and coughed. As he did so, I saw blood coming from his mouth.
"So Strang" Crandal spluttered, "You made Captain" Then Crandal, reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a wallet, and said "Graeme take this please quickly"

I took the wallet, and as I did so, Crandal closed his eyes. Suddenly there was a rush of wind, and Crandal turned to ash. He was dead

"He was a great warrior for a Leprechaun" Commented the troll captain. He saluted and turned back to the Dimension gate and entered through it.

The gate closed

He was gone.

Dana went to check, Mr Blue, but he was dead.

I checked through the wallet, it had the contact details of the couple who had adopted the Spirit of Fancying as a baby; they were living near Shannon in the Irish Republic. Crandal had known he was dying and did not want this information to be lost when he died, I wondered if perhaps I had misjudged this leprechaun.

At this point, the armed police arrived, and Dana and Fox held out their ID badges. Apparently they were from the FBI.

I went over to Fidelity who was looking very pale. I pulled the stopper from the vile and put it to Fidelity"s lips for her automatic swallowing reflex to kick in, which it did. As I looked at her, I could see the colour return to her face. I took off her sunglasses Dana had bought her to hide the black eyes she had received at the hand of Mr Blue when all he could beat out of her the fact that she had been lied to about her age. I could see her bruises heal before my eyes, along with the black eyes. With in a minute, her face was as if she had never been touched.

Another gift from the Prince Low Troll I supposed, and it seemed that under him the trolls had become more honourable than some of my fellow humans.

Fidelity"s eyes flickered open, so I smiled at her and told her "You saved us Fidelity, thank you".

Fidelity slowly sat up and I handed her back her sunglasses, which she hastily put on, not realising her face had been healed. I pulled from my pocket an old mirror compact I had once got in a high end Christmas cracker, and suggested Fidelity look in the mirror as her bruises had gone. She took the compact and slowly opened it and took off her sunglasses to see that her face had been healed. I explained about the potion, and how the troll had given it to me for her, she briefly smiled at me and whispered "Thank you Mr Troll"

We were at the Heathrow police station for two hours, whilst Fox and Dana sorted out paperwork. Apparently Mr Blue had gone AWOL after we had left. He had also served as a young marine at Suez where he had encountered some Egyptian artefact, which Fox suggested had allowed Set to take him over from time to time. Dana thought that he just had a Set fixation, because Dana was able to spot that Mr Blue showed the signs of a brain tumour. Don"t ask me how.

I just told the police, that I was accompanying Fidelity to find her long lost sister in Ireland. I was not sure they bought it, and I heard them in the background refer to child services.

Fidelity just sat quietly, feeling her face and silently crying. It seemed to her, so close and yet so far

Then the door opened and in walked someone who looked like they were suffering dwarfism.

No way could I be fooled, this was another leprechaun.

The leprechaun went up to the front desk and waved some ID badge and put up a folder of papers. He then said his name was Shamus McTuckle.

Fox came over to me and told me how he and Scully would be sorting out things with the British authorities, but that this new guy, Shamus was going to take Fidelity and I to Shannon on a private diplomatic flight in a Gulf stream G200.
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I shook hands with both Dana and Fox, Dana wished us a safe trip and Fox told me that I would have made a fairly passable field agent, and if I ever wanted to teach about the Mystical Realms at Quantico, then he would recommend me.

Fidelity gave Dana a big hug and said thank you for the clothes and how nice it was to wear something warm. That cut me up, I had failed to notice how Fidelity had been shivering in just her uniform when I had been able to collect her from the coffee shop where she worked Dana told her to look after herself and get some weight on. Fidelity gave Fox a hug as well, as he was the big man who had carried her so she did not have to walk in bare feet on sharp gravel These two Americans really put me to shame

We left and Shamus guided us through security to a private area where we waited for the chartered flight to Shannon. I asked him if he was G2 as well, and Shamus responded that he was in the diplomatic service and that Crandal had been his brother.

It was early evening by the time we got to depart, and we taxied out to the runway, and waited for our take off slot.

Fidelity sat at the window, looking out. She looked like any other 15 year old girl, it was hard to realise that this was the human embodiment of the virtue being faithful to a partner, part of what true love is about. I sat next to her, so she might have someone to be there for her. Shamus sat across the isle. There were no other passengers on this flight. We were very privileged.

As we sat on the runway waiting for our take off slot, Fidelity stared out of the window at the rest of Heathrow and the other planes, then she turned to me with tears in her eyes and asked "What if my sister does not want to see me"
Shamus overheard and from his seat told her, "Oh but she does, she has waited all her life to see you and her family are driving out to meet us"
"Remember Crandal said so in the car this morning" I added
Fidelity was silent for a moment, then sniffed "I liked Crandal, I will miss him"
"We all do" Shamus said wistfully, he was a good brother and a fine G2 officer.
Then Fidelity asked "What do you mean about my sister and her family" then remembered what Crandal also had said. "Oh yes the people who adopted her"
"Yes indeed" confirmed Shamus then added, "They also adopted a little boy as well, a human child whose parents were killed in a car crash when he was a year old"
I put an arm around Fidelity to reassure her things were going to be ok, she gave a weak smile and wiped her face with a paper serviette she had found from somewhere.


We eventually got our take of slot, and Fidelity went almost white with fright as we accelerated down the runway, hitting first V1, when the front wheels lifted, and then V2, the point of no return when we took to the sky.

After a few minutes, we reached the cruising altitude. Fidelity was tired as it had been a long day, and closed her eyes to try and sleep. A member of the cabin crew came around with a blanket, which Fidelity accepted and wrapped around herself. With in ten minutes, she was fast asleep. A member of the cabin crew came round with coffee for Shamus and myself, and as I sipped I reflected on the day"s events which seemed so improbable. They had been able to match Fidelity"s DNA to a dead G2 officer quite fast something seemed odd

I broached this with Shamus, who glanced out of the window and then started to explain that they had found out from contacts in the Mystical Realms that Fidelity was still alive and that a mortal had brought her to the world of Mortals. Through spying on the Americans and the British, Allies tend to spy on each other as much as their enemies they had known of the Counter IDE programme and the Facility in North London. The DNA profile was real, and Fidelity"s father was a G2 officer, but there was something unique about identical twins, of which The Spirit of Fancying and The Spirit of Fidelity were, they had identical DNA. Their inside agent had planted the profile from the Spirit of Fancying, or Caer as she preferred to be called, just in case they reached Fidelity before G2 did, so that as soon as Fidelity"s DNA had been processed the "Match" could be flagged. They had also set in place the high level diplomatic pressure to order her release, should she be captured, but it could not be triggered until Fidelity"s DNA had been processed, which unfortunately took longer than they expected.

I raised the issue of the beating Fidelity had received, and Shamus explained that the agent could not prevent it without blowing her cover, but record was kept and sent to the appropriate sections with the Irish government to lodge either a formal protest or use as leverage. Shamus had also known of the reputations of the American observers and was confident that their report back to the Americans would equally prove embarrassing to the British.

The world of espionage in our world, was just as devious and labyrinthine as any faction in the Mystical Realms could ever be

I looked down at Fidelity, then turned back to Shamus and asked "Fidelity has the ability to emphatically encourage people to be faithful, how does Fancying actually work, how do you make two people from disparate backgrounds fall in love?"
Shamus thought for a while, then replied "Caer, has the empathic ability to allow others to see past any outward front and see the part of the other person that is most in harmony with them, so they can see that the person may be attractive, but"
"But that is not enough for true love to develop" I interjected.
"Well that too, but I was going to say, Caer has never chosen to use that power"
"For fear of the trolls or who ever is running the show?"
"No, she wants nothing to do with this power and has two hearts desires"
I was intrigued, I suspected that one of them was to meet her long lost twin sister, but what was the second. I could not work it out, so I asked.
"Why" Shamus responded, "She wants to be fully human, with a human soul and no longer to be a minor spirit of virtue"
"Is that possible" I asked, but Shamus did not reply.

Fidelity stirred briefly in her sleep, but settled down again. Out of the aircraft window I could see the night sky. We would get the warning about landing soon, so there was time for one more question, so I asked if the Spirit of Fancying, or Caer"s adoptive parents knew that their daughter was a minor spirit of virtue, Shamus told me that the whole family knew everything. The parents, Shaun and Felicity O'Docherty had always been honest with their children, that they had been adopted, but had told them that they had been picked because they had wanted them and that made them special. The leprechauns had at the appropriate time revealed Caer"s true heritage, but the O'Dochertys did not care, they loved her all the same. Caer apparently had grown up to be a well adjusted teenager, confident in her parents unconditional love.

It sounded so saccharine that it did want to make the most hardened cynic, as I am, want to reach for the sick bag, but this was the way it was. A total mirror image of Fidelity"s life until now. All Fidelity had known was pain and under my care, neglect.

The seat belt sign lit up and we were told we were now descending to Shannon International Airport. I gently roused Fidelity who was still quite groggy from sleeping. As we came into land, once again she was momentarily gripped by panic. This had been her first ever flight in a fixed wing aircraft, I discovered that during her flight in the helicopter, she had been sedated so she would not be any trouble.

It seemed to take forever to taxi to the stand at the terminal, but then we were disembarking at around eight thirty in the evening. We spent around fifteen minutes for the luggage to come through and then, following Shamus, who got us through immigration and customs on diplomatic privilege or something like that, we made it to the cathedral that was the arrivals hall. Fidelity insisted on trundling her new suitcase. There was a large crowd milling around, as this was Ireland"s busiest airport.

"FIDELITY"

I looked round to see where the sudden scream I heard came from; it was the sound of a teenage girl with a definite Irish accent.

"FIDELITY" came the scream again, but nearer.

Then I saw, the spitting image of Fidelity in a pastel green hooded sweatshirt rushing towards Fidelity. It was the Spirit of Fancying. Fidelity was taken by surprise when The Spirit of Fancying, embraced her long lost sister, crying tears of joy. Fidelity dropped the handle to her case and gazed into the face of her twin sister. "Spirit of Fancying" she said nervously
"Yes it"s me" The Spirit of Fancying replied excitedly, and then added in a calmer but kind voice, "but I seldom use that title, please call me Caer"
Fidelity returned the embrace and burst into tears, "I missed you" she cried, "I missed you so much"
"I missed you too Fid" Caer replied, also in tears, then drew back slightly to look Fidelity in the eyes "can I call you Fid, it so much more cooler name"
Fidelity nodded and smiled, she was happy to be there holding her twin sister.

I broke my gaze from the pair; I felt guilty for intruding on this private moment and saw a man in his early to mid forties approaching, with brown hair and wearing a dark red jacket. Just behind him was a woman in her early forties, with bright red hair with a ten year old boy with blonde hair in her hand. It was the rest of the O'Docherty family. The man, Shaun, came up to me and grabbed my right hand.
"Thank you for saving and bringing us Caer"s sister" he said, then to my surprise gave me a big bear hug. When he released me, then told me, "You don"t know what this means to Caer, Thank you"

Felicity came and shook my hand as well and proffered me thanks, introduced me to their adopted son Timothy, and then told me that they had an empty holiday flat on their farm, and I really must come and stay for the weekend at least. Timothy was about ten years old, and just stood their smiling and holding on to his mother"s hand.

COUGH COUGH

Our thoughts were all shattered by Shamus giving a loud staged cough. In all of the high emotion I had forgotten about him. The Leprechaun wandered up to the twins and then spoke to Caer
"Spirit of Fancying" he started
"Please Mr McTuckle its Caer" Caer insisted
Shamus was determined to use her proper title as the embodiment of the virtue of seeing the good and attractive qualities in everyone, "Spirit of Fancying, to be reunited with The Spirit of Fidelity has been one of your hearts desires"
"Sure was" Caer replied and held on to her sister"s hand
"And mine too" added Fidelity, looking at her sisters face, by instinct Caer looked at Fidelity"s face simultaneously.
"And what was you other hearts desire?" Shamus asked
"To be fully human, to have a human soul" Caer replied, her voice cracking with emotion.
Then Shamus turned to Fidelity, "Spirit of Fidelity, is that your wish too?" then added for clarification "to receive a human soul, to be fully human and no longer a minor spirit of virtue"
Fidelity looked at her sister"s face then answered, "If Caer wants it, then I want her to have her soul" Then after a pause, and bursting into tears again "I don"t want to be a minor spirit, because it keeps getting me hurt, please I want to be fully human"
Caer let go of her sister"s hand and gave her a big hug. These sisters had been apart for just under fifteen years, and yet it seemed like they had never been apart.

Shamus stood back for moment and then asked "Spirit of Fidelity, Spirit of Fancying, do you have your talisman"s of permanence with you"
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The boy looked up at Felicity, still not saying anything. Felicity smiled at him. Shaun and I just stood by as well watching Shamus address these two minor spirits of virtue in this formal way, what was Shamus up to.

The two spirits each pulled out almost identical talismans that they had around their necks. One was the mirror image of the other

"Now hold them together" Shamus instructed, "It was the Spirit of True Love"s last gift to you"
"Shall we Fid" Caer asked Fidelity
"Yes Caer" Fidelity replied.
The two spirits clasped the hands holding the talismans together, and suddenly a bright yellow light erupted from their hands as the two talismans met. The ball of light grew and engulfed the twins. Then the bottom of the ball of light lifted to form a ring of light, and then the ring lifted above the twins as they gazed up. As we all gazed in wonder the ring of light fragmented into many star like lights and as they started to dissipate, in the air two small balls of white light grew to the size of a soccer ball, and then each one silently descended on to each of the twins.

Then the light show was over.

"Wow that was cool" the Timothy uttered; "Way to go Caer and Fid" he added punching the air with his free hand.

Suddenly both the twins started to fall backwards away from each other, as they both feinted. I rushed to catch Fidelity and Shaun rushed to catch his adopted daughter before they hit the floor.

By now a crowd was gathering and some helpful person asked if we wanted to ring for an ambulance.

"Give them air" shouted Shamus angrily "Give them air"

The twins were out for about two long minutes, the talismans crumbled to dust in Caer"s and Fidelity"s hands, their job was done. They were Minor Spirits no more; they were normal human teenage girls of fifteen.

Shaun helped Caer to her feet slowly; I did the same with Fidelity.

"I"ve got my soul, I've got my soul" Caer exclaimed excitedly.
"We so happy for you Caer" Felicity said, her voice cracking with emotion.
"You"ve longed for it for such a long time" added Shaun as the two parents hugged their daughter.

I noticed Fidelity starting to back away, I guess she thought that this was a now a private affair for Caer, her adoptive parents and her adopted brother.

Caer looked up and noticed Fidelity standing in the cold as it were and called out to her "Fid come here, it would never have happened with out you sister"

Sister, Caer emphasised that word sister in a manner that seemed to be sending a message to her parents

Caer left the group hug, and took Fidelity by the hand and drew her back. Felicity and Shaun came round to include Fidelity in the circle.

I stood watching, with Shamus by my side, I felt I was again intruding in a private moment, but something told me I needed to be here.

Caer spoke up, first to Fidelity "You"re going to be part of this family, because Mummy and Daddy are going to adopt you too" then she turned to Shaun, "Aren"t you Daddy"
"Of cause Caer, that was always the plan" Shaun replied
"Ever since we knew you existed, Fidelity, you always had a place in our hearts" Felicity told Fidelity, "If you will have us" she then added.
"I want another sister" Timothy chipped in

Fidelity looked up at me, and it seemed like she was asking for permission from me. I walked over to the group, as I did so they broke the group hug formation, then with my voice almost cracking up I told Fidelity "Go for it, it is where you belong. I"m, sorry I was not there for you all the time"

"yes please" Fidelity replied and broke down again. Caer gave her a sisterly hug, "I don"t want to go back to that hostel, please I don"t want to go to that hostel again" she kept repeating. She was so overcome that they had to help her to a seat to calm down.
"Your coming home with us Fid and we will be sisters forever" Caer told Fidelity and she was crying too, although with tears of joy.

The former spirits of virtue, the daughters of the murdered Spirit of True Love, my first client from the Mystical Realms had now got each other, had become human at last and also a loving home, although this part had been part of Caer"s life the longest.

I picked up Fidelity"s case and followed behind the family.

"Why are you so hard on yourself" Shamus asked me
"I feel I let her down" I replied
"Who, Fidelity or the Spirit of True Love"
"Both," I replied "They let me go free in 2001 and I left The Spirit of True Love behind to be murdered and it be made to look like suicide. And I did not make enough time for Fidelity or find out why she hated the hostel. Shamus, she was starving to death in front of me and I never bothered to notice"

Shamus thought for a moment and as we reached the door to leave the airport for the fresh air he pulled me aside, motioning Fidelity and the O'Docherty family to wait. Then spoke to me.
"Graeme, with the Spirit of True Love there was nothing you could do, the Lord Low Troll was a tyrant, unlike his son who is a bit more reasonable these days. And none of us knew of the Spirit of Lust"s involvement or how Yagel had penetrated the elven enclaves. As for Fidelity, you had a child thrust on you with no experience and you did what you could, Fidelity was still under Yagel"s thumb and too afraid to ask for help even though he was dead. Trauma has that effect. And as for Fidelity"s capture by the British, well that was my cousin"s fault, he lead them to her. You must move on. Fidelity is going to have a loving family to help her heal, probably better than that troll captain"s healing potion."

As we walked out into the night I could not help notice that there was a Salvation Army band playing carols. It was there last one and it was Hark The Herald Angels Sing.




We all stood around singing the carol, except Fidelity who did not know the words and Caer, who just stood there holding her hand. Then apart from Shamus, who went elsewhere, we left for the O"Docherty Farm.

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I stayed for a day to see Fidelity settle in with the O'Dochertys and she seemed to be fine, if somewhat overwhelmed by the love that was shown her. They had even prepared her own bedroom, but she spent most of her time with Caer, they had a lot of catching up to do.

Before I left, I managed to get through to Angela at the coffee shop on a telephone conference call at the O'Docherty farm house, and Fidelity was able to have an emotional telephone call with her. Fidelity ws eager to apologise for loosing her uniform when it was incinerated at The Facility on the orders of Mr Blue and offered top pay somehow. Angela told her to forget about it and that she understood. Thanks to a protest by the government of the Irish Republic, Angela was able to tell Fidelity that she had been cleared of terrorism offences that had been used as a justification for tasering her and that a compensation order had been made to give her. The commander of the team also offered his resignation, but it was not accepted, they had been acting on good faith, never the less the officer applied for a transfer away from fire arms duties.

I left for a flight to Heathrow and then took the train to Luton to pick my car up. It was then a long lonely drive home.
My next job was to visit the hostel to collect what meagre belonging Fidelity had left behind and pay up any rent she owed. The clothes she had brought with her when I rescued her from the Mystical Realms had fallen apart. No wonder she was so short on clothes. I wished she had mentioned it, but she had been so conditioned to not speak unless spoken to, that she had dared not ask.

I told them at the hostel that Fidelity had been confused about her age and used the Korean system to explain that she had actually been fifteen, not sixteen. I thought it best to be honest in case of any come back. The manager was quite understanding and said how he suspected this, but decided not to pursue it as he in his opinion he was not impressed with the record of the local authority social services department, and she may have ended up at the hostel anyway. I told him about how Fidelity had missed meals there because she was frightened of a specific individual she found intimidating. I also mentioned how she had been so short of clothes that all she had was the one shirt and trousers she wore at the coffee shop which she washed every night and tried to keep warm with one blanket whilst they dried. The hostel manager said, if she had only asked, they would have given her some spare clothes and extra blankets to keep warm, again her lack of self confidence meant she did not dare ask.

As far as the man who intimidated her, he turned out to be a harmless hostel employee and was mortified, again had they known they could have done something to assure her that she was not in danger of being assaulted. The employee wrote her a personal letter of apology and worked on how to make sure his appearance would be less intimidating. The hostel then tightened up its procedures of caring for vulnerable young people so this in theory would not happen again.

While I was home, Caer kept me informed by her Bebo account on the progress she was making in "Her rehabilitation of Fid" She mentioned an incident when Fidelity was carrying a small pile of plates and tripped on a kitchen tile that had worked loose and all but one of them were broken. Fidelity had a massive panic attack, as under Yagel such clumsiness would have resulted in a severe beating, and she had cut herself badly from the fall and from trying to clear the broken plates by hand. Instead of the beating she expected, Shaun had knelt down and lifted her head up and told her it was ok, and it was more his fault for not fixing the floor. That whole afternoon, Caer and her father spent ages on Caer"s bed with their arms around a tearful Fidelity, whilst Caer"s mother, Felicity treated Fidelity"s wounds. All showing he that they unconditionally loved her and that no one would ever be allowed to lay a finger on her, like Yagel and Mr Blue had done. Apparently Mr and Mrs O'Docherty did not believe in physical violence against children or anyone and had never laid a finger on Caer or Timothy. Timothy helped by safely clearing up the broken pottery. Fidelity"s healing would take longer to achieve and it was not the kind that a magical potion such as the one from the Troll captain could achieve over night.

After a few days, myself and Angela the manageress from the coffee shop flew from the local airport to Dublin and from there on to Shannon, as Shamus and his pals had managed to help Shaun and Felicity fast track Fidelity"s adoption process. As they had successfully raised her twin sister and another child, how could the local social services object, which of course they never did. Dana had managed to get time to come across, but Fox was involved in the hearings concerning what had gone on at the Facility.

So on Christmas eve, the former Spirit of Fidelity, a former minor spirit of virtue, now a normal mortal human became plain Fidelity O'Docherty. There was hardly a dry eye in the house as everyone celebrated her special day. Through out the process Caer never left her side or let go of her hand, or was it the other way around. This had been her first Christmas present, a new family to love and be loved by.

Dana had to leave after the process but left a gift of FBI special agent sweatshirts and caps for the whole family. Angela had brought down a brand new uniform for her as well as her last wage packet, converted conveniently into the Irish currency. That meeting was equally emotional as Angela had to keep telling her that she had done nothing wrong when Fidelity had wanted to apologise for leaving her in the lurch. Angela even brought down a "congratulations on your adoption" card, signed by other members of staff and some of the regular customers who missed her. I had no idea where she had got it, but Angela was very resourceful.

We also caught the last flights out, as we both felt that the new increased O'Docherty family deserved time together alone. We both thanked God for the fairies who had risked the wrath of the Spirit of Lust and the Lord Low troll to deliver Caer to a family, so she could one day help her sister change from living under brutality to living with unconditional love. The Spirit of True love would have been pleased

On the wider point, the report Fox gave to the Americans put pressure on the British to suspend the snatch squads, and a new head of the Facility was appointed. Rumour was that Mr Sepia was promoted to the position who used their resources to help the Home Office in the conventional war on terrorism. The hunting down of IDE"s was indefinitely suspended, because of the fidelity case. Officially Fidelity"s detention was blamed on intelligence failure and over zealousness by Mr Blue.

Both the British and the Americans on the recommendation of the two American observers we met, opened dialogue with the Republic of Ireland to get advice on their IDE registration scheme, although intrusions from the Mystical Realms were rare, after all interfering in the affairs of mortals was still a crime over there.

Then one day, well into the New Year, I was reading another blog entry from Caer about how Fid was progressing. She went on about how she was coming out of her shell flinching less around men, and even managed to psyche her self up to ask her new father if she could visit the nearby town. Like most Teenagers, Caer had found a worthy cause, but unlike such causes as banning of hunting, global warning or aids awareness, Caer"s was the healing of her twin sister, and she was doing a fine job of it too.

I closed down the lap top, it was opening time, and I had agreed to visit Angela after work to show her the latest from the O'Docherty twins.

I jumped; in front of me was the Prince Low Troll



I immediately thought of the twins, "You can not touch those two now" I told the Prince Low Troll, "They are mortals now"

The Prince Low Troll rolled his eyes up and then said in exasperation "We have no interest in them now"

Then he winked and added "Nice job, two less meddling Spirits off of the books, although for Spirits of virtue they were quite well behaved"

"Then why are you here" I asked

"I have come for you"

"Why, what have I done now"

"Graeme, my friend" The Prince Low Troll added, "You have been appointed our new leader in the Mystical Realms"

"ME????"

To be Continued

In Season Five of the Mystical Realms Sagas

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