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Jaycee's Blog - Tue, Jan 10

Added 2023-01-10 14:05:01 +0000 UTC

I woke up this morning (after a night of feverish and highly sexual dreams) in a room that I didn't recognize at first. I also...felt different. It was a bit dark so I couldn't see clearly, but I recognized almost immediately the once-familiar buzzing of faerie wings. Many of them.

"He's awake," a tiny female voice said. I heard the clapping of tiny hands.

"Forget awake, he's alive," said another.

I searched the area and found them. Four faeries. My faeries. As the cobwebs of sleep lifted from my brain, I realized where I was.

And who I was.

I was—I am—Jaycee once again. I'm me!

One of the faeries zipped up straight to my face. It was Attitude. She bitch-slapped my nose like I'd done something wrong, glaring at me with an anger I hadn't seen in her very often.

"What was that for? And what are you doing here?"

"You were in trouble. Brooke guessed it, he called Priya, she told me."

"And you got me back?" I asked. "How did you do that?"

Attitude shook her head. "You're not back. There's a connection between you and Brooke so we used it to bring you here so you'd tell us what's going on. You've got the day at most before you're yanked back to your body. Brooke's body."

So we spoke. I told them about Morgan Reiss, then about Faerie X, whose name I finally revealed at the very end: Tarantina. Attitude gasped and turned white as a ghost.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Do you know her?"

"Yes," she said, "and you're in a LOT of trouble."

"Why? What's wrong? Who is she?"

Attitude paused before answering. "She's my mom."

--Jaycee