Jarin arrived at the Master’s glade shortly after class had begun. He ignored the glimmer and shimmer in the air as dozens of fairies practiced spells and flew straight to the Master.

“She’s not coming,” he said as he landed in front of the old fairy.

With a wave of his hand, the Master dismissed his pupil. “I did not think she would, not with you there.”

Jarin’s eyes widened. “Then why did you ask me to come?”

“Because she’s a head-strong girl,” the Master hissed. “And she needs to learn her place.”

“And where is her place?”

“Oh don’t you get your wings in a knot, Jarin. I need you. Her place is here of course with the rest of us, but I’m the Master. Not her. I see the healing potential within her. She could be normal.” The Master shrugged.

Jarin turned to the Master. “Normal?”

Fluttering his hands, the old fairy muttered, “pay no mind to me, boy. Go after her. See that she’s safe.” Jarin opened his mouth to protest, but the Master raised his hand. “She’s gone to see that bear friend of hers. She’ll listen to you once she’s calmed down as long as you don’t mention me.”

Jarin hopped into the air, but the Master spoke again “And Jarin.”

“Yes?”

“Stay near her, boy. She’s important."