Emmy R Bennett

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Do you believe in fairies? How about mermaids?

What if you met a magical being that was both?

After their parents contract a deadly virus and are sent to the hospital, Tayla and Kyle are brought to their estranged grandmother’s farm in Lemon Cove.

It’s there they discover an enchanted garden filled with magic, fairies, and a missing crystal key. 

Will they save Lilly, the fairy mermaid, and the other fairies in time?

A magical story of hope, love, adventure, and discovery.

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Chapter 2


It isn’t long after breakfast the next morning that we hear Mrs. Bradly say, “Your ride is here, kids. Clean up, quickly, please. I don’t want the driver to come to the door.”

My brother looks at me with disappointed eyes. “It’s going to be fine, Kyle. You’ll see.” I try to stay as positive as I can considering the situation, we’re all in. I grab my eight-year-old brother’s hand and we follow Mrs. Bradly to the front door. She opens the entry and a cold breeze brushes through the house.

“Are you ready?” I ask, as I step out onto the porch with him. “Think of it as a grand adventure.” I smile, trying to keep upbeat about going to a place that neither one of us has been.

“I don’t want to go!” my brother protests.

“We have to. Don’t cause a scene,” I whisper, trying hard to stay strong for the both of us. “Remember we will always have each other. Mrs. Bradly has been very gracious to us. Don’t be rude. We must thank her for the hospitality.”

My brother grunts as he looks over his shoulder, not at all pleased with the situation. “Thank you, Mrs. Bradly,” he says. I see a tear cascade down his cheek.

“Everything will be alright,” she says, trying to assure him. Opening her arms, she gives him a comforted hug. And then looks straight into his eyes. “You be brave. Don’t worry, you will be back as soon as your parents are better.”

My friend Elise stands next to her mother. “Please write, or at lease call. You still have your cell, right?”

I grab the phone from my pocket and pull it out, raising it in the air. “Right here.”

We give each other a hug and say goodbye like it’s the last time we will see each other. I don’t want to even think like that. “We can still chat on Blue Time, too.”

The limo driver takes our bags and packs them in the trunk.

I wave to my friend again, once we reach the door of the car, and take Kyle’s hand, leading him into the vehicle first.

Inside’ there’s a counter and cabinet, along with a small refrigerator. I never dreamed of being in a car like this before. It isn’t a large limousine, but big enough for about six people. The seats are made of white leather and the floor is soft. I didn’t think they ever made cars like this. A string of lights are lit under the toe kick, allowing the inside to be bright, despite the tinted windows, shading the sun.

The driver gets in the car, and rolls the divider window down, and says, “Help yourself to anything in the kitchenette. We are in for a long drive. But plenty of food and drink for you, both.”

Thank you, sir,” I say.

“Call me, Dexter.” He smiles and rolls the window back up.

We drive most of the afternoon, and all through the night. It isn’t until the next day when the sun shines through the window, do I realize I fell asleep. The car pulls into a gas station and the driver rolls the window down. “Do you kids want anything?”

Shaking my head, no, I look over to see Kyle is still asleep, which in turn, deviates my eyes to look out the window where I notice a sign say, Lemon Cove.

The window separating the driver from us is still down and when Dexter gets back in the car I ask, “Are we almost there?”

“Yes,” he says. “Not much longer now. Your grandmother lives a few miles into the mountains, near Three Rivers.” He starts the car and rolls the window up.

It isn’t long before the car turns off the main highway and we are travelling up a windy dirt road. The car stops in front of a wrought iron gate with a sign that is placed to the side, that says, Faelan Ranch. Outlines of two fairies made of iron decorate the gate. I watch as the driver punches in a code and the entrance opens.

Large oak trees cover visibility to see beyond its branches, and so I wait for the car to reach the top of the hill.

Kyle stirs from the bumpy road and is soon awake. “Where are we?”

“A place called Three Rivers,” I reply.

©2020 Emmy R. Bennett


Chapter 1


My world has been turned upside down. Hearing the news today that both my parents will not be released from the hospital anytime soon, has me worried.

“You must stay strong for your little brother, my dear,” I hear my mother say over the phone.

“When are you coming home, mom?” I ask. My heart is aching. Tears well in my eyes. Mrs. Bradly our neighbor stands in the hallway watching me, while I talk to my mother. My brother watches television in the other room oblivious to what is going on.

“I don’t know darling. Your father is much worse off than we first thought.” I hear her cough, as she speaks through the phone. “I’ll be alright. I’ve made arrangements with your grandmother. She has agreed to take you for a few weeks.”

“Mom…we don’t even know her.” I look up at my friend’s mom, and she looks sad. “I want to stay with Mrs. Bradly.”

“I know sweetheart, but this is for the best right now. You will love being at your grandmother’s estate. It will be alright. Trust me.” She coughs some more, and it appears she’s having a hard time catching her breath.

Another voice comes on the phone. “I’m sorry Tayla but we must help your mother right now. We’ll keep in touch and let you know how they are doing.”

“Who is this?”

“The nurse taking care of your parents. My name is Julie. Here’s my personal cell number. You can contact me anytime you need to.”

I jot down her number. “Thanks,” I say and hang up.

I look at Mrs. Bradly and she walks to the refrigerator and pours a glass of milk. “It will be alright. Here take this.” She hands me the cup, saying, “Your mother has made arrangements for a car to pick you up in the morning. In the meantime, let’s go to your house and gather some things for you and your brother.”

She puts her arm around me and together we walk into the living room where I see my friend Elise play video games with my little brother Kyle.

“But we want to stay here with you,” I argue.

“I know. But it’s for the best right now. Besides, you will still be able to call us—anytime.” She grabs my coat and hands it to me.

I give a sad smile. “Come on Kyle, let’s go gather some of our things.”

“Can’t I do it later? I’m winning.” He’s deep into his game and I see his tongue stick out on the side, indicating he’s trying hard to concentrate.

“We’ll be back. It won’t take long,” I press.

Mrs. Bradly intervenes. “Don’t worry Kyle, we’ll save your spot on the game. Go with your sister, for now.”

He reluctantly gets up, letting out a huff of frustration.

As we walk to our house next door, Kyle bursts in disappointment, “Why can’t we stay at Mrs. Bradly’s house?”

“Because mom wants us to go live with our grandmother.”

“We don’t even know her.” I watch Kyle kick a rock into the street.

“I know.” We’ve never met our grandmother before. The only thing mom ever said about her was that she lived far away, on some estate. I don’t know why they don’t speak to each other. And now, we’re supposed to go live with her?

I spend a few minutes in my room as I gather my belongings. I told Kyle to grab his favorite things, too.

“Why do we have to go?” I hear Kyle ask again, calling to me from the other room. “I like it at Mrs. Bradly’s.” I can hear him playing with his cars, instead of packing.

“I know,” I murmur, just loud enough for my brother to hear. “Stop playing and pack up some of your toys. It will be ok. Besides, mom said that our grandmother has a huge farm filled with animals. Don’t you want to meet them?”

“I guess so,” Kyle says sulking.

Dark clouds begin to form outside, and I can hear the wind begin to howl. “We better hurry. It looks like rain will be here soon.


©2020 Emmy R. Bennett

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Cabin in the Woods


     “When was the last time we took a trip to Mt. Rainier?” Dad asks.

      I’m sure it’s a distraction from what’s really going on. Aunt Fran has her arm folded across her chest, looking out the window, ignoring his question.

      He looks in the rear-view mirror at me and says, “Well aren’t you all just a cheerful bunch. Come on guys, this is supposed to be a memorable family event.”

      “Yeah, some memory,” I spat. “Just admit it, Dad. We’re running again, and you know it.”

      “Is that what you think?”

      I see the coolness in his eyes. He’s trying to convince me otherwise. “When are we going to stop fleeing from the demons that you think, are chasing us? Am I not allowed to have a normal teenage life?” I didn’t wait for his answer. “Oh, wait that’s right, I’m almost eighteen. Just a few more days, and I’m out of here.”

     Dad swerves the car to the side of the road and pulls over. He turns around to face me, saying, as he points his finger, “Now you listen to me young lady. You’re not too old for me, to put you over my knee. You know exactly why we are leaving Blaine. They are close on our tail, and the mountains are the only place where we can hide.”

     I roll my eyes at him and fold my arms. All my life I remember us running. Trying to get away from the “bad men,” Dad would always say are after us. For years now, it’s a consistent battle of hide and seek. We would get settled into a new place and live there for a year, sometimes two, and bam! Uprooted again, away from the ‘demons’ Dad so passionately believes are after us. I haven’t seen so much as a ghost, let alone a demon. I straighten my back and glance out the window. “Whatever,” I say,

    After a moments pause, Dad pulls out onto the road again.

    A few hours later we reach a crossroads and he turns off the main path to a dirt lane. A sign hangs on the gate post saying The Smiths’.

   “Dad, we’re trespassing.”

   I can see him grinning in the rear-view mirror. “Did I not tell you? I have a fake ID. It’s my alias John Smith.” My aunt looks over to my dad and gives a smirk.

   It isn’t long after driving down this dirt muddy road that we come to a log cabin hidden within the trees, but this isn’t any log cabin I’ve ever seen. It looks like something out of a magazine. It has a three-car garage with river rock decorating the outer façade.  Dad hits the remote on his visor saying, “Home sweet home.”

   “Dang, Dad, where have you been hiding this place?”

   “It’s been in the family for years.”

   He pulls in, closes the garage door, and turns off the ignition. “Let’s get unpacked.”

   We grab our luggage from the trunk, and I follow Dad and Aunt Fran through the laundry room to the inside. It’s warm and inviting, looking more like a house than a log cabin.

   We reach the living room to see a fire is already lit and someone seated in a chair reading. “I see you made it,” she says.

   “Hang on a second.” I know that voice. I drop my bags and step to face the intruder in Dads home. “Rory, is that you?”

   She puts down her book. “Surprise,” she says, coming to give me a hug.

   “Rory, what are you doing here?”

   She ignores my question, and takes my hand, saying, “Come on let me show you to our room.”

   “Wait, wait, wait.” I turn around to see Dad’s pleased face.

   “You had it all planned out, didn’t you?”

   “I did mention, I can see the future.”

   “Ha ha.” I look at Rory and point. “You my dear friend have some explaining to do.”

   Dad moves to the fireplace and messes with the wood, putting another log on the fire.

   “Is this our only source of heat?” I ask. Concerned that we have no electricity.

   “The furnace will take some time to warm up. It hasn’t been on for years. In fact, I don’t even know if it still works.”

   “Great.” I walk to the switch to confirm his theory and flick on the lights, “Yes, electricity.” Then check my phone. “Great, no service.”

   “What did you expect out here in the middle of nowhere?” Fran says, lugging in more baggage from the car. “Welcome to your five-star hotel suite, princess.”

   I roll my eyes annoyed at them both and stomp up the stairs with Rory, taking one of my suitcases with me.

   “Don’t mind, them,” Rory says. “Come on, this way.”

   I can’t help but think something very odd is going on. We reach a large room at the end of the hall with bunk beds.

   “Can I take the top?” Rory calls out sprinting to the ladder.

   “I swear Rory, you act like a seven-year-old kid, who’s never seen bunk beds before.” I laugh.

   “Ha, ha. And no, I have never slept on a top bunk before. I’ve always wanted to, though.”

   “Not even sleeping over at a friend’s house?”

   “No, never. This is a first for me, Wynter.”

   “Huh,” I say, stunned. “In that case have at it, my friend.”

   I throw my luggage on the bottom bunk, and ask, “So, Rory, tell me, why are you here? I saw Dad compel you at my house.”

   “Yeah, about that,” she starts, appearing hesitant to answer. “He didn’t know who might be listening and it was a cover to get you safely here, away from the demons that are after you.

   I throw up my hands. “What demons, Rory? I swear, between you and my Dad—”

   “They are real, Wynter. They really do exist.”

   “And what, I’m just supposed to believe that?” My mind’s in chaos, trying to think of the right words to articulate.

   “Think about it, Wynter. You have been running your whole life, did you ever stop to wonder why?”

   “The move from Florida to Washington…” I say, beginning to put two and two together slowly.

Rory nods.

   “Are you saying those were demons and not men in suits chasing us?” I pause a minute. “Wait, how to you know about that?” My thoughts ramble in my head as I gently grab the charm on my neck, intertwining it with my fingertips.

   “Your eighteenth birthday is near. They will stop at nothing to find you.”

   I hear someone pound the steps. Moments later Dad bursts into the room. “They found us.”

   “What? How?” Rory says. I watch her go to the closet and grab a bow and arrow. I see her body language turn from my best friend into what some might see as a bodyguard.

   “Are you kidding me right now?” I ask, stunned.

   Rory’s eyes bulge and I see the tension in her frame, build. “No, not kidding. Jeff, get her downstairs to the basement.”

   “Rory, who are you?”

   She smirks. “Your guardian, my sweet friend. I’m known to many others as a Shadow Hunter, also as, an assassin…Now scoot.”

   This is a side of Rory I never saw coming.

   When we get to the bottom of the stairs, Aunt Fran has a shotgun loaded, and ready. She hands it to Dad. Aunt Fran begins chanting a spell from a book she holds in her right hand. I notice labradorite hanging in every windowsill.

   “How long before they are here?” Rory finally yells, as she pulls from one of the duffel bags on the floor a handgun and begins loading it.

   “What? Not a bow and arrow?” I ask.

   She gives a wry glance. “It’s my backup.”

   I watch Dad load his front pocket with extra boxed ammunition.

  “Seriously? What in the hell is going on with everyone?” I yell out in frustration.

   “They are here,” My aunt calls.


©2018 Emmy R. Bennett

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