Emmy R Bennett

Writer of Paranormal, Mystery and Fantasy.

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Just Released Oct 21st, 2020

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The Fairy Mermaid and the Crystal Key

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The prefect gift this holiday season 

 

 

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.

I’m excited to reveal the book cover of my newest release coming this fall.

 

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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.

This story is available on Wattpad only. Read in full here: The Fairy Mermaid and the Crystal Key

 

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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