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portals.  Also known as the Sidhe or the Tuatha De Danann, their homeland has been dubbed Tir Na Nog, a plane that is usually inaccessible to other beings.
    Upon Tir Na Nog exist two sections of Fae society: Seelie and Unseelie.  The Seelie Court is headed by the Summer Queen, whose palace is located at the Shining Hall, whilst the Unseelie Court, whose ruler is the Winter King, can be found at the Soul Barrow.
    In lore it is believed that the Seelie Fae are ‘good’ and Unseelie Fae are ‘bad’.  The reality is considerably more complicated and both Seelie and Unseelie are known for causing havoc and destruction.  Seelie Fae, however, tend to be less inclined to truly malignant mischief.  Both Courts are considerably at odds with each other, despite the role of the Unseelie Fae in protecting all of Tir Na Nog and the balance that each provides the other.  Darkness cannot exist without light and summer does not exist without winter.
    Hmmm.  Nothing particularly new or unsurprising although Solus had seemed offended when I’d suggested that he was Unseelie.  If this othersite was accurate, then surely it was actually the task of the Unseelie Fae to decide whether or not I was a threat, not the Seelies.  I pondered that for a moment and then shrugged.  I couldn’t find anything about Solus himself and, whilst the absence of evidence was not evidence itself, it did suggest that perhaps I shouldn’t be getting my knickers into too much of a twist.  He was probably just a Solitary Fae rather than a member of the Trooping Fae, the aristocracy of the Faeries. But it wasn’t paranoia if they really were after you.  I glanced around my little bedsit and estimated that it would take no more than thirty minutes to pack up my belongings and go.  I was paid up in rent until the end of next week; I’d just have to swallow the loss in income.  It would probably take a couple of hours to get up to Clava Cairns, say an hour to find enough blisterwort for Mrs Alcoon, a couple of hours back and perhaps to pass on my apologies and goodbyes to her - and then I could be on my way out of town by early evening.
    I found some images of the little plant so that I would know exactly what I was looking for.  Opening up one of the image sites fully, I scanned through the information there detailing the herb’s medicinal qualities.  Apparently it was good for settling nausea, nerves and high temperatures, as well as reducing the impact of red fever.  The site cautioned against using it whilst pregnant, however.  I snorted slightly and closed the laptop lid, leaving it on top of the bed where I could grab it quickly later along with the rest of my stuff.  Then I hooked up my old trusty backpack and left.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    If I hadn’t been in such a rush to get back so I could say my goodbyes to Inverness then I’d probably have run up all the way up to Clava Cairns in my jogging gear.  At least working up a sweat might have staved off the cold somewhat and it would have given me the chance to start to recoup some of my earlier fitness levels.  As it was though I was itching to get this last errand done and out of the way so I could get on my way. I hopped onto the local bus to try to cut down on some time.  Typically, however, despite the almost complete lack of passengers, the bus seemed to stop every ten metres at every single bus shelter along the way.  I could feel my irritation rising and annoyed heat coiling itself around my intestines.  I was tempted to march up to the driver and demand that he move just a little bit faster but I had the sense that if I tried anything like that he’d deliberately take his time and fall behind schedule. 
    After twenty-five minutes of continual stopping and starting, a greasy looking guy clambered onboard, huffing and puffing as he lurched up the aisle.  There was the distinct reek of stale alcohol emanating out of his pores and I tried to breathe through my mouth and