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it’s not real, although it certainly felt it.
    ‘We have to be careful,’ he continued.  ‘If you really want to know, I followed you because I had a feeling something weird was going on.  But I didn’t see anything. I couldn’t keep up with you.’  He tapped his injured leg.  ‘I’m glad I missed it,’ he added.  ‘That’s probably a memory I could do without.’  He gave a forced laugh. 
    ‘You said that you couldn’t remember anything,’ said Tamar accusingly – referring to the aforementioned incident in the forest with Cindy.
    Denny shrugged.  ‘You see?’ he said.  ‘And I suppose you would have told me all about this would you, if I hadn’t caught you?’ 
    ‘That’s different,’ she said without thinking.  ‘You said you knew it wasn’t real …’ Then she clapped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late.
    ‘But you weren’t sure?’ said Denny. ‘I see.’ He looked away biting his lip. 
    ‘Denny…?’ began Tamar, but he just gave her a look, which silenced her.  She had never known him so cold.
    Denny sat down suddenly as if his leg was giving him pain, and Tamar hurt inside that she could not comfort him – he did not want her right now.
    There was a long, awkward silence in which nobody seemed to know what to say.
     Eventually Stiles spoke. ‘We should get back,’ he said  
    And Denny attacked him.  
     
    It was a more evenly matched fight than it would otherwise have been, inasmuch as Stiles was managing to hold his own due to Denny’s injury.  But he found it hard – as the guilty party – to fight back with any real commitment.  He felt he deserved his beating, and frankly, he wanted it.  Only his instinctive sense of self-preservation made him defend himself at all, and Denny was beating him down.
    ‘Stop it,’ shouted Tamar.  ‘You’ll kill him!’ 
    Denny felt as if icy water had been poured down his back at these words.  He stopped and stood up straight looking down in shock and horror at Stiles bloody face.  He felt the real world come flooding back into his consciousness.  It was true, he realised. Had he carried on he would have killed him. 
    ‘ That wasn’t real either,’ he said suddenly realising the truth. 
    ‘None of this is.  We have to get out of here,’ said Tamar. 
    ‘No, we’re being manipulated,’ said Denny.  ‘All this, right from Cindy coming down here in the first place, it was all planned.  We can’t leave yet; we have to find out why.’
    ‘I don’t care why.’
    ‘I don’t believe you,’ said Denny bluntly.  ‘Of course you care, but something doesn’t want us here, and doesn’t want you to care.  You have to fight it.  You always care, remember that!  Now heal Jack up and let’s go.’
    ‘The Sidhe?’ said Tamar bending down to take care of Stiles. 
    ‘What?’
    ‘You said something doesn’t want us here, but we know what it is, don’t we?  The Sidhe.’ 
    ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ said Denny. 
     

~Chapter Five ~
    ‘F aeries!’ thought Hecaté, ‘after all this time?’ She had seen Faeries before, many centuries ago, and knew well the destruction they could wreak.  But she thought that they had all been banished or destroyed or something.  However, it appeared that they had only been biding their time.  Biding their time until what , though?  What did they want now?  What they always wanted of course, she realised.  Entertainment. 
    ‘Oh, yes’!   she thought.  ‘They think that humans are toys.’ 
    Watching people make fools of themselves was by way of light entertainment for the Faeries.  Like TV.  “All The World’s a Stage” or rather, in these modern days, a Soap Opera.
    But it was worse than that, because they had the power to direct the action.  
    They had been gone for centuries – or had they?  – So, what had happened to them?  Somebody had dealt with them once.
    She realised that she was getting incoherent.