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find Kennan wearing a strange expression. It was part serious Guardian and
part “Oh crap she is gonna kill me.”  He had some explaining to do.
    I arched my brow at him to which he
shrugged his shoulders. We walked into what must be Isadora’s study and found
her seated by a great fireplace in a high wingback chair. She looked up from
her book with a beaming smile. She rose with the grace of rippling water and
moved towards Kennan and me. When she was before us, she reached up and brushed
a hand down each of our cheeks.
    “I am so glad you could make it. I
just wish it could have been under happier circumstances. I had wished your
next visit would be for the ceremony,” she smiled before motioning for us to
sit down.
    “Molly, Ian, if you will go and get
settled in I would appreciate it. I need to have a word in private with Kennan
and Izzy.” Isadora always said things in a way which made you believe you had
the choice but really there was no room for argument. I wondered how she had
developed such a talent.
    As soon as they left the room, I
turned back to Isadora and Kennan. They were exchanging a knowing glance. I
looked over to Breanan and Conall, neither of which gave anything away.
    “Alright, what gives? Why is
everyone treating me like royalty? What ceremony? More importantly, why
couldn’t Molly and Ian stick around?” I asked, unsure of what was going on. The
moment I felt like I had a foothold in this bizarre world things shifted again.
It was really bothersome.
    “You have not told her anything,
have you? Really, Kennan I am disappointed. How many more conversations must we
have?” she said shaking her head.
    “I didn’t think it was the right
time. I wanted to wait until after the wedding. I wanted to give her some
normalcy. At least for a while,” Kennan muttered.
    “It is all an illusion, my dear
Guardian. You know that in this world she will never be normal,” Isadora said
sadly.
    “Sitting. Right. Here,” I said,
getting annoyed. Everyone was speaking in subtext and code again. If they
didn’t start explaining themselves soon, I was going to lose it.
    “Yes, dear, we know you are here,”
Isadora said patiently. “First things first, tell me what you have seen. The dreams,
the vision, I need to know it all.”
    I spilled everything, from the
first dream I had up until the vision that had occurred only hours before. It
might as well have been a lifetime for all that seemed to have happened between
then and now. As the memories flowed from my lips, the uneasiness settled in my
stomach. I knew whatever was about to happen, whatever Isadora was going to say
would leave me forever changed. I just hoped I would be able to survive this
time.
    “Well, that makes some sense I
suppose. I have been unable to see her as well. It is most unfortunate,” she
said with all of the concern of someone who had asked for no ketchup on their
burger but got it anyway. She was as bizarre as she always had been. “I have a
picture that I need to show you dear. It will be quite unsettling, but I feel
you must see it. It seems that your time is coming sooner than we thought it
would and I must prepare you for the role you must play. Part of that is
keeping you completely informed. You must understand what I am about to show
you is not to be shared lightly. If you feel you must include Molly and Ian
that is fine, but I would rather keep it within this group.” She motioned to
the people standing in the room.
    I didn’t like the idea of keeping
anything from Molly or Ian but if whatever she showed me was that disturbing, I
would. They had enough to deal with as it was. Especially Molly. She still
didn’t know where her mother was. I couldn’t heap anything else on top of that
stress.
    Isadora moved over to her mahogany
desk and pulled out a file. She stared down at the folder in her hands for a
moment before looking up to lock eyes with Breanan. He nodded almost
imperceptibly in her direction, spurring her