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got Mordon’s attention, I pointed her out and we
followed at a distance. Everyone was outside enjoying the break from the rain,
so at least we weren’t obvious.
    “You left her ? And got Divina ? What did
you do so well?”
    “I didn’t leave her for Divina… I left her for Duran.
I couldn’t learn magic on Earth and becoming the Guardian was… It just felt
like the right thing to do.”
    “You could have taken her with you.”
    I opened my mouth to argue, but I had nothing to say.
Luckily, Mordon knew me and respected me enough not to push. Vivian arrived at
a decent little two-story brick house with a one-and-a-half-car garage and a
quant, fenced-in backyard.
    We waited for a while before going up to her door and
knocking. Vivian answered the door and threw herself into my arms.
    “Hello, Vi,” I said. I extracted myself politely and
with great difficulty.
    She wore a very tight, light green tank top, a dark
green denim jacket, a gold belt, and tight, camouflage-patterned jeans. She was
still tall and model thin, but I didn’t feel the same attraction for her as I
used to. My insouciance wasn’t surprising; I loved Divina.
    “Dylan, god, I thought I would never see you again.
How have you been? Where have you been?” She pulled me inside and Mordon
followed.
    “Far away. I took an apprenticeship. I’m sorry I
disappeared on you.”
    “Don’t worry about it. You had responsibilities.
Magic and all that.”
    I froze. What the hell is going on? I felt
like I was in the middle of a bad joke or B-movie and everyone on Duran and
Earth was in on it. “What do you know about that?” I asked.
    Vivian sat on the couch and picked up her tea. “Not
much. I met a friend of yours who explained to me that you are learning magic
to defend people. So very you.”
    I plopped down on a chair across from her, then
jumped back up in shock as I had sat on a plastic toy. I got a cold feeling as
I regarded the toy. The room was modern with off-white walls, matching carpet,
and black leather couch and chairs. The television was large and tables classy.
It was a very mature room with stuffed animals and toys strewn about. No
child’s drawings or coloring books… just baby toys.
    “Do you have a baby?” I asked. Vivian smiled, got up,
and left the room. She returned a minute later holding a tiny baby.
    “He’s eighteen months old.”
    Before I could object, she sat him in my lap. His shiny
hair was sort of a medium brown/copper, too dark to be ginger but definitely
more red than brown. He looked up at me with an incredible shade of purple
eyes; an eye color I have seen before.
    “He’s sago!” I declared unwisely. I glanced over at
Mordon to make sure. I had gotten used to Mordon having one purple eye and one
blue, and purple eyes was not an uncommon color on Duran.
    “He’s mine,” she corrected. “His name is Samhail and
I’m his mother. That makes him half human.”
    “Who is his father?” I asked. The baby let out a
giggle and head-butted my chest.
    “Sammy, stop it, that’s not your daddy. A friend of
yours. I won’t say anything more, though. I don’t want to give away any secrets
he might have. Oh, shit.” She jumped out of her chair.
    I smelled the smoke and got up, careful not to jar
the baby in case he would start crying. The back of the easy chair I was
sitting on had caught fire.
    Then, as suddenly as it had started, the flames died.
I looked at Mordon. He nodded, letting me know he put the fire out. The baby
babbled and reached for Mordon. Vivian reached behind the chair and pulled out
a candle that had fallen from the shelf.
    “You are just as unlucky as you’ve always been. I
should have expected it,” Vivian laughed.
    But it had been a long times since I was unlucky.
    “So what have you been up to?” she asked.
    “Well, other than learning magic, I’m sort of
engaged.”
    “That’s fantastic. Have any babies of your own?”
    “No, no, nothing like that. It’s complicated,