Incest/Taboo Spellbound

Last time on Spellbound...

How she felt so used as Adam took her from behind, not giving her a moment to gather herself. How she fucking loved it! She's hasn't had this hard, pounding, anger-filled sex since the first night Jason had fucked her after she had given herself to Edward for the first time. Jason was just as rough with her then as his son was now. Panting heavily into the seat as her cunt dripped in her own nectar and Adam's semen as his two loads leaked out of her very satisfied love tunnel.

"You be safe on that thing, Adam," Amanda spoke from the open car window as Adam stood beside her car after she had cleaned up her and his juices and aired out the back of the car. "I'll be in touch," she said, rolling up the window as her car began to lift off.

Adam narrowed his eyes at the bottom of the car. Unsure he could believe a word she had uttered. He knew she had to have some angle she was playing; what that was, he just couldn't see it. Was his need to exact justice on Edward clouding his sight to the schemes of his mother? Possibly. If that was the case, he would deal with it then. What his mother was up to was of little import to him. Killing Edward, that's all he cared about. However, there was one place he needed to be. Jumping on his broom and zooming off towards his grandparents' shop.

Adam saw his grandfather outside waving to a happy customer as she left when he came in for a landing. Seeing Frank's wide, happy smile lighting up his face as he jumped off his broom. Embracing his grandfather in a tight hug before Frank pulled away.

"We need to talk."

"Okay, this sounds serious," Frank muttered, seeing the look in his grandson's eyes.

"It is; it's about Dad," Adam said in a firm tone.

"Alright, come in, and we'll talk," Frank said in a grandfatherly tone as he placed his right hand on Adam's arm. "So, how're your studies going?" he asked, sliding his arm along Adam's shoulders as they neared the front door of his wife's shop.

"Same as always, court life is getting interesting," Adam spoke in a warm tone.

"I know, we heard about your duel. Even out here, it's been the talk of the town. So you modified your own father's spell he created to make you laugh," Frank said, with a knowing smile on his lips.

"Yeah," Adam muttered in a bashful tone.

"Elenore! Guess who came for dinner, again!" Frank called out once they stepped into the shop. Flipping over the open sign to closed and locking the door.

"Well, I'll be, seems I just can't get rid of you," Elenore joked, her face beamed with happiness at the sight of her grandson. "Get over here and give me a hug!" she cooed, holding out her arms to him. Holding him tight as she rocked him just like she had done in his youth. Yet she sensed something was off with him. "Adam, what's wrong?"

"Can we talk somewhere more private?" Adam asked low just in case Edward had someone tailing him or magically keeping tabs on him.

"Yes, of course, come on back," Elenore stated, not liking the look in his eyes. She knew it meant trouble. Jason had the same look before he found himself in the middle of it or was the cause of said trouble. Leading Adam, with Frank tailing behind them, into their living quarters that made up the back half and second floor of the building they had bought when they arrived in town. "Adam, what are you doing?" Elenore asked, looking worryingly at her husband.

"Making sure we aren't overheard," Adam answered as he layered one spell after another along the walls and windows of his grandparent's living room.

"Why?"

"It's about Jason, honey," Frank whispered in her ear.

"What do you mean about our son?" Elenore asked, her head snapped over to Frank as her voice grew hard.

"I don't know, honey, just that Adam needed to talk to us," Frank answered truthfully.

"You two might want to have a seat," Adam said, gesturing to their couch, rechecking the spells, and checking them again. He couldn't take the chance of anyone overhearing this conversation. No. If Edward had his minions spying on him, he couldn't tip off the man on just what he was going to do to him.

"Adam, you're starting to scare me," Elenore said in a small voice.

"Sorry, grandma, I'm not trying to, yet what I have to say needs to stay within these walls," Adam spoke in a stern manner. Seeing the two people, he's loved and cared for staring at him with worried eyes as he sank down into the seat across from them.

"Okay, Adam, what is it that you fear your words will be overheard?" Frank asked, squeezing Elenore into him.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush. Edward had Dad murdered," Adam said factually. Watching how his grandmother's hand flew to her mouth and how his grandfather scowled at the name of the man that broke his family apart.

"How can you be sure?" Frank asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I read the police report they had on Dad's death. It was altered, magically," seeing their eyes widened at that, "while there wasn't a single piece of evidence that pointed directly at the man, yet there was enough there to show he had a hand in it," Adam said, laying out what he had seen in the file once he had restored it before whoever had altered it for Edward's benefit.

"Adam, what are you planning on doing?" Elenore asked, fearful of what her grandson was about to walk willingly into.

"I'm going to destroy him," Adam spoke in a cold tone. "I'm going to take everything from him. His title, his lands, his money, his power, then I am going to end him, permanently," he hissed as the magjols in the air began to sizzle and spark as Adam's rage burned in his blood.

"Son, I want the man to pay just as much as you do. I want it with every fiber of my being for what he's done to us, to you, to this family. Yet, don't you see this anger you have; it's going to be the cause of your own undoing," Frank spoke in a pleading tone.

"I hear you, grandpa, but people like him won't ever be punished for the crimes they committed. I promise you; I'm not going to rush into anything. If I can get the evidence to prove that directly points at him, I'll use it and bring him down that way. If I can't, I'll do what I have to, to see that Dad's killer doesn't profit from his ill-gotten gains a moment longer."

"Adam, do you really have to do this? Yes, losing our son was one of the hardest things we've ever had to endure, but if we lose you too..."

"I promise, grandma, that won't happen," Adam said with determination.

"There's no talking you out of this, is there?" Frank asked, sighing when Adam shook his head.

"Edward needs to die. If the law is working with him, then we can be assured that he will never face his punishment for his actions. And I, for one, will not allow Dad's death to go unpunished," Adam stated in a stern tone.

"Just promise you'll be safe and not get caught," Elenore sighed in defeat.

"Of course, grandma, now I have something I need to ask of you," Adam spoke, staring right at his grandmother.

"Me?!" Elenore acted surprised when her grandson's gaze fell onto her.

"Mmmhmm," Adam nodded.

"What about?" Elenore asked curiously.

"The Fae, their lands, and everything in-between."

"Now you've done it," Frank chuckled as he shook his head at how excited Elenore looked. That was always the case when it came to the Fae.

"Huh? I don't understand." Tilting his head to the side as Elenore bolted out of the room.

"Frank! Come help me!" Elenore shouted as she went to fetch the tomes she had on the Fae and those tied to it or their lands.

"Coming dear," Frank uttered, getting to his feet.

"Now, long before even I was born, this world and the Fae lands were pretty interconnected," Elenore spoke in a teacherly voice once eight, five-inch thick, aged tomes sat on his grandmother's coffee table before him. "You know what they look like; you are probably one of the few that truly knows what their realm looks like these days." Adam's eyes followed after her as Elenore paced the room. "Queen Titania, or she's sometimes referred to as Queen Mab..."

"Who..." Adam barely dodged in time as the book at the bottom of one of the stacks came flying at him. They stared in shock and fear as the book opened on its own, and pages began to turn on their own until it came to a stop on the description of Titania and a very good likeness of her. Jumping from his seat when the picture smiled and winked at him. Adam had no earthly idea what the hell was going on, and he rightly didn't want to know either. From the looks on his grandparents' faces, they didn't have a clue either.

"Adam, what's going on? What have you gotten yourself into?" Elenore asked, knowing if the tales were true, the Fae could be there to aid Adam or ruin him.

"I don't even bloody know, grandma!" Adam uttered, clearly at a loss as well.

"That book has never done that, and I've spoken Queen Titania's name all my life, and never once has it ever done that," Elenore spoke, pointing at the book as Frank nodded along. "Have you seen something, something that shouldn't be but is?" she asked cryptically.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, have you seen something from their world here in ours?" Elenore clarified. "It could be anything; think Adam, it's important," she said in a worrying tone. Depending on what he has seen... she just prayed it was one of the more friendlier kind of Fae. However, she was not expecting her grandson to point right at the picture of Queen Titania herself. "Oh, this is bad, this is very bad," Elenore mumbled as she paced in a circle with her chin in hand. Trying to figure out a way to get him off of her radar. Titania wasn't known to be a pleasant Fae on the best of days; that didn't mean it didn't happen. Nonetheless, it would be safer to side on the error of caution.

"What do you mean, Elenore?" Frank asked; he's never believed in the old tales. He always thought that's what they were, tales and nothing more. He never once thought the Fae, their lands were real until Adam walked in with that staff of his. "Elenore?!" he called after her as she just left the room without a word to them.

"Don't go anywhere!' Elenore called out as she raced to find the item she hoped would protect her grandson. She might have created it herself, yet she made it based on the specifications in one of her books.

"Elenore!" Frank cried out when the book, one that had crashed into the back of the small sofa and opened all by itself, slid towards Adam, nearly causing him to crawl over the back of the couch just to get away from it.

"Just a minute, Frank!"

"No, you really need to come out here, like right now, the damn book moved on its own again!" Frank nearly shouted, so very glad he wasn't an old man any longer. He knew if this happened back then, before Adam had given him and Elenore the Elixir of Life, he would have keeled over by now. Seeing how Adam looked around the room, not searching for something, more like seeing something they couldn't. "Adam, what do you see? Adam, can you hear me?"

At that moment, the world around him went grey, which was weird to Adam, even for him. He knew his grandfather was speaking, yet no sound came from his mouth. Which was impossible?! He felt his heckles on end as sounds of feet ran away from him, towards him, behind him, in front of him, beside him, and even on the ceiling above him, and still, he couldn't see a damn thing. A chill crept up his spine as the giggle that filled the air was rather creepy; at least Adam thought so. He knew he couldn't use his magic, one he had no clue on what would work on the Fae, seeing how he didn't even know they existed in the first place, and he wasn't about to go slinging spells in his grandparents' home willy-nilly either. However, that didn't mean he couldn't protect himself if the need arose.

Adam watched as his grandfather scurried out of his seat, yet what Frank was screaming; he couldn't say as he ran to fetch Elenore as Adam's staff returned to its original size. The book lifted off the couch when he began to chant his protection spell. Its pages flipping rapidly before tree roots shot forth and encircled around the shaft of his mage staff. Adam's muscles bulged as he fought against the pull of whatever the hell had ensnared his staff. So caught up in ensuring he wouldn't be pulled into that book or wherever it led to, he didn't see how his grandparents had rushed back into the room, nor did he hear the spell that Elenore chanted before Adam fell backwards hard on his ass. Then sound and color were restored in a blink of an eye, and the book closed and bounced on the cushion before landing in a hard thump on the floor by his feet. Adam scrambled backwards, putting as much distance between it and himself.

"What the hell just happened?!" Adam exclaimed.

"Adam, what did you see?" Elenore asked, trying to calm her grandson as she noted how his chest was heaving, the way he still gripped his staff like he was waiting for something to leap out and attack him. To the way his eyes darted about, to his nervous movements as he spun around like he could feel something behind him.

"I saw... hell, I don't know!"

"Adam, I need you to calm down; I need you to think, to remember, can you do that for me?" Elenore uttered in a sweet tone. "Good, good, now tell me, what did you see?"

"Other than those roots or whatever it was trying to pull me into that book? Nothing. I heard a lot," Adam said truthfully. "What did you do? How did you get the world back from its silent, grey atmosphere?"

"Is that what you experienced?" Elenore asked for clarification.

"Yeah, I knew grandpa was talking but couldn't hear a thing other than that creepy giggling."

"I used an old spell I found in my youth when I was fascinated..." Rolling her eyes when Frank snorted behind her, "with the Fae, given what I've read and heard about them, I thought I should be prepared in case I ever came upon one. I promise you, they won't come back for a while," Elenore stated, more like hoped, when she led Adam back to the sofas. "Here, you need this more than I do," she said, laying the amulet she had created long ago in his hand.

"What's this?" Adam asked curiously.

"Something that will protect you from Fae magic," Elenore hoped. Watching how Adam tapped the tome that still sat on the floor with the butt end of his staff. Thinking it would jump back up and start all over again. Seeing how Frank tentatively picked it up and held it out away from him like it was cursed. Watching her grandson returning his staff to its holder before falling back onto the sofa.

"Okay, why is she after me? What could she want from me?" Adam finally asked after a few moments of silence.

"I don't know, honey, the Fae haven't interacted with this world for a very long time," Elenore said, placing a hand on Frank's knee when he returned to his spot beside her. "There was a time when man and Fae interacted like anyone else out in the world. Then I don't know what happened, but a few hundred years ago, the portals to their realm just seemed to seal themselves off from ours. So everything I have here," gesturing to the books before her, "is what people have culminated from legends, fairytales, or passed down orally. I can't tell you what is true and just the writer's imagination. However, I can tell you the types of Fae that are out there because there are still some that choose to remain in our world."

"Like?" Adam urged her on with a roll of his hand.

"Gnomes, Dwarfs to an extent, Trolls, Sprites, Brownies, Fairies, Pixies, Treants, those are just the few that I know of," Elenore spoke as she listed off the kinds of Fae that were spoken about in her books. "You'll read about many more of them in there," she nodded to the stack of books.

"I'll make us some tea," Frank whispered, feeling the heat of his wife's cheek as he placed a kiss on it before getting to his feet when it seemed like it was going to be a long night. When he returned, Frank noted how Adam listened intently while the conjured scroll and quill were taking down everything Elenore recited. He knew his wife didn't need to open one of those books, not with the amount of time he knew she had her nose in them. "What's wrong, Adam?" Frank asked worryingly when his grandson's head shot back when he brought his cup up to his lips. They both looked in shock as the once hot, steaming liquid was frozen in his cup when Adam set it down with a message carved on its surface that said: 'Come to me.' Elenore's hand flew into his and squeezed it tight as a window into the world of the Fae opened to the left of them near the wall of the room. "Adam?!" Frank spoke about to get to his feet until vines sprouted from their sofa and pinned them to their seats.

"You want me, fine, you release them, now!" Adam growled, his magic lacing his words as he stared at that open portal.

"Enter, and they will be freed," came a voice of authority and grace.

"Adam, don't..." Elenore began to speak only to have her mouth gagged as vines wrapped themselves around her head.

"Don't worry, I will be back," Adam stated with conviction as he peered back at his grandparents before stepping through the portal.

The next morning...

Amanda hummed as she walked through the home she shared with Edward. Feeling rather empty now that Edward Jr. and Jill had started their college courses. Wearing the mask she had donned ever since, she's become her son's lover. Granted, she had to use old magic, the magic she knew he wouldn't know how to counter, to get him to sleep with her. Yet how she loved feeling that hard, long cock of his fucking her. Slyly glancing at her husband from the corner of her eye as they ate their breakfast, knowing after being with Adam, she could never feel his small cock. She didn't leave Jason because Edward was a better lover; no, she did it so her children wouldn't know what it was like to struggle through life as a commoner. She couldn't undo the anger in her son that her own actions had caused, yet she didn't need him to love her to fuck her. Wondering when the next time she would be able to see her son, just so he could use her all over again like he had done in the back of her car.

"So dear, how did yesterday go?" Edward asked; his contact had already told him what had happened. He wondered if she would even tell him the truth.

"Well, I don't know if you know this, but someone altered the police report on Jason's death," Amanda stated, knowing she was going to have to spread some truth among her lies. "Adam is out for blood. I know you didn't have a hand in it, dear," she said sweetly, laying her hand on his forearm. "That doesn't mean Adam believed it. He's still under the impression that you did even though the file showed no signs of your involvement." Listening to him sigh, wondering how Edward was going to spin this.

"I am sorry, Amanda. I know my behavior hasn't endured me to your son. I honestly have no idea who killed your ex-husband or for what reason. Yes, I did try to make his life miserable for the slander he was running in the papers. Yet I would never, ever have the man killed because of it; you have to believe me," Edward said in a warm tone as he laid his left hand over hers.

"I do, honey, now it's getting Adam to believe it," Amanda lied. There was just too much circumstantial evidence in the file and the items they had gathered that pointed at Edward. While she knew that no one would reopen Jason's case based on what evidence they had, something she was sure Edward was counting on, that only made her task of worming her way back into Adam's life all that much more urgent. She knew the perfect way, too. Wondering if she could sneak Adam into the manor without getting Edward aroused by it. She would have to think about that for a bit. She knew she was playing with fire, pitting her son against Edward, and knew either one wouldn't hesitate to kill her if they found out she was doing that.

"So, what are your plans for the day?" Edward asked, pleased she hadn't lied to him about what happened at the police station. Still under the false assumption that Amanda was still on his side.

"Oh, well, you know how Adam and I talked at the Gala, right?" Amanda mused, seeing Edward nod. "Well, see, you know how appearances are everything to the nobility," again Edward nodded, "seeing how Adam can't always use the room he has at the castle," Amanda uttered, keeping her smirk hidden as she noted the jealousy and hate in her husband's eyes. When it came to her son Edward was like an open book, especially after they learned Adam was the Sage-in-waiting. "I discussed with him buying a home fit for the next Sage. You know how young men are, head in the clouds, he totally hadn't thought of it," she lied; they had discussed it at the graveyard where Jason has rested since his death.

"True, I don't say this to demean Adam, yet he just doesn't have the mind for this, to think ahead, what to do to show off his new status," Edward spoke with Amanda nodding along.

"I know dear, I know, that is why I offered to do it for him, given how busy he is with his schooling and studies with Sage Harthorne. And you know the moment I start looking, word will spread around the city that House Mortanhouse is aiding in seeing that the next Sage has a fantastic place to live while he's still in his journeyman ship."

"He's advanced that far, already?" Edward sputtered.

"Mmmhmm, he has," Amanda nodded, enjoying the fear she saw in her husband's eyes. "You should have sensed the power coming off his staff Edward; it was immense. It's only a matter of time before Adam's fame will spill over to his family," she uttered, sitting regally in her seat.

"Yes, I can see it now," Edward mused as he leaned back in his seat. A greedy smile formed on his lips at the thought of the gold pouring in by those that want their names tied to the next Sage, along with the gifts from the other noble families that will undoubtedly be trying to get their daughters attached to Adam in the way of marriage.

"And just think of it, Edward, when he takes over for the current Sage, that nice house will be sitting unused." Seeing the lights growing in Edward's eyes.

"Yes, yes, and we'll take it over, under the disguise of stewardship, so Adam can keep his focus on defending the realm and not his home that's sitting vacant waiting for some thief to steal into it," Edward mused in delight.

"Just think of it, Edward, us up there, near the castle, where the upper nobility lives. So when we finally get Adam onboard, we'll already be established among the upper elites," Amanda spoke, putting on airs, playing on Edwards's lust for power and status.

"And you'll be overseeing this place while he's in his..." The loud chime of their doorbell rang noisily in their spacious home. Ignoring it, allowing his servant to answer the door while he and Amanda continued to discuss their plans on how to get Adam beneath their thumb. Smiling at his wife, he did love her devious mind as he gestured for the man to approach. Peering oddly at the Marquess seal stamped into the wax denoting the House of Rose, and the Viscount seal of House of Griffin two very old Houses, Houses that he wasn't in contact with. So receiving anything from them was highly unusual.

"Those are the Houses Jill's friends belongs to; I told you about them when last I spoke to her. You know... what were their names..." Amanda tilted her head back and tapped her finger against her lip, "Skyler and Ryann, Jill just couldn't stop talking about them when she called home after her first day there."

"Oh, right, right, yes, Jill did seem very fond of them." Amanda had to give Edward credit when it came to Edward Jr and Jill; he was rather a very attentive father. "But why would their fathers be writing to us?"

"Open them and find out," Amanda encouraged him.

"Well, well," Edward mused as he read both at the same time side by side.

"What?" Amanda inquired as she took her last bite of her morning meal.

"Seems your son has made quite the impression on their daughters."

"Oh?" Amanda uttered, keeping her tone passive, not letting on that she wasn't about to give up that cock of his.

"They're asking to meet and discuss this with them," Edward said after draining his glass.

"I don't know, Edward, Adam might not go for us trying to control who he's married to," Amanda warned.

"Oh, I know, dear, why we're going to let him think it was all his doing," Edward stated with a sneaky smile as he got to his feet. "Do let me know how your house hunting goes. I'm off to meet with their fathers and discuss what the future holds for whoever wins Adam over."

"Okay, dear, be safe, and I want the juicy details when you come home," Amanda said, playing the good wife as she blew him a kiss from over the table. The moment her husband left the room and closed the door behind him, her true face appeared. She was not happy, to say the least, that some woman thought she was going to give up Adam's cock. There was no way in hell she was going to let some strange woman take her son away from her. After all, she was her son's slut. There wasn't anything he couldn't do to her body while she had him deep inside of her. While she couldn't come right out and tell Adam not to marry one of them, she knew if she did, he would do so out of spite. Grimacing as her attendants scurried to her side as she left the dining room.

Going through the list of homes, she had ordered them to compile for her so she wouldn't be wandering aimlessly around. Waving them away once she reached her bedroom so she could speak with her son in private before she left to go house hunting for him. Also, so she could pleasure herself to his image and allow Adam to see how slutty she could and will be for him. Amanda just stared perplexed when her orb failed to connect with her son's. Not once, not twice, but five times. That wasn't something they were known to do; they were very reliable, so something like this has never happened before. Wondering what could have happened that her orb failed to connect with his. Sighing to herself, knowing she wouldn't be getting her gratification that morning. Rising and headed back out of her room, informing her attendants to prepare her car for her departure. Peering back at her orb, a touch of worry appeared on her face at the fate of her son as her bedroom door closed.

Later that night...

Frank held his wife close to him as sparks flew, a howling wind swirled within their living room as magjols saturated the air around them. They had been so worried ever since last night when Adam had failed to return. Just as the strange occurrence started, it suddenly stopped, and there knelt their grandson with his staff in his right hand, the crimson stone that sat in the center of the egg-shaped cage spun rapidly in place, glowing lines ran along Adam's staff from the butt to the very tip, showing them that Adam had succeeded in mastering his staff. A hum vibrated the air as a slight glow pulsated around Adam's body. Their gasps were loud within their home as Adam peered up and supported a full beard due to his time in the Fae lands.

Frank peered oddly at his wife when she uttered a spell and directed it at Adam. Who just looked at her as confused as he was at that moment. Before she rushed up to Adam and threw her arms around him. Crying into his shoulder as she held him tightly.

"Hey, grandma, sorry for making you worry," Adam said in a soft tone as he rubbed her back. Nodding to his grandfather when Frank placed a hand on his right shoulder.

"Where have you been?! We were so worried about you?" Elenore exclaimed once she had her hug.

"Studying," Adam said cryptically.

"Studying what?" Frank cut in.

"Can't say, I know you want answers and want to know what I've experienced while over there, yet I can't."

"Why not?" Elenore asked in a disapproving grandmotherly voice.

"Made an oath to Queen Mab that I wouldn't."

"You really saw her?!" Elenore uttered with wide eyes as Adam nodded that he did.

"And this?" Frank asked, lightly tugging on Adam's beard.

"Wha'da ya expect when it's been a month with no razor," Adam smirked, "What?"

"Adam, it's only been a day since you stepped through that portal," Elenore answered weakly.

"No way?!"

"Oh yeah, an entire day," Frank nodded.

"Huh? I did not know that," Adam muttered, dropping his chin and began to stroke his beard. "So, how do I look with it?" he asked with a toothy grin as he returned his staff to its holder.

"So much like your dad," Elenore answered, trying not to tear up. "Can you talk about any of your time there?" Noticing how he tapped his lips as he thought about it.

"About half of it," Adam finally spoke after a moment of thought.

"Good! You can tell me everything!" Elenore said excitedly as she pulled her grandson towards the kitchen to fix him something to eat.

Adam noted how his grandparents were riveted to their seats as he spoke about his time in the Fae lands. Answering his grandmother's questions the best that he could while keeping to his oath. Also, asking why she cast a spell on him, which she answered that the Fae were notorious for sending back doppelgangers of the people they took a liking to, so she had to make sure it was him or something else. Adam was savoring his grandmother's cooking after a month of surviving on conjured bread and water. It might not seem much, yet it had everything one needed to survive. Watching how they eyed him when he spread a bit of honey on a bit of bread and placed it on the floor.

"You have brownies," Adam stated when he rose back up.

"I have what?!" Elenore mumbled.

"You have brownies living here, have been for a while," Adam said, hearing their chattering voices as they converged on the bread. Seeing his grandmother ducking her head under the table, gasping in amazement as she just watched how bites were being taken out of it, yet she couldn't see them doing it.

"So, you can see them now?" Frank inquired with a quizzical look.

"Yeah," Adam muttered bashfully, recounting how Queen Titania's court attendants barely wore anything. Watching how his grandmother nearly leaped from her seat and dashed to the cabinet. The small saucer dish clanged on the counter and grabbed two slices from the loaf of bread she had made that day.

"Hon, what are you doing?" Frank asked in a curious tone.

"I'm feeding the brownies," Elenore spoke in a child-like voice as she began to tear the bread into pieces.

"But I thought the Fae were bad?" Looking at his wife and Adam in confusion.

"Brownies are pretty harmless; if you leave them alone, they'll leave you alone," Adam said factually.

"And if you feed them?" Elenore asked, peering over her shoulder.

"They'll be helpful to a point unless you befriend them, and well, who knows," Adam said with a shrug. "As long as you have lots of this," he uttered, shaking the bottle of honey that he held between his fingers.

"Frank?!" Elenore spoke in a voice that foretold her obsession with the Fae.

"Yes, honey, I'll pick up some more honey in the morning," Frank sighed, however, at least it wasn't a messy pet, and if he couldn't see them, then he could ignore them and hopefully forget he had Fae living in his home.

"Thank you, baby, I'll try to keep it contained to the kitchen," Elenore said with blushing cheeks, knowing her husband knew her so well to know she might go a little crazy with it. "So, Adam, can you tell me about other Fae that might be friendly?" Looking at her grandson, seeing where he was pointing to place the saucer once she had drizzled some honey over the torn piece of bread. "Really?! They were that accurate?" she asked in surprise once Adam told her she already knew which ones, nodding to her books.

"Pretty much, on the general stuff, the more specifics of the Fae, not so much," Adam said offhandedly.

"Oh?! Will you tell me about which ones are wrong?" Elenore lit up, her smile stretched from ear to ear when she heard the love when he uttered: 'Sure, grandma.'

"I'm happy your home, Adam," Frank said in a loving tone, resting his hand on Adam's shoulder as he stood at his side. "Don't go disappearing like that anytime soon, alright?"

"Nope, you're stuck with me," Adam responded with a wide smile as he peered up at his grandfather.

"And we wouldn't have it any other way; I'm going to get the shaving cream and a razor," Frank muttered, getting a chuckle out of his grandson.

"That bad, huh?" Adam asked jokingly.

"No, it looks good, but that doesn't happen in a day," Elenore said, gesturing to it as she sat back down with her pad and pen. Ignoring how the plate was rocking and the bread was thrown about.

"Adam, just what is happening?" Frank asked, his eyes flickering at the commotion.

"Oh, yeah, that much honey, it's like... you remember how you and I would sneak..."

"What was that?" Elenore cut in in that voice we all know when neither was supposed to be there.

"Oh, yes, that old game," Frank nodded, feeling Elenore's eyes giving him the death glare. Elenore had forbidden him from taking Adam down to Salivans Tavern, given how violent the place was most days. "What about it?"

"It's about like that just without the... prizes," Adam spoke, quickly catching on.

"Frank?!" Elenore's voice rose, not buying it one bit.

"What? Nothing happened," Frank said, walking away.

Adam couldn't help but smile at their antics. It reminds him so much of his youth on the days his grandmother was having a good day. Savoring the image of his grandmother shaking her head, his eyes watched that same smile that's always greeted him as she opened her pad.

"Now, Adam, tell me what you know about fairies?" Elenore inquired as she leaned on her right hand, with her pen ready to jot down Adam's words.

"Before that, and this might be weird given after all this time, since Dad's death..."

"What is it, baby?" Elenore asked in a motherly tone.

"Can I call you, Mom?" Adam asked; after his father's death, his grandmother had felt like more of a mother than his own mother did to him.

Elenore's hand lightly covered her mouth as her lips started to tremble. Not drawing attention to Frank, that stood in frozen shock behind Adam as he reentered the room as she tried not to cry. They had wondered when this day would come, and they tried not to pressure Adam. Even though they hated what she had done to their son, Amanda was still his mother. Still, they weren't blind to how he always was at their home, rather than his mother's place, so they left it unspoken.

"Oh, Adam," Elenore cooed in a loving tone as she reached across the table. A table they had spent many, many years around. "Yes, honey, you may call me that any time you want," she said; her thumb rushed along the back of his hand as a tear danced down her cheek. Watching how he peered up when Frank placed a hand on Adam's shoulder.

"So... how about we take care of this?" Frank asked, brushing the back of his fingers against Adam's beard.

"Sure, Papa," Adam replied with a playful smirk. "Where do you want me?" he asked, noting how his grandfather peered down at him with that look on his face. "So, fairies, what do ya want to know, Mom?" he inquired once he was settled by the sink as his grandfather wrapped a towel around his neck.

"What were they like, are there just one kind, or are there like different types of fairies? I know Titania is their Queen, but she's also..."

"Queen Mab of the Fae," Adam finished for her, getting a nod from his grandmother.

"Well, depends on what kinds of fairies you wish to discuss," Adam uttered as his grandfather wetted his beard. Seeing how her eyes widened and her ears perked up at that.

"Okay, how many are there?" Elenore asked quizzically.

"Are we talking strictly fairies or Fairy-type?" Adam asked, giving his grandmother a small nod to her unspoken question if there was a difference.

"Both, then," Elenore answered, writing down how many there were for both species of fairies. "Let's start with fairies then."

"Well, told you about brownies, dark fairies, be wary of, they are helpful if you're willing to pay the price, but that's as far as they'll go for you."

"Have you encountered many over there?"

"A few," Adam admitted, the clipping of the scissors was like a hypnotic wave on his eardrums.

"I see, and what about fairies themselves?"

"What's to tell, they're fairies. Now," Adam's voice trailed off, drawing his grandmother's attention, "there is a subspecies that is to be wary of," Adam said in a deathly tone.

"Oh? There's no mention of such a thing in the books?!"

"I know; you could only learn about them over there."

"Okay, and what is this subspecies?"

"They call themselves The Wish-givers; the others of the Fae call them the Djinn. But not all The Wish-givers are Djinn, but all Djinn are Wish-givers." Turning his head to the right, peering out the corner of his eye, watching his grandmother hurriedly writing it all down.

"Okay, what's so different about the two?" Elenore asked, leaning forward on her crossed leg, very interested to hear the answer.

"Well, Djinn only came to be when humans of the past used to trap Wish-givers into containers. The longer they were trapped in those containers, their malice began to twist their magic. Now their prisons aren't forever, with every wish a Wish-giver grants it siphons off a bit of magic from the wish to grow stronger until it reaches a certain number of wishes to break free of its prison."

"I know," seeing the disgust in his grandmother's eyes at the acts of people in the past, "it's why the Fae, along with the good fairies, both kinds, freed them from their captors some hundred-odd years ago. Since then, every Fae and fairy alike have been visiting those trapped fairies."

"Is that why all the portals closed up?" Elenore asked.

"No, they didn't close up; they just made it harder to find. You can still get to their lands; the question is, why? It's your intentions that lead you towards your destination and what you hope to find. And no," pointing to the areas he wanted to be shaved off just so he would know what he would look like once he regrew it, "I won't help you find it."

"What?! Why!" Elenore asked, incensed.

"Because Fae lands aren't peaceful, there are worse things in those lands than Trolls," Adam said with deathly undertones.

"Like," Elenore urged him on with a roll of her hand.

"The Bastiker."

"A what?!"

"It's one of the fairy-types that magic won't affect, well not direct magic at least," Adam mused, while flashes of memory of the time he had to fight one roared in his mind.

"And what would work against them?" Elenore asked her eyes on her notes.

"A Fairy blade," Adam said factually.

"A what?" Frank muttered as he froze in place. Glancing down, watching how Adam reached into the right side of his tunic and pulled out a rather ornate dagger with beautiful workmanship, the likes of which he hadn't seen since he was a little boy eighty-two years ago, although he thought it was a little small for a dagger.

"Don't," Adam warned when Frank tried to touch it. "It's enchanted, don't want either of you hurt. The spell isn't pleasant."

"Adam, who gave you that?" Elenore queried with a nod down at the blade.

"Rhonnan."

"Who would that be?"

"A very perverted and warped fairy that makes her home in a lake." Adam noticed how his grandfather was interested in that tidbit. Noting the look in Frank's eyes, he wanted to hear more in private. Looking to his right as his grandfather ran his straight razor along a leather strap. "Mom, thanks."

"For what, sweetheart?"

"For this," Adam held out the amulet she had given him, "worked like a charm." Recounting the times it had saved him from the more potent spells the Fae use. It was one of the reasons he had survived learning how to draw on Fae mana.​