The Not Necessarily True Adventures of Lilly Bug!"

Please note that Lilly insists that these adventures are true. I don't know that I really believe them, but I'll write them as she tells them!

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Lilly and her Hooman

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Lilly felt a slight vibration under her paws. She would have jumped a full foot in the air, but the tree seemed to have rooted her to the spot with its own brand of magic.

Alina” Lilly heard a voice in her own head for the first time. It was a voice that seemed to resonate throughout Lilly’s body. The voice only spoke one word, but the feeling of it seemed ancient and wise beyond belief, as though the entire world’s wisdom were rolled up into this one tree.

Visions danced through Lilly’s head of a small sapling, one among many, planted in a new world. This one grew faster than the others. It thrived as it stretched, not only to the sun, but to the stars and the moon. Lilly could see the tree grow and learn. It soaked up everything around it, knowledge from the ground, knowledge that came from all of the other living creatures around it.

Lilly saw, as eventually Fairy Island was built up around this one tree. The tree stretched out and gave shelter to those who had planted it and cared for it.

One Fairy, a golden crown glittering on her head, approached the tree, and spoke to it. She named the Tree Alina.

Lilly as a kitten

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They say that all good stories begin with “Once Upon a Time.” I suppose this story begins that way as well. But it doesn’t just begin with once upon a time, but with once upon a place. So, Once upon a time, once upon a place, a tiny kitten was born. She was not like any kitten that is born on our earth today. She was different, special. She came from a long line of Cats with special abilities.

On the day that our story begins, our tiny kitten came into the world, surrounded by a group of shimmering, glimmering fairies. These fairies had skin of all different colors. Most appeared to be a pearly iridescent, but some were actually a soft blue or even pink or purple. Their hair color ranged from golden, like the sun to bronze to silver to softest, pale gold the color of buttercups.

So it was, that our kitten’s first impression of the world into which she was born was full of color and sparkle and wonder. She fought, at first, to open her eyes. They seemed to almost be glued shut. She felt a soft hand gently rubbing across her eyelids, clearing them. Slowly, she opened her crystal blue eyes until they were fully open, then she stared around her. Things were bleary at first, and it took her a few moments before everything began to come into view.

She opened her eyes wide to see herself surrounded by fairies, standing about 3 feet tall, their wings glittering behind them. One was holding her gently in one hand. This one had iridescent skin, sparkling green eyes and golden hair. The kitten blinked at the brightness that seemed to emanate from her protector. The fairy smiled down at her.

“This one is going to be special,” she said. “We’ll call her Lilly.”


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It only took our Lilly a few weeks before she knew her way around her new home, even as large as it was. Her clear blue eyes took in everything around her with avid curiosity. Everywhere she turned there were new places to explore. The fairy who had named Lilly took the kitten as her own personal kitty. The fairy’s name was Glennarly, and she was a very important fairy.

Glennarly and her twin sister Loralee were the oldest of 6 children in the Royal Fairy Family. Their parents ruled Fairy Island together. Lilly didn’t have any siblings herself. Her mother, Ella, had died just after Lilly was born. She had stumbled into Fairy Island, injured and exhausted. The fairies had tried to save her and all of her kittens, but Lilly was the only one who had lived. Lilly, of course, didn’t know any of this yet. She considered Glennarly her mother. It never occurred to her that they were different.

It wasn’t long before Lilly began to prove Glennarly right. She was special. One night, as Glennarly sat stroking Lilly’s fur, she heard a voice inside her head, that nearly made her jump up in alarm before she realized that the voice belonged to the kitten in her lap.

Would you please scratch the top of my head?” the small voice had said.

Glennarly stared down at Lilly, her hand hovering uncertainly over the kitty’s head. Lilly looked up at her with wide eyes.

What?” she asked, her eyes widening innocently.


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Glennarly stared at her kitten. “You can talk!” she said, stunned.

Lilly looked up at her, “Meow?” she said aloud. “Of course I can talk,” she thought. “I guess you can just understand my language. You are a fairy,” Lilly pointed out in her mind. Glennarly heard her meowing, but at the same time, she could clearly hear the words in English translated inside her own head, as though the cat were projecting her thoughts directly into Glennarly’s mind.

Glennarly shook her head. “No, I don’t understand kitty language. I heard you in my head, in my own language.”

Lilly stared at her. “Nonsense,” she thought. She didn’t speak out loud, believing it might sound rude.

“I heard that,” Glennarly said, attempting to look severe, and failing miserably.

Lilly looked a little disconcerted. It was strange, the idea that someone could understand her thoughts. She looked up at Glennarly’s face, and seeing the merry twinkle in the fairy’s eyes, she purred.

What does it mean though?” Lilly asked.

“It means that I was right.” Glennarly responded smugly.

Lilly looked questioningly at her.

“When you were first born, I said you were going to be special,” Glennarly clarified.


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Lilly’s eyes widened. “Does that mean I’m different than other animals?

Glennarly looked at the kitten curiously. “Mostly. There are others like you; not many left now. There used to be a lot of you, but I’ve never heard of a telepath being born from a normal animal before.” Glennarly frowned musingly down at Lilly.

Lilly looked smug again. “Well, you didn’t know my parents did you? I’m sure they were special!

Glennarly just continued to look perplexed. She didn’t explain her concerns to Lilly, but she thought the odds of a telepath appearing on Fairy Island after so many years were highly unlikely. She kept petting the kitten, but automatically, still thinking about what might be going on.

In Glennarly’s experience, even small changes usually heralded the arrival of large changes. She worried about what might be coming next.


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Freya was walking briskly through the corridors when she heard her daughter’s voice call out to her.

“Mother!!!” Glennarly called. Freya stopped, and turned to see her oldest daughter walking toward her with a kitten swaying slightly on her shoulder.

Freya raised her eyebrows questioningly. She looked a lot like her daughter, but her hair was a softer gold and her eyes were grass green. She had larger wings than Glennarly’s as well, fluttering slightly behind her.

“You need to listen to Lilly,” Glennarly said.

Freya looked at the cat. “Why?” she asked frowning.

Who is she?” Lilly’s voice echoed in Glennarly’s ear.

Glennarly looked at her mother, “See, she’s telepathic!”

Freya stared at her daughter, “Are you feeling okay? You seem to be hearing things.”

Lilly stirred on Glennarly’s shoulder, looking closer at Freya, a smug expression on her face.

“Didn’t you hear her?”

Glennarly heard laughing in her head. “I only meant for you to hear me,” Lilly said, watching Freya now for a reaction. She wasn’t disappointed.

Freya’s eyes widened and she stared at the cat still perched on Glennarly’s shoulder.

“That was you?” she directed the question at the kitten.

“Ha! You heard her!” Glennarly said triumphantly.

“Yes, I heard her,” Freya studied Lilly carefully. “Do we know where she came from?”

“Well, she’s the surviving kitten from the stray cat that showed up in our corridor.”

Surviving?” Lilly questioned. “Were there other cats? What happened to them?


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Glennarly reached up and stroked Lilly gently, “Yes, there were other kittens. You would have had two brothers and a sister. You’re mother was badly injured by the time she came to us. You are a miracle.” Glennarly could almost feel Lilly’s sadness in her own heart. Freya stepped forward and began stroking Lilly also, finally pulling the kitten off of Glennarly’s shoulder and holding her gently in her own arms.

“You are a miracle little one,” she said. “What happened was tragic, but remember that you will always have a family here. This is your home now. We will protect you.”

Lilly snuggled up closer into Freya’s arms, purring. There was still sadness radiating from her, but it was tempered by a feeling of peace.

Freya looked at her daughter, “We will protect her,” she whispered. “No matter what may come.” She held the kitten a little tighter, Lilly purred louder.


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Lilly spent most of her days riding around on Glennarly’s shoulder. She soon learned that Glennarly was the oldest of the royal siblings, but only by about three minutes. She had a twin sister named Loralee. As Glennarly glided around Fairy Island attending her duties, Lilly learned more and more about the fairies and the magic that they practiced.

One day, a man came riding into the grounds of the Fairy Castle, and threw out of his saddle, striding purposefully into the entryway.

“I came as soon as I heard,” he said. “Where’s the kitten? I need to see her.”


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Fairies converged on the man as he entered the entrance hall of the palace. The man looked around the room, as though hoping to just see Lilly among the crowd, or perched up on a banister.

Glennarly strolled forward through the crowd to head the man off.

“May I help you?” she asked politely.

“I need to see the kitten,” he demanded again.

“So I heard,” Glennarly responded. “Who are you?”

The man looked down at her for the first time. He stared, then stammered, “Um..Adam… I’m Adam. And I need to see the kitten.”

Glennarly nodded slightly. “I believe her majesty is asleep at the moment.”

Adam frowned. “I said I needed to see the kitten, not Her Majesty.”

“You really don’t know cats very well do you?” Glennarly smiled slightly.

Adam just stared at her, a furrow between his eyes.


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Glennarly sighed, “No sense of humor,” she muttered sadly to herself.

Adam’s frown deepened. “I want to see the kitten,” he said again.

“Yes, I heard you,” Glennarly said. “You really are single-minded aren’t you?” Glennarly studied Adam for a moment, trying to figure him out. She wondered how he had heard about Lilly in the first place. His determination made her distrust him.

“You’ve told me your name,” she finally said, “but you still haven’t really told me who you are or why you insist on seeing a kitten,” she paused, “or even which kitten for that matter. We do have several.”

Adam rolled his eyes and relaxed his stance slightly, “My name is Adam Denby. I am a descendant of Demetri, the man who first brought us to this world. My family has kept track of the Telepaths for generations. The kitten is my responsibility.”


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Glennarly was about to answer Adam’s claim when Lilly leapt lightly onto her shoulder.

Who’s he?” she asked. Adam stared at her, then inclined his head in her direction, in a sign of acknowledgement.

Adam spoke now directly to Lilly, “Kitten,” he began, but before he could get any further there was a hiss and he could sense the Kitten’s anger.

Glennarly cleared her throat and gently pointed out to Adam, that the Kitten had a name. Glennarly was sure that Adam would not appreciate being referred to as simply, “Man.”

Adam turned his attention back to Lilly, “As I don’t know your name, Little One, I did not know what else to call you. I certainly did not mean any disrespect.”

Lilly watched him for a few moments, considering him carefully. Adam suddenly felt as though he were only five years old again and in trouble with his mother. He shifted a little uneasily on his feet, but still calmly met Lilly’s eyes, knowing that, for some reason, he was being scrutinized from head to toe.

After what seemed an eternity of complete silence in the crowded room, everyone suddenly heard Lilly’s voice answer primly, “My name is Lilly. You have permission to use it…wisely.


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Adam stared at the kitten, “Okaaay,” he said. “Thank you…I think.”

Glennarly grinned, “The first thing you have to know about cats, even young ones, is that you must always treat them with respect and deference! Otherwise, you won’t get any cooperation!”

Adam took a deep breath and faced Lilly again. “Lilly, it is my responsibility to teach and protect those of your kind.”

Lilly cocked her head to one side. “How did you know I was here?

Adam chuckled, “Word travels fast around here.”

Glennarly’s eyes narrowed, “It doesn’t travel that fast,” she responded. “And we were all under orders of the King and Queen to tell no one of Lilly’s existence. I think you need to explain yourself. Now!!!” She commanded.


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Adam sighed. “I’ll tell you,” he still addressed himself to Lilly, “but not in front of this crowd. We need to speak in private.”

Lilly considered the man for a few moments. “I’ll speak with you, but only if Glennarly comes with us.

“Glennarly?” Adam questioned looking around.

“That would be me,” Glennarly said, waving at him.

“Princess Glennarly?” Adam clarified.

“Yes,” Glennarly agreed. “Now that you seem to know who I am, let’s go into the study and you can tell me more about yourself.”

Glennarly turned around to lead Adam towards the first floor study, Lilly still swaying slightly on her shoulder. There was a wall of fairies still clustered around her. She clapped her hands together once and the other fairies dispersed in different directions. Adam stared as the crowded entryway became suddenly and quietly empty. He’d never seen such a large crowd disappear so suddenly and silently.

Glennarly started towards the study, but paused when she realized that Adam was still standing stalk still staring as the last of the fairies disappeared from sight.

“Adam,” Glennarly said to catch his attention. She motioned for him to follow her and led him into a large room filled with books from floor to ceiling on every subject you could imagine.

In the middle of the room stood a round table. It looked like it was made from the trunk of a tree that seemed to be growing right out of the floor. The top of the table looked at though the tree had simply grown into a round table top instead of growing branches and leaves.

There were wooden chairs grouped around the table, and Glennarly motioned for him to sit in one while she sat gracefully down on another. Lilly jumped down onto the middle of the table, and sat down facing Adam expectantly.

“I believe you have a story to tell us,” Glennarly said quietly.


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Adam looked around the room, as though buying time. His eyes fell on the table in front of him and he stared harder at it, his hands lightly running over the carvings in the wood.

“So, it’s true,” he murmured. Glennarly raised her eyebrows.

“What’s true, Adam?”

His head jerked up, “The table that tells the history of the world. It exists.”

Glennarly cocked her head to the side. “Yes, but that really isn’t why we’re in here.”

“I thought the pictures were supposed to move.”

Glennarly sighed. “They do move, but only if a Fairy wills it.”

“Oh,” Adam said absentmindedly, still running his hands over the table.

Glennarly sighed again, then reached across the table and laid a hand on top of Adam’s. Stilling his hands, he looked up at her.

“I believe there was something that you needed to tell us,” Glennarly pointed out firmly.

Adam took a deep breath and his tone became suddenly businesslike. “As I said, my family have been training and caring for the Telepaths for generations.”

Glennarly raised a hand, stopping him. “I thought the Telepaths had all but died out. That’s certainly the information that we’ve received.”

Adam shook his head. “No, there are still many of them around today. As I said, it’s been our job to care for them. These days, that also means protecting them.”

Glennarly nodded. “Go on!”

“As you know, there used to be Telepaths in every animal species.” Glennarly nodded.

“I also know that many of them died in the last war.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Adam agreed. “My ancestors gathered up the last of the Telepaths and took them to a place of safety. There were only a few dozen left. We hid them, and kept them secret.”

“That doesn’t explain Lilly here, now does it,” Glennarly said.

Adam looked at Lilly in confusion. “No, it really doesn’t,” he admitted. “I’m still trying to understand her myself.”

“Well, finish your story, and maybe the answer will come to us,” Glennarly said reassuringly.


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Adam sighed. “Unfortunately, many of the Telepaths that we rescued were lost.” Pain crossed his face. “We weren’t able to save them in the end. They died from illnesses that they contracted during the war. Now we only have a handful left.”

Adam looked at Lilly, puzzled. “None of the Telepaths that we have are cats, though. In fact, there’s no record of there ever being a Telepathic Cat in our histories.” He shook his head. “I really don’t understand it.”

Lilly purred, still curled up in a ball on the table. “I am special,” she said smugly.

Glennarly scratched the top of Lilly’s head gently, “Yes, we’ve always known that. But now, we know that you are an enigma.”


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Adam still stared at Lilly, his expression puzzled.

“I would still like to know how you know about Lilly, though,” Glennarly said.

Adam shook his head slightly, as though clearing his thoughts. He focused on Glennarly.

“Like I said, it’s very hard to keep someone like Lilly a secret.”

Glennarly shook her head. “No, that doesn’t explain how you knew,” she repeated. “I gave instructions that no one outside of Fairy Island was to be told about Lilly.”

Adam opened his mouth to speak, but Glennarly went on, ignoring him, “In fact, not everyone in Fairy Island actually knows that Lilly is a Telepath. So, I ask again, how do you know?”

Glennarly fixed Adam with a stern expression, her lips pursed and eyes narrowed as she waited for an answer.

Adam met her gaze for a while, considering her. “How good are you at keeping secrets?”

“Until you showed up, I’d have said I was very good at keeping secrets. Clearly, though I’ve failed in this case. Although I’d still like to know how.”

Adam smiled, “You didn’t fail. I told you that my family has been tracking down the last remaining Telepaths for generations. One of our original Telepaths has a special talent. She can sense other Telepaths as soon as they’re born. It can take Tiffany a while to learn exactly where and what the newest Telepath is, but the older they get the easier it is for Tiffany to sense them and learn about them.”

“Another Telepath led you to Lilly?” Glennarly asked. “I’ve never heard of that happening before. How is that possible? And why is she a secret?”


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Adam stared at Glennarly in disbelief. “Why is she a secret?!?!” he asked. “Are you kidding? Our job is to protect the Telepaths from those who would abuse their abilities. Why would we tell anyone about one of the most talented Telepaths to ever live? Do you even understand what could happen to Tiffany if the wrong people knew about her?”

Adam shook his head in utter disbelief.

Glennarly nodded. “Okay, I can see why you keep her a secret,” she admitted. “The question now is, why are you here?”

Adam growled in frustration. “Are you just trying to be dumb?”

Lilly stood, facing him, her back arched and hissed. Glennarly, reached out and gently petted the kitten, calming her. “It’s okay Lilly, I don’t think he understands my question.”

“Don’t understand your question? Are you serious?”

“I understand that your people have been taking care of Telepaths for generations,” Glennarly explained. “But you don’t seem to realize that Lilly is part of our family now. She stays here. Do you honestly think there is a safer place in the world than Fairy Island?”

“Okay, Fairy Island is safe, but that still doesn’t mean that Lilly should stay here. She needs to come with me, to live with others of her own kind.”

“Why, so you can study her?” Glennarly asked. Lilly hissed again, but this time she remained curled up on the table, a spring ready to pounce, but looking deceptively relaxed.

“Study her?” Adam asked, a little too innocently in Lilly’s mind. Lilly’s eyes narrowed.

You said I was the only cat you’ve come across,” Lilly pointed out. “You said I was an enigma. We can only assume you intend to study me, to find out where I came from and why I even exist.

Lilly’s voice was dangerously calm, and her tail twitched, as she eyed Adam with contempt.

“She’s right,” Glennarly said, standing up, clearly indicating that the interview was over. “Lilly stays with us.”

"Uh, technically it was Glennarly who said you were an enigma, Lilly," Adam said quickly standing.

Lilly turned and glared at him, "You no longer have permission to use my name." she hissed.


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Adam stood and laid a hand on Glennarly’s arm, she stiffened and turned to glare at him.

“I don’t think you understood what I meant,” he said earnestly. “We certainly do want to find out where Lilly came from and how she got here, but we have no intention of studying her. Our job is to protect Telepaths, not harm them.”

Glennarly stayed where she was, her arms folded and her eyes narrowed, watching Adam. If she expected to intimidate him, though she was not succeeding. He stared back at her, unflinching.

She sniffed. “I think you’d better explain yourself a little more clearly then,” she said coldly. “What exactly do you mean to do with Lilly?” Then she muttered to herself, “Not that we’ll let you have her, either way.”

“I don’t mean to do anything to her. I just want to ask questions, find out her history.”

Glennarly arched her eyebrows. “How do you expect her to know her history? She’s an orphan who never knew her mother.”

“Surely you know something about her mother,” Adam protested.

Glennarly shook her head. “Nothing.”

Lilly watched Adam from her perch on Glennarly’s shoulder, studying him, trying to get a sense of who he really was. Adam felt like he was being x-rayed from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

I think I’d like to know more about myself,” she concluded. “ Maybe Adam can help somehow.

Adam breathed a sigh of relief, “So you’ll come with me?” he said.

Lilly shook her head, “Nope, you stay here!


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Adam shook his head slowly. “That’s not how we do things,” he said. “You really should be around animals of your own kind. We can teach you a lot.”

Lilly blinked. “Really? What can you teach me that the fairies couldn’t teach me? I already know how to talk. Presumably that’s most of what there is to know about being a Telepath.

Adam smiled, “The Telepaths have a very special job to perform. They are very important to the safety of our world. We don’t want to lose this world like we did the last one. That’s one reason I would really like to know your history.”

Adam stared at Lilly with such intensity that she wondered if he expected to read her entire family history in her eyes.

“Nevertheless,” Glennarly said. “You will have to work with Lilly here. Her mother died coming to us. She died to keep her babies safe. Lilly stays here. She was entrusted to us, not to you. Whether her mother was a Telepath or not, she chose us to take care of her kitten.”


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"She will be safer with us," Adam insisted. "We know how to keep Telepaths safe."

Glennarly's eyes narrowed dangerously, "You think we cannot keep Lilly safe?!?!"

Suddenly Glennarly seemed to grow taller and bigger. Her head brushed the ceiling and a glow of light radiated from her. She exuded power and danger.

"You really believe we cannot take care of OUR Lilly. You remember this Human," Lilly echoed "Hooman." Glennarly stabbed a large finger in Adam's chest, "We are more powerful than you can imagine. Lilly is OURS, and WE ARE HERS!!! She stays here!!! End of discussion!"

Lilly watched Adam smugly from up on Glennarly's shoulder.

He looked startled and just kept staring up at Glennarly, his mouth working wordlessly. Then he dropped into his chair, eyes still meeting Glennarly's eyes.

"Alright, maybe I was a little hasty!" He said faintly.

Glennarly began shrinking back to her normal size.

"Then let's discuss terms," she paused. "If it's okay with Lilly," she added, looking at the kitten.

Lilly leapt lightly onto the table as Glennarly regained her chair.

"I am willing to work with you, but I would like to meet Tiffany. You will bring her next time you come.

Adam paused. "That might compromise her safety," he replied slowly.

"I trust you'll be able to keep her safe."

Adam sighed. "I'll ask her. It's her decision though."

"I can live with that."

Lilly placed her paw on Adam's hand.

"We have a deal. I expect to see you again in a few days. You may go now."


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Glennarly and Lilly watched Adam mount his horse and ride off. Lilly sighed in relief, still clutching Glennarly’s shoulder.

I was a little afraid that he had a little catnapping in mind,” Lilly said. “How did you grow up so much? Was it an illusion?

Glennarly shook her head, still watching the road Adam had disappeared down. She snapped her fingers, and two Fairies appeared, dressed as guards.

“Make sure our guest makes it safely to our borders,” she told them, still watching the distance. “I wouldn’t want him to get lost on his way out.”

The two guards nodded curtly, and disappeared in a whirl of sparkling colors.

Glennarly continued to watch a moment longer before turning on her heel and heading back into the Royal Palace.

“It wasn’t an illusion,” she finally answered Lilly’s question, a touch absentmindedly. “We Fairies can technically be any size we choose to be. Three feet is our most comfortable height. It takes a small about of magic to maintain a shorter or taller height.” She paused. “I felt Adam might need some persuading to come around to our point of view. Hmmm, come to think of it I actually have a younger brother who is five foot six. That’s very tall for a Fairy, even a male Fairy. It’s kind of like having a human being who is six foot six. He’s very tall.”

Glennarly finally shook herself, and smiled at Lilly, “What really matters is that you’re safe and Adam keeps his word.” She frowned suddenly, then clapped her hands quickly.

Ten more guards appeared at her side, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Strengthen the guards around Fairy Island. Adam Denby will be coming back, and I’d prefer that he not come back with an army. He may try to take our Kitten from us,” she paused. “Don’t hurt him, though. I do not believe he means harm; just to do as he believes is right. But he will not have Lilly.”

She clapped her hands again and once again the guards vanished in a swirl of sparkling colors.

Glennarly sighed and looked up at Lilly, “Well, it will be interesting to see what happens.”


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Weeks passed and Lilly began to feel more secure. She thought maybe Adam had forgotten about her completely. She hoped he had. Even though she and Glennarly had won the first round, she worried that Adam might fight harder in the second round. He seemed to be a man who was used to getting his own way. Of course, the good thing was that she and Glennarly were also used to getting everything they wanted.

As the time slipped by, Lilly became a little more adventurous and began to explore Fairy Island on her own. She was surprised that Glennarly let her, until one day when she noticed a small fairy following behind her from a discreet distance.

Lilly turned a corner, and hid among some bushes. The tiny fairy turned the corner and passed the bushes that concealed the kitten. She began looking wildly around her, searching.

After a moment, Lilly jumped out from behind the bushes and landed on the Fairy’s shoulder, digging her claws in just enough to keep from falling off.

The Fairy jumped in shock and quickly turned her head to see the little kitten perched on her shoulder.

What are you doing?” Lilly inquired, annoyed.

The Fairy put a small hand over her heart, breathing heavily. “Just let me catch my breath,” she said, “then I’ll explain.”

Lilly waited, her tail swishing impatiently.

The Fairy eyed Lilly nervously. “I’m not sure where to begin,” she said.

Try beginning with your name and go from there,”

The Fairy took a deep breath. “I’m Mara,” she said. “I’m Glennarly’s youngest sister.”

Okay,” Lilly said, “ Keep going.”

Mara swallowed, “Well, Glennarly asked me to keep an eye on you. She’s going to be really angry that you saw me. I wasn’t supposed to be seen.”

Lilly sighed. “It’s not your fault. You’re just not good at surveillance

“How do you know that word? You’re not very old, and it’s not like you live a spy infested country.”

Says the one spying on me,” Lilly laughed. “I don’t know how I know the word. I just do.”

Mara nodded thoughtfully, her forehead wrinkled in worry.

I don’t suppose you can tell me why Glennarly has you following me.”

Mara shook her head.

Lilly sighed. “You’d better take me to Glennarly then,” she commanded. Mara’s eyes widened with worry. “I’ll explain how I found you. She won’t be mad. She might be in trouble with me, but she won’t be mad at you.

Mara turned and began backtracking the route they had taken that morning, Lilly swaying slightly on her shoulder.


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Mara and Lilly turned a corner, and ran right into Glennarly, her hands balled up in fists on her waist.

“Well, Mara?” she asked, demanding an explanation.

Mara began stuttering over her words, refusing to meet her big sister’s eyes.

It’s not her fault,” Lilly cut in. “I have very good hearing, both with my ears and in my head.”

Glennarly looked at the kitten, startled. “You can read minds?” she asked.

Lilly shook her head. “It’s more that I can taste the flavor of a mind,” Lilly paused. “Hmm, maybe that’s a bad way of putting it.” She thought for a moment, “Okay, let’s just say that I can sense different minds. Probably because every mind is unique, each one feels a little different to me.”

“You never mentioned this before,” Glennarly said sternly.

Lilly cocked her head to the side. “Well, I didn’t really know, until today. Besides, you owe me some answers,” Lilly responded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Glennarly said.

“I think she’s referring to the fact that you didn’t tell her she was being followed,” Mara pointed out timidly.

Glennarly rolled her eyes, “I did it for your own protection Lilly. We don’t know for sure what Adam is up to. What if he decides to just walk in and take you? I couldn’t let that happen.”

You could have told me,” Lilly told her reproachfully.

“I didn’t want to scare you,” Glennarly explained gently. “I wanted you to be able to explore without being afraid.”

Lilly jumped from Mara’s shoulder to Glennarly’s and snuggled against Glennarly’s cheek, purring.

“I am worried about this new ability,” Glennarly sighed.

Glennarly pulled Lilly around into her arms, and held her tightly.

“Mara, I need you to find Mother. We need her advice.”

Mara nodded, smiling happily at the knowledge that her failed attempt at spying was not her fault. “Of course, Glennarly. I’ll be right back!”


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Glennarly stood in the corridor, absentmindedly scratching the top of Lilly’s head, her wings fluttering nervously. Fairies bustled around her, going about their business. Some looked curiously at Lilly as they passed. It really had been generations since any of them had com across a Telepath.

Could you scratch behind my ears?” Lilly asked, “Oh, and don’t forget to scratch under my chin too.

Glennarly gave a start and looked down at Lilly, her face troubled, as she began scratching behind Lilly’s ears. She studied Lilly, looking into the kitten’s blue eyes. Lilly felt like the Fairy was trying to see straight into her mind.

Lilly sighed, “What’s bothering you?” she asked.

Glennarly smiled, but the smile didn’t reach her worried eyes. “Telepaths have always fascinated me. I’ve studied them my whole life, but I’ve never heard of a Telepath who could sense anything about ; minds. Telepaths can project their thoughts into other’s minds, but none of my research talks about a Telepath who can read anything coming from another person’s mind. I just don’t know what it means.”

Oh,” Lilly said, not quite sure what else to say.

“I’m hoping Mother will understand it. I don’t think anyone knows more about Telepaths than she does. Even Adam would probably be able to learn something from her.”

Well, in the meantime, could you start scratching my ears again. You stopped.” Lilly complained.

Glennarly smiled slightly, and began scratching the kitten’s ears again.

It wasn’t long before Lilly sensed another presence; one so powerful that it seemed to eclipse most other minds around her. Glennarly’s was the only presence that was almost as strong as the Fairy coming toward them.

Lilly looked up quickly and saw Freya striding toward them, studying Lilly’s face intently as she glided closer.

“Give Lilly to me,” she told Glennarly.

Glennarly handed the kitten to her, and Freya held Lilly up and studied Lilly’s eyes very carefully. As Freya studied Lilly’s eyes, the kitten could feel Freya’s power and her mind expanding to become even stronger than it had been before. Lilly’s eyes widened as she felt, not just the strength and intensity of Freya’s mind, but also the strength of the power that emanated from the Fairy Queen.

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“I thought so,” Freya said smugly.

Glennarly looked at her mother sharply, questioningly.

Freya raised her eyebrows at Glennarly, “I thought she was a special kind of Telepath,” she explained. “I can’t remember what they’re called.” Freya frowned thoughtfully, trying to catch an elusive memory.

Glennarly looked skeptical, “I’ve never heard of anything like this.”

Freya waved Glennarly’s comments away. “Oh, it was something my grandmother told me about when I was a little girl.”

“Oh, you do mean a long time ago, don’t you,” Glennarly said slyly.

Freya grimaced at her eldest daughter. “That’s enough of that,” she responded. “The point is that I’ve heard of this. I just wish I could remember what it was called.”

I guess it’s true that your memory really does get worse as you get older,” Lilly said in an offhanded voice.

Freya looked down at the kitten in her arms, and raised her eyebrows.

“I think you’re learning some bad habits from my daughter,” she said, scowling. “Either way, we still need to learn more.”

She turned to her younger daughter. “Mara, you’re in charge of research.” She thought for a moment, “Take Lilly with you. She might be able to find something that we would overlook. After all, it is her history. Maybe she’ll be drawn the right book.”


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Mara pulled Lilly out of Freya’s hands. She smiled, “Of course Mother,” she said, winking at Freya. Freya smiled affectionately at her youngest daughter, as Mara moved on down the hall chatting quietly with Lilly in her arms.

Glennarly turned to Freya, “What are you thinking Mother?” she asked. “What does this mean?”

Freya turned her eyes on Glennarly, “I don’t know for sure what it means,” Freya said. “I do know that we need to keep that little kitty with us. Just remember that when you hear from Adam again, as I’m sure you will, Lilly stays here.”

“Of course, Mother,” Glennarly grinned, “I never had any intention of letting Lilly go anywhere. No matter what, she belongs here.”

“You’re pretty attached to her, aren’t you?” Freya said.

Glennarly nodded.

“Good. Lilly needs an advocate on her side,” Freya said, brushing Glennarly’s hair from her face. “She needs a mother.”

Glennarly grinned. “She’s a cat. I’m pretty sure she sees herself as the mother and me as the one who needs to be taken care of.”

Freya laughed. “I’m sure your right. That just means she needs you even more.”


Where are we going?” Lilly asked as Mara helped the kitten get on her shoulder.

“We’re going to the Archives to do research,” Mara explained.

Huh,” Lilly said thoughtfully, “I’ve never heard of an archive. What is it?

Mara laughed. “It’s really just a very big library,” she paused as Lilly poked her head around to look Mara in the face. “A library is a room or building where we keep lots of books…You do know what books are right?”

Mara could feel Lilly’s indignation in her mind, “Of course I know what a book is….Go on.

Mara nodded, her lips twitching as she tried not to laugh. “Okay, so a library is full of books, and an archive usually has a lot of books about history; at least ours does.”

Do you have a library, as well as the archive?”

“Yes, we have a library that is just for fun reading, and we have the archive where we keep the histories of the world. There are books there on every kingdom and every species that has ever lived in our world,” Mara drew herself up proudly, “We fairies helped reform this world, so we have always kept records on everything.”

Mara suddenly heard laughter echoing in her head. She looked at Lilly, riding on her shoulder, but the cat put on a very innocent expression, her eyes big and round, completely innocent.

Mara rolled her eyes. “You’re apart of us now too, you know,” Mara told the kitten. She reached up and scratched Lilly’s chin, “You’re family.”


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Mara turned a corner. At the end of the corridor were large double doors. They were made of elaborately carved wood. As they drew closer Lilly could make out carvings very similar to those on the table that told the history of the world.

"The doors; they're like the table in Glennarly's study," Lilly whispered.

"It's actually our parents' study," Mara whispered back. "But, yes it is like that table. This the Royal Archive, it holds all of the histories of our world. It only makes sense for the door that protects that knowledge to want to help teach us some of that history."

"The door has feelings?" Lilly asked skeptically.

Mara looked at her, "Of course the door has feelings," she said, surprised. "Why shouldn't it? It's alive after all."

"Alive? Still?"

Mara sighed, then took Lilly closer to the doors and pointed to the sides of the doors. Lilly had to look closely, but she was finally able to make out roots where the joints in the doors were. The roots spread out into trees next to the doors that appeared, at first glance, to be just another carving, but were in fact living trees.

She stared, then opened her mind, trying to sense the trees’ life. Lilly had never tried that before, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sense anything about trees, but as her mind reached out, she could feel the trees and an overwhelming sense of pride. The trees were proud to be the protectors of the Fairies’ knowledge.

Mara walked forward and placed her hand on a small leaf near the center of the doors. The pictures carved into the wood began to shimmer and move, then the doors opened slowly into the room.

Mara passed the threshold and the doors slid silently back into place. Lilly looked up for the first time at the archives. She’d never seen anything like it before in her life. Top

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There were books on shelves from floor to ceiling. Shelves piled with books moved around the room, never touching each other, as though in a choreographed dance, set up to allow walkways while still using every available space. Lilly had never even imagined that so many books could exist in space. She stared avidly at every book around her. They were all different sizes and colors. Some were leather bound with gold-edged pages and others were simple books, made entirely from paper.

Lilly looked wonderingly up at the ceiling above her. She wondered briefly if she was looking straight up into the sky, until she remembered that it was mid-afternoon and ceiling above her showed dark blue sky, dotted with the constellations. Even the moon was visible in it’s orbit up there. Lilly wondered how far up the ceiling really went. It was almost impossible to tell as it was. The walls and floor seemed to be grown from the same tree that made up the doors. Lilly wondered how the tree felt, being walked on as it was. Then, she noticed that they seemed to be floating slightly above the floor.

She looked around to watch Mara’s wings, but they didn’t seem to be fluttering any more than usual.

How are we floating above the floor?” Lilly asked, a little nervous.

Mara giggled. “It’s the magic of the Tree,” she said. “The Tree guards the archives, but that doesn’t mean that she likes being walked on. She helps us move around the room, almost in the same way she moves the books,” Mara paused. “Of course, with us, we have a choice as to where we’re going. The Tree just moves the books as she wills.”

Does the Tree not have a name? I mean, shouldn’t she have a name?”

Mara frowned. “She did have a name once, but it’s been lost. Ironic, isn’t it? I mean, since she guards the archives; the world’s knowledge.”

Mara cocked her head to one side, thinking.


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“I’ll ask Mother if she knows what the Archive Tree’s name is,” Mara said, thoughtfully. “Right now, we should probably try to find that information that Mother asked us to get.”

Lilly nodded and jumped off of Mara’s shoulder. “I think it’ll go faster if we split up,” she said.

Mara’s eyes opened in surprise when she saw that Lilly was walking directly on the floor of the archives, her tiny paws padding quietly across the wooden floor of the tree.

Lilly looked back at her as Mara gasped. “What?” she asked, pausing halfway down an aisle that had slowed to a stop as soon as Lilly entered it.

“Y-you’re walking directly on the floor,” Mara said, her eyes still wide. “No one’s ever done that. The Tree has never allowed it.”

Lilly looked down at the ground, surprised. She hadn’t even noticed that she was walking on the floor, but then she’d never walked on a magical floor so she figured she wouldn’t know the difference.

Hmm, maybe because I’m so small,” Lilly suggested.

Mara shook her head. “No, we’ve had other animals, pets, follow us in here before, the Tree has not allowed them to walk on her floor.”

Lilly looked down again, staring at the floor under her paws. She cocked her head to one side, studying; considering.


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Lilly felt a slight vibration under her paws. She would have jumped a full foot in the air, but the tree seemed to have rooted her to the spot with its own brand of magic.

Alina” Lilly heard a voice in her own head for the first time. It was a voice that seemed to resonate throughout Lilly’s body. The voice only spoke one word, but the feeling of it seemed ancient and wise beyond belief, as though the entire world’s wisdom were rolled up into this one tree.

Visions danced through Lilly’s head of a small sapling, one among many, planted in a new world. This one grew faster than the others. It thrived as it stretched, not only to the sun, but to the stars and the moon. Lilly could see the tree grow and learn. It soaked up everything around it, knowledge from the ground, knowledge that came from all of the other living creatures around it.

Lilly saw, as eventually Fairy Island was built up around this one tree. The tree stretched out and gave shelter to those who had planted it and cared for it.

One Fairy, a golden crown glittering on her head, approached the tree, and spoke to it. She named the Tree Alina.