Des'Tai: Book Two

143: Maya

"I used to find it quite worrying," I mused, looking out over the gardens. "It wasn't like he saw her all of the time. It was fragmented. Perhaps once or twice a year and always around the Hallows Eve festival."

"Oh, I read about that, it's like our Halloween." Faye said.

"I think he conjured her up because he was lonely; it started right after Marcus started leaving home more."

"How old was he?"

"About six, I think. Ty was playing in the woods behind the cottage with Rune, when he swore he saw a little girl running through the trees. He dragged me out there to see but I never found anyone."

I could see the image so clearly in my mind. My small, gorgeous little boy rushing through the door, pointing toward the woods as Rune laughed behind him. 'She's out there! I saw her!' He'd cried. 'She was on her own! What if she gets lost? The woods are too big, Mali.' When we never found anything, he'd huffed.

I sipped at my milk, smiling to myself at the memory. "The year after we were walking along the river and he suddenly jumped into it! He thought he'd seen the same girl in the water. Luckily it was shallow." It was about then that I'd started to worry for him – after all, he was seeing things that weren't real.

I shook my head, remembering the point I was trying to make with all of this. "Anyway, I think that's the reason he unconsciously avoided blondes. One evaded him for years!"

"Does he know now that she wasn't real...?"

"Oh yes, I asked him about it a couple of years ago and he just shrugged it off like it was nothing. It obviously worried me more than it should have." I turned to my sons Mate and smiled. "Ty had quite the imagination; I blame his Iasa for that one."

Marcus would tell him stories about Hallows Eve; how it was the one night of the year that the veil between worlds would be at its thinnest, showing visions of beings and destinies. He filled Tyron's mind with all kinds of craziness.

"Maybe he was having visions of you!" I joked, blowing out a light laugh. "That sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?"

Faye looked down to the book resting on her lap, staying quiet for a moment before she offered me a faint laugh of her own. "Yeah, it does, I guess."