Fablehaven: The Complete Series (98 page)

“I have to see,” Grandpa said, pushing the door open.

At once the fairies darted toward the deck, firing shadowy streaks. Grandpa promptly retreated indoors. The fairies hovered just beyond the deck. Several were laughing. A couple made faces. They desiccated a few potted plants on the deck before flitting away.

“I’ve never heard of anything like these creatures,” Grandpa said. “How did they get in the yard?”

“They flew in as if they belonged,” Seth replied, “just like any fairy would.”

“Fairies are creatures of light.” Grandpa spoke weakly, uncertainly, as if hesitant to believe what was happening.

“Some of the nipsies turned dark,” Seth reminded him.

Frowning, Grandpa rubbed his chin. “These fairies aren’t in a fallen state. When a fairy falls she becomes an imp, and would be banned from the yard. These fairies are in a darkened state—an undefined alteration that leaves them with full access to the gardens. I’ve never heard of anything like it. Perhaps I ought to place a temporary ban on all fairies, until we get this sorted out. I’m not sure I can exclude only the dark ones.”

“Is Grandma still shopping?” Seth asked.

“Yes,” Grandpa said. “She won’t be back for at least an hour. Dale is down at the stable. Tanu and Coulter are still out scouting for a place to relocate the good nipsies.”

“What should we do?” Seth inquired.

“I’ll telephone Ruth,” Grandpa said. “Warn her to be careful when entering the yard. I’ll send Mendigo to fetch Dale.”

“Can we get in touch with Tanu and Coulter?” Seth asked.

“No, but they have Hugo with them,” Grandpa said. “We’ll have to trust that they can take care of themselves.” He turned to address the big puppet. “Mendigo, at full speed, go retrieve Dale from the stables, keeping him safe from harm. Steer clear of any dark creatures like those fairies.”

Grandpa opened the door, and Mendigo raced out onto the deck, vaulted the railing, and sped across the lawn. “What should I do?” Seth asked.

“Keep watch from the windows,” Grandpa said. “Don’t go outside. Let me know if you see anything unusual. After I call your grandmother, I’m going to make a more concerted effort to get the Sphinx on the line.”

Grandpa hurried away, and Seth went from room to room, checking through all of the windows, trying to spot the dark fairies. After three laps, he gave up. Apparently they had flown away.

To test his assumption he opened the door and ventured out onto the deck. Hadn’t Grandpa done the same thing a moment ago, but with the fairies in sight? Seth was ready to retreat, but no gloomy fairies attacked. Had Grandpa already banished them from the yard? Seth sat down in a chair, gazing out at the garden.

He realized this was the first time he had been outside unsupervised since getting busted for visiting the nipsies. He felt an instant itch to bolt into the woods. Where would he go? Maybe to the tennis court to check in on how Doren and Newel were doing. Or to the pond to chuck rocks at the naiads.

No. After the scare with the fairies, he had to grant reluctantly that Grandpa was probably right about this being a foolish time to roam the woods. Besides, if he got caught, he would probably lose Grandpa’s trust forever and end up grounded for all eternity.

He noticed a few normal fairies fluttering around the yard. They approached the dead roses and began healing them with glittering flashes. Wilted petals blushed. Curled leaves unfurled. Brittle limbs became supple and green.

The fairies were evidently not banned yet—the others must have voluntarily deserted the yard. Seth watched the fairies continue restoring the damaged vegetation. He did not try to move in for a closer look. Even the pretty fairies had no fondness for him. They were still resentful that he had accidentally turned one of them into an imp the previous summer. They had punished him, the fairy had been restored, and he had apologized a lot, but the fairies still mostly spurned him.

As his excitement over the dark fairies wore off in their absence, Seth ached with boredom. If Grandpa would trust him with keys to the dungeon, he could probably find a way to pass the time down there. He wished Mendigo would return. He wished he could switch places with Kendra, off on an adventure so secretive nobody had trusted him with the details. He even almost wished he was shopping with Grandma!

What could he do? There were toys in the attic bedroom, lots of them, but he had played with them so much over the summer that they failed to entice him anymore. Maybe he could rip up some of his clothes and leave them for the brownies to mend. It was always interesting to see the improvements they made.

Seth stood up, ready to go inside, when a vaporous personage emerged from the woods. The misty, translucent figure glided toward the deck. Seth realized to his horror that the ghostly apparition looked like Tanu, except wispy and insubstantial.

Had Tanu been killed? Was this his spirit come to haunt them? Seth watched as the gaseous form drew nearer. Its face looked grave.

“Are you a ghost?” Seth called.

The vaporous Tanu shook his head, and motioned as if drinking something from a bottle.

“A potion?” Seth asked. “That’s right, you have a potion that turns you into gas, like the one Kendra said Warren used when you were battling the giant panther!”

Tanu nodded, drifting nearer. A light breeze arose, forcing him off course and temporarily dissipating his misty body. When the breeze died, Tanu re-formed and continued until he reached the deck. Unable to resist, Seth passed a hand through the insubstantial Samoan. The gas felt more like powder than mist. None of it stuck to his hand.

Tanu gestured for Seth to open the back door. Seth complied and followed Tanu into the house. “Grandpa, Tanu came back! He’s made of gas!”

Indoors, Tanu held together better, which made him look more solid. Seth swatted a hand through Tanu’s stomach, making the vapor shift and swirl.

“What is it, Tanu?” Grandpa asked, hustling into the room, cell phone in hand. “Was there trouble?”

The Samoan nodded.

“Where’s Coulter? Is he all right?”

Tanu shook his head.

“Dead?” Grandpa asked.

Tanu shook his head slightly and shrugged.

“Does he need our help?”

Tanu tilted a hand from side to side.

“He doesn’t need our help immediately.”

Tanu nodded.

“Are we in immediate danger?”

Tanu shook his head.

“How long before you’re back to normal?”

Tanu scrunched his brow, then held up one hand, the fingers spread wide.

“Five minutes?” Grandpa verified.

Tanu nodded.

The back door opened, and Dale entered with Mendigo. “What’s going on?” Dale asked, taking in Tanu’s altered state. “Mendigo showed up at the stables and abducted me.”

“We have a problem,” Grandpa said. “Dark fairies attacked Seth in the yard.”

Eyes wide, Tanu gestured vigorously.

“Dark fairies attacked you too?” Seth asked.

Tanu stabbed a finger at Seth, nodding emphatically.

“Have you noticed anything unusual with any of the creatures today?” Grandpa asked Dale.

“Nothing like dark fairies,” he replied.

“I called Ruth. She’ll be careful coming into the house. I still can’t reach the Sphinx.”

“When will he solidify?” Dale asked, his eyes flicking over to Tanu.

“In a few minutes,” Grandpa said.

“Mind if I grab some water?” Dale asked.

“Might do us all some good,” Grandpa said.

They went to the kitchen, where Dale poured each of them a tall glass of cool water from the fridge. While Seth sipped at his drink, Tanu coalesced into his old self. A brief fizzing sound accompanied the rapid transformation.

“Sorry about that,” Tanu said. “I’m not sure I would have escaped without the aid of a potion.”

“What happened?” Grandpa asked calmly.

Tanu took a sip of water. “As planned, we were scouting for a new home for the gentle nipsies. We were investigating that crescent-shaped meadow near where the Forgotten Chapel used to stand. You know the one?”

“Sure,” Dale said.

Grandpa nodded.

“I would, if I was ever allowed to explore,” Seth grumbled.

“We came across a swarm of squabbling fairies, weaving around like dogfighters, some light, some dark. From what we saw, when the dark ones got their mouths on the light ones, the light fairies were extinguished—they became dark. But the light fairies didn’t appear to be converting any dark ones.”

“How many fairies?” Grandpa asked.

“Must have been nearly thirty,” Tanu answered. “The brawl looked about even at first, but before long, the dark outnumbered the light three to one. Coulter and I decided we ought to break it up before all the fairies were changed. He has that crystal that makes people dizzy, and thought he might be able to disrupt the battle enough to give the light fairies a chance to escape.

“The instant we stepped into the clearing, the dark fairies left off tangling with the light ones and swarmed us. There was almost no time to think. Coulter urged me to go gaseous. Hugo put himself between us and the onslaught, and they hit him hard with murky magic that withered the grass on his body and left him spotted with black marks. Holding his crystal high, Coulter ordered Hugo to retreat to the barn, which was the right call. There was little Hugo could do against so many tiny enemies. The golem obeyed, and the fairies swooped at Coulter. The crystal disrupted their flight. Most crashed to the ground. A few managed to land on Coulter. They started biting him, and then he vanished.”

“Did he put on his invisibility glove?” Seth asked hopefully.

“No glove,” Tanu said. “He just disappeared. I drank the potion as the fairies came at me, and dissolved into a gaseous state just in time. They were mad, darting through me, shooting bursts of blackness at me, but when they saw that it was in vain, they flew away.”

“They couldn’t have killed Coulter,” Dale said. “Dark or not, the treaty would still bind them. You were on neutral ground. They couldn’t kill Coulter unless he had killed somebody at Fablehaven.”

“For that very reason, I don’t think he’s dead,” Tanu said. “But they placed some sort of curse on him that either made him invisible or teleported him away. I stayed and scoured the area, but found no evidence that he was invisible. No depressions in the grass where he might have been lying or standing. I would have heard him if he made a sound, but I detected nothing. That’s all I know. I came straight here.”

“You’re sure Coulter didn’t change into a darkened state himself?” Grandpa asked. “He simply vanished?”

“That’s what I saw,” Tanu said. “Maybe he turned into grass, or into a mosquito, or into oxygen. Maybe he shrank. I suppose there’s a chance that somehow the rules don’t apply to these dark creatures, and Coulter no longer exists in any form.”

Grandpa sighed, bowing his head. When he raised it, he looked wretched. “I worry that I’m unfit to continue as caretaker. Have I grown too old? Have I lost my touch? Perhaps I should resign and ask the Conservators’ Alliance to appoint a new overseer in my stead. It seems we’ve had one catastrophe after another lately, with the people I love most paying the price for my incompetence.”

“This isn’t your fault,” Tanu said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I know you and Coulter are old friends.”

“I’m not asking for sympathy,” Grandpa said. “I’m simply trying to be objective. I’ve been captured twice in the past year. The preserve was taken to the brink of collapse each time. I may have become more of a hindrance than a help to Fablehaven and those who live here.”

“A fellow can’t always avoid tough circumstances,” Dale said. “But you can weather the trouble and come out on top. You’ve done it before, and I expect you’ll do it again.”

Grandpa shook his head. “I haven’t solved anything lately. If not for my grandchildren risking their lives, along with help from the rest of you and a healthy dose of good fortune, Fablehaven would be in ruins.”