I've changed the rating from an M to a T, every warning is still the same, just toned down a bit. I wonder, do you have the term 'ram-rod straight' in America? It's quite popular here in England but I don't know if it's the same over the pond. This will probably be my last update 'til the new year so if the world does not explode, I'll see you then! I realised when I was writing this, it seems more TeganxAlfred, it isn't meant to be that way, I'm just expressing how handsome and alien the Fey are. Don't worry, Alfred and Arthur will get together eventually, even if there is some hate at first, ha ha isn't there always? Everything is slowly being cleared up but it will still be a few more chapters until everything is cleared up, could you also appreciate the fact that Fey Folk don't regard gender as an important thing and only view gender as the person who has the child and the person who impregnates. Please excuse mistakes and MERRY CHRISTMAS from a very tired writer who is suffering painful writer's block on my original book m(_ _)m

I don't own Hetalia

A name is usually not given lightly. It represents thought and feelings and can be significant when given the right usage, especially when used in Magic

The dull sun had just begun to touch the misty horizon in the first signs of twilight. In the house, Alfred carried a tray of milk and honey up to one of the smaller guestrooms. He tried not to think too much about what he was carrying, in fact, the more he thought about it the stupider and more gullible it seemed. Yet the whispered words of the strange voices; one like air and the other like water, still haunted his conscious. Alfred wondered if the two unearthly children in the pictures were also the owners of the lingering voices, which would only cement his growing theory that the house was haunted by said children. There was only one hole – and a gaping one at that – in his theory, and that was the child he had crashed into in the maze part of the garden.

For Alfred to be able to crash into the small child with such force made him doubt it was a ghost. At first Alfred was unsure what to do with the child; more late teenager when Alfred got a better look at it, Merlin stopped by Alfred's side but was of no help in the situation, not that Alfred expected him to be. Finally Alfred decided to take the teenager indoors, as he lifted the teenager, he realised it was a female and most definitely the same one from the picture and one behind him in the bathroom that morning. She was undeniably beautiful with shimmering skin and delicate, elfin features, her jet black hair set off her red lips and rosy cheeks. She was extremely light as well, making her no trouble for Alfred to carry.

Alfred set the tray down on the wooden bed side table, the girl had been unconscious for an hour now, that could not be healthy Alfred decided. In an attempt to wake her, Alfred tried wafting over the smell of the milk and honey unsuccessfully. Merlin watched from the end of the bed, Alfred was sure if Merlin had eyebrows, one of them would be raised. Alfred flopped on the bed with a sigh and let out a louder one when the girl still did not wake.

"What are we gonna do, little dude?" Groaned Alfred.

Trying his best to be comforting, Merlin rubbed his head against Alfred's hand, when he did not receive an enthusiastic response; Merlin moved onto the sleeping girl, he gave a few short licks to her face in an attempt to rouse her. Her skin had a sweet taste to it, like ripe cherries or red liquorice. Merlin paused when the girl's long eyelashes stirred slightly. Merlin let out a small mew to alert Alfred of the girl's movement. Alfred lent over with wide eyes, his breathing stilled.

"Is she waking up?" he asked quietly.

Slowly, the girl's lids parted to reveal clouded blue eyes; the girl looked around the room groggily before settling on Alfred. Alfred watched cautiously as the girl's memories dripped steadily into her subconscious. Her eyes widened and cleared as she remembered how she came to be in the current situation.

"Y-You?" she stuttered, pulling the blankets up to her frightened eyes. "I-I am not a leprechaun, I cannot lead you to gold." She warned.

Alfred gave the girl a weird look, it was pretty clear already that she was not a little man dressed in green, puffing on an old pipe. Alfred also noticed she was the owner of the clear and cool voice that was obsessed with food he heard this morning. The girl swallowed nervously, her eyes torn between keeping an eye on Alfred and staring at the delicious milk and honey that sat under a metre away.

"There is food there, but not last night." Mused the girl, mostly to herself.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that, I didn't know my Aunt fed... orphans." Alfred thought that was the best word to describe the girl.

"But Joshua, you fed us first." Defended the girl, the blanket lowered to her pale neck.

Alfred looked at her curiously. "Joshua was my Granddad's name."

"What? No, your sister is Madge, is she not."

"No, she's my Great Aunt, there's a bit of an age gap."

"Age in this world confuses me." Said the girl with a sulking edge to her voice.

"Can I ask your name?" queried Alfred, ignoring the confusion that came with the girl's words.

"Names are valuable possessions." Replied the girl evasively.

"Mine's Alfred." Offered Alfred.

Viewing that as a sufficient exchange, the girl told Alfred her name. "My name is Tegan." There was a certain reverence in the way Tegan said her name, Alfred shivered slightly, he felt as if the name was wrapping around his soul and heating it.

"Right, well... Tegan, do you have any parents I can call?" asked Alfred, now the girl was awake he wanted rid of her, it would be a bit strange for a single man to have a teenage girl alone in his house.

"I do not know where my parents reside now and I doubt if you were shout for them they would come to you." Said Tegan in a straight voice.

Clearly a misunderstanding had occurred somewhere down the line.

"I mean with a telephone." Explained Alfred.

Tegan gave Alfred a blank look, Alfred stared back, now that she had completely lowered the blanket, Alfred saw Tegan was wearing a white puff shirt and a sleeveless doublet with gold thread work. This strange girl was just as old fashioned as the clothes she wore. Bored with the conversation, Tegan grabbed the bowl of milk and quickly drank it down, once she had finished she allow Merlin to lick what was left, from the way Merlin allowed Tegan to caress his fluffy fur, Alfred guessed this was not her first meeting.

Not allowing the conversation to drop, Alfred continued. "Is your house near?"

"I do not have a house, but yes, I do reside near this house." Returned Tegan evenly.

Alfred pushed himself off the bed and stepped closer to Tegan. "W-what are you doing?" she asked, nerves returning.

"Checking for bumps." Tegan let Alfred feel through her hair for any signs of her bad fall, Tegan had soft and silky hair that Alfred enjoyed running his fingers through. Pulling back, Alfred stared at Tegan with confusion; there was not even the slightest sign of their crash.

"I heal quite fast." Said Tegan with eyes cast to the floor.

"Just what are you?" wondered Alfred. "I mean, I saw you in all those all pictures with Aunt Margaret, yet here you are, decades later and you've only aged like, what, seven years?"

"I could ask you the same question." Retorted Tegan, jumping out of the bed and startling Merlin. "How can you see me anyway?"

Tegan's eyes landed on the gold chain that just peeked out from Alfred's t-shirt, in a flash she was right in front of Alfred, Alfred let out a gasp; his eyes had not even captured her movement. Tegan snatched up the chain and held it in her bony grip, inspecting the two trinkets that hung from it. Although she was thin, Tegan was taller than Alfred had first realised; her head just reached his shoulders. Satisfied with her inspection, Tegan let the chain go, Alfred hastily tucked the ring back into his shirt.

"That's a fairy ring." Stated Tegan.

Alfred stared at the strange girl, it seemed the subject of the fairy folk was constant in this house and Tegan was in on it. Whatever it was. Merlin let out a rude meow, interrupting the staring contest that was just beginning between the two people. Both Tegan and Alfred stopped to stare at the cat as he sauntered out of the room. Alfred let out a small laugh and Tegan giggled, both then turned to look each other, thoughts of fairies forgotten, although it would ever be too far from one of their minds.

Alfred left the guest room and headed downstairs, Tegan on his tail and Merlin leading. Alfred was entertained when they got downstairs by the fact that Tegan had never experienced a television. When Alfred turned it on and the people appeared on screen, Tegan was mesmerised, she kept muttering things about 'elf magic' and 'beats Ian's illusions' as she doggedly sat cross legged in front of the television set. Alfred was content to let Tegan do as she please for now, it would be too late for her to return from where she came now anyways. Alfred lounged on sofa for bit, he let his eyes slip shut; the television could entertain Tegan for a few more hours, though he was quickly proven wrong.

"What the hell?" cried Tegan.

Alfred's eyes flew open. "What? What?" he asked, startled by Tegan's outburst.

Tegan glared at the fairies that danced on the screen, their shimmering blonde hair flowing behind them, their wings glittering continuously. "As if fairies would willingly play with small children without getting anything in return." Said Tegan indignantly. "And where are their sharp teeth?"

Alfred stared at Tegan incredulously; he had been doing that a lot today. "Aren't fairies or cute and girly?" he asked.

Tegan shook her head fiercely. "They are cruel little blighters with a strong bite."

After that encounter, Tegan declared she did not enjoy the television any more. Alfred was going to suggest something else when he noticed Tegan try to stifle – unsuccessfully – a yawn. Alfred was also feeling a bit tired and decided it would probably be best if they went to bed. Tegan already had her boots off as Alfred had taken them off; though not without difficulty, before he had put Tegan in bed earlier that day.

"Put out food first." Said Tegan stubbornly.

Alfred opened his mouth to say what a stupid idea that was, then he thought better of it, last time he had said such a thing, he ended up being saddled with this strange and cryptic girl. Next time, I'll listen to the cat thought Alfred. Obediently he filled a saucer with honey and milk and left on the windowsill outside. Compliant for now at least, Tegan climbed the stairs to her guest room but before she went in, she took a small to diversion to Aunt Margaret's room. As Alfred went by, he heard her scuffling around, Alfred peeked his head round, wondering what Tegan could possibly be up to. Tegan herself was sitting cross legged on the bed, a shoebox full of photos in front of her. Intrigued by the photos, Alfred sat next to Tegan. In Tegan's hands was a black and white picture of the blonde haired child, which from its similarities to Tegan, Alfred was beginning to suspect was a girl, another person in the photo was an older child with hair darker than the blonde child and lighter than Margaret's; who also made an appearance in the photo.

"That is my twin." Said Tegan quietly, pointing at the blonde child; who wore a sulking expression the exact copy of Tegan's.

Alfred looked at the picture for a long time before he said; "Did you know Aunt Margaret well?" he posed the same question he posed to Liz.

Tegan smiled in reminiscence. "Yes, she was kinder than most humans and was much more interesting, she was very enjoyable to be around, my twin knew her the best though, but humans are fragile, your lives are nothing more than a second when compared to our great life span."

There is was again, another hint that Tegan was not quite on the same level as Alfred both historically and biologically. Tegan caressed the picture, her eyes veiled with old memories, there was something almost personal in the way Tegan touched the pictures that forced Alfred to turn his gaze away quickly, as if he had stumbled across a lovers' secret meeting.

"We should go to bed." Said Alfred, standing up quickly.

Tegan placed the lid back on the shoebox after putting the picture back in its rightful position. She smoothed the lid gently. Alfred was quick to escape the intimate feeling that had settled across the room and get to his newly acquired room. The strewn clothes, unmade bed and half-read crime novels made it seem more like his bedroom at home, it made it more homely. Before he got on with doing everything he needed to in the attached bathroom, Alfred stripped down to his boxers, leaving his clothes behind him in a messy trail. Behind him, a floorboard squeaked, Alfred looked round and locked eyes with Tegan, who stood very unsure of herself at the doorway.

"What the-?" choked out Alfred, looking for something to cover himself with, it was strange, he would never usually be embarrassed about his body (he thought it was a good body that was the effect of many hours in the gym), but something about Tegan's clear, unquestioning eyes were very unnerving.

"I have not got clothes to sleep in." Muttered Tegan.

Alfred was stumped; he had not considered that at all. "I suppose, you could use one of my tops." He offered.

A slight rummage in his drawers and Alfred managed to find a top that was a bit too big for him, making it a perfect nightdress for Tegan. He handed the top to her without making any eye contact, Tegan took it with a word of thanks and immediately started to undress out of her doublet, her skilled fingers flying over the gold buttons.

"Woah, woah, woah!" shouted Alfred,

Thankfully Tegan paused in the undoing of her clothes. "What is it?" she asked in an innocent voice.

Alfred realised the next words out of his words would make him sound like a pervert, especially if he had to explain them to the naive girl. "Never mind, I'm just going into the bathroom." He said, retreating out of the room.

Alfred sat in the bathroom trying to preoccupy himself with the brushing of his teeth rather than the teenager getting undressed only a few metres away. Yet the more he tried to push the thought away, the more force it came back with. After an agonising few minutes, Alfred tentatively peeked his head around the bathroom door. Tegan had finished getting changed, that was the only upside of the situation, slim legs disappeared into the baggy t-shirt that hung seductively off one shoulder. Alfred had been hoping the padding of the doublet was the reason for Tegan's chest. He was wrong. Alfred wondered if ramming his head repeatedly against the nearest wall was appropriate for the current situation.

"You can go now." Said Alfred awkwardly.

Tegan shuffled her feet but no other movement. "I have never slept by myself." She said shyly.

Alfred all but groaned, the wall was looking more and more inviting. "Fine." He sighed. "But stay on your side."

Tegan hopped into bed with a wide smile, Alfred got in reluctantly. Luckily for Alfred, Tegan's style of sleeping was to curl up in a small ball like a cat, her head tucked under the blanket so only her inky black locks were viewable. Alfred lay stiffly on his side, facing away from Tegan, tiredness fought with his constant knowing of her presence.

"It has been a long time since I slept." Mumbled Tegan into the blanket.

"How long?" asked Alfred before he could stop himself.

"Six months." Mumbled Tegan.

Alfred assumed he heard wrong but did not want to confirm or disprove what he thought she had said. A calm silence fell over the room, soft and even breath sounded from Tegan as slipped into slumber, outside, a raven cawed loudly to others of his kind, to humans it was nothing more than ominous, to the forest creatures it warned of the coming of something bad.

When Tegan awoke, she was alone in the warm bed. Slowly, she padded over to the large window and drew apart the curtains. Judging by the height of the sun, Tegan guessed it was about eleven o'clock. With a small shiver Tegan realised she had been away from her twin for nearly twenty-four hours, such was never heard of usually. She would have to leave Madge's great nephew soon, but he kept asking about such absurdities like her house and parents. Sometimes Tegan wondered if that ignorant boy really was related to the brilliant Madge, he certainly did look identical to Joshua, they had a similar personality. Joshua though, had grown with his roots firmly entwined in magic, Alfred on the other hand had grown up in a practical world that tried to explain everything and expelled anything that did not fit to its regulations.

Alfred turned over the bacon in the frying pan as he whistled softly to himself. He had been quick to get out of bed in the morning; Tegan had somehow managed to latch herself onto Alfred in the night and had her head snuggled in the crook of his neck, her soft breath made goose bumps of his tanned skin. The awkward positioning only occurred to Alfred after he noticed Tegan's ears, clearly in the night her hair had become tangled and spread out on the pillow behind her, this revealed a pair of ears with delicate pointed tips. At first Alfred though his eyes were playing tricks on him, everything was a bit blurry without his glasses; he could manage without them but had become reliant on them, but even with the glasses, the ears were just as defined into tapered points.

Tipping the bacon onto the plate, Alfred began to pull small pieces off it as it was too hot to take bites from but Alfred was too hungry to wait for extended periods of time. An obtrusive cough made itself known from the hallway, Alfred looked up and as expected, Tegan was standing there, thankfully back in her puff shirt ensemble minus the doublet. Tegan cast a small glance towards the door.

"I should be leaving you presence soon." She said politely. "Thank you for caring for me."

"No problemo." Beamed Alfred, trying not to think about Tegan's ears.

Tegan risked a little smile back, showing perfectly straight and pearly teeth. "Can you not speak of my name to others." She asked.

Alfred shrugged, he was not going to be speaking of this encounter at all after it was over. "Why not." He finished the last of the bacon. "Now, I'll walk you to your home."

Tegan shook her head. "It is alright, I shall go by myself."

"No, no." Argued Alfred, he had some sense of responsibility for Tegan. "It could be dangerous, you live on the other side of that maze, don't ya?"

"Mmm." Said Tegan evasively.

"C'mon." Said Alfred, practically dragging Tegan outside.

As he was looking at the annoyed Tegan rather what was in front of him. Alfred did not notice the teenager that stood in his way until he bumped into him. Alfred glanced at his blockade with surprise, it was the blonde haired teenager that was also Tegan's twin. The teenager's feminine features were the exact copy of Tegan's, but the teenager's eyebrows were much thicker and drawn into a prominent scowl.

"Brother!" cried Tegan, flinging herself at the blonde haired teenager.

Alfred rose his eyebrows, this child certainly did not look like a boy, in any way, his form was thin and his skin glimmered like his sister's, he was as tall as his sister as well. Tegan pulled away from the hug to caress her brother's face with affection, her brother did the same and green and blue eyes stalked each other more deeply that Alfred thought possible. After that strangely intimate reunion, the blonde teenager glared at Alfred, he also moved in front of Tegan in a protective stance.

"Why did you capture my Tegan?" growled the boy, he was the owner of the voice like a slow-flowing stream.

Alfred was surprised at the boy's possessive term, but made no comment on it. "I was just being helpful" he explained.

"Humans are never just 'helpful', they are too greedy." Said the boy haughtily. "How terrible of you, Joshua."

"He is not Joshua, he is Alfred." Intervened Tegan, putting a hand on her twin's shoulder. "Now you must give him your name, must you not?"

The boy glared at Alfred and said in a reluctant voice. "I will tell you my name only because it is necessary; I am Arthur."

Tegan smiled happily, "Now everyone will be able to get along." She clearly viewed the world more simply than her brother.

Alfred certainly did not think he would be getting along with the grumpy Arthur any time soon.

"Tegan, does he know?" asked Arthur, pointedly ignoring the 'he' in question.

"Not every detail, but he is so nice and he is Madge's family." Defended Tegan.

"Blood means nothing to Humans." Grumbled Arthur, his eyes grew dangerously dark.

Tegan paused, her eyes clouding over slightly, Alfred had enough experience with younger children to know Tegan was close to tears about the situation. Alfred felt that was partly his fault for not believing her or letting her explain herself.

"Maybe you could explain everything now." Said Alfred, gesturing back into the house.

Arthur clearly wanted to say no, but Tegan was over eager to clear up the beginnings of bad blood between her brother and her helper. Arthur was extremely uncomfortable with having to step inside the house and was constantly checking behind him for dangers. Even once he had sat down at the dining room table, Arthur was still fidgety and uncomfortable.

"Did you know Madge believed in the Fey?" started Tegan.

"Not until I heard from the people in the village." Clarified Alfred.

"Madge was very magically endowed." Said Arthur unexpectedly. "You on the other hand..."

"Yeah, yeah, eyebrows, I get it." Said Alfred in a thoroughly irritated voice.

Arthur immediately fluffed up while Tegan let out a small giggle like the chime of bells, with another of many huffs Arthur sat back in his chair, though not in a slouch as his back was still ram-rod straight. Alfred much preferred the female twin to her grumpy brother; her kind outlook was very refreshing.

"Casterbridge has always been famed for its roots in magic and the Fey Folk." Said Tegan. "It has many natural sites associated with mystical events."

Alfred felt that he was part of some advert on the highlights of visiting this remote village.

"How much do you know about the different races of Fey?" asked Tegan.

Clearly Alfred's blank stare said it all as Tegan's face fell slightly and Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Fairies?" offered Alfred weakly.

"Yes, I suppose, how about Elves. Trolls or Goblins?" suggested Tegan.

"Or Pixies." Added Arthur.

Something clicked in Alfred's mind, he did not know how it clicked or what even clicked in the first place as he had not even an inkling of an idea about the strange world that these eccentric twins had emerged from.

"Are you guys... Pixies." The word sounded strange of Alfred's lips.

Tegan beamed. "You got it, maybe Madge is watching over you."

Alfred stared at Tegan and Arthur, it did make sense with their round, mischievous faces, small yet lithe frames and sparkling eyes. Then there was the mystical air the enveloped them. Alfred's mind was split pretty evenly between disbelief and acceptance.

"Sister, we must leave now." Stated Arthur, rising to his full yet still small stature.

Tegan pouted. "But Brother, now we can come back to this house freely."

"Do you think we can just replace Madge with this ridiculous man?" complained Arthur, Alfred had the distinct feeling he was being ignored. "Besides, Ian and Alastar have made it hard to leave the Hollow now."

Tegan looked utterly crestfallen, with a small sigh she followed Arthur out of the room, Alfred trailed after them unable to think of any way to prevent what was happening before him. Arthur paused in front of the kitchen window, his eyes narrowed dangerously. Grazing on the grass outside was the miniature sheep Alfred had seen before.

"Do you know that sheep?" Asked Alfred, no doubt one of the strangest questions he had asked.

Since Arthur was in no hurry to answer, Tegan said. "All Fey have a familiar, and that sheep is Alastar's."

Funnily enough, the first question that occurred to Alfred was not the fact that the Fey have an animal counterpart. "Who's Alastar?"

Tegan twisted a lock of hair in thought. "He is a Dark Elf. He is very dangerous so do not go near that sheep."

It was strange advice, but nevertheless it was advice Alfred would follow. In an attempt to be helpful, Alfred commented. "There was a rabbit before."

Without looking away from the munching sheep, Arthur said. "That is my familiar."

"It was getting on pretty well with that sheep." Said Alfred slightly snidely.

"What familiars do is of no concern to the Fey." Stated Arthur, giving Alfred a sideways glance.

Tegan nodded. "I have not seen my familiar in years."

Arthur headed to the back door, "We should take our leave."

Tegan jumped into a tight hug with Alfred, Alfred awkwardly returned the hug, trying to ignore the piercing glare of Tegan's disgruntled twin. Tegan had a strange smell of damp earth and moss after a long period of rain, it was not a particularly pleasant scent but it made Alfred feel warm to his core.

Tegan pulled away slowly, "Be safe." She smiled.

Alfred nodded mutely, and watched silently as the pair of Pixies disappeared down the garden and through the maze.

Tegan walked behind her brother sadly, his tight grip on her hand was the only thing that really kept her moving. Her older brother was practically storming along the winding maze, the directions embedded in his head since he was young. Tegan already missed the kind Alfred and his interesting human food; that was much better than Fey fruit. A lonely tear trickled down Tegan's rosy cheek, sensing her feelings, Arthur whipped round to face his beloved twin.

"My Sister," he sighed sadly. "You do understand I am protecting you this way."

Tegan gave a slight nod of understanding. "His kindness is so close to Madge's, dear Brother, if only things were safe, surely we could see him again."

Arthur lent in to kiss his Sister, enjoying the taste of rich cherries that always lingered on her lips and tongue, with a sweet smile, Arthur pulled back and looked at his blushing twin. "I promise we shall come back when it is safe to do so."

Tegan grinned jovially and clasped her Brother's delicate hand. "We cannot forget the memories ingrained in that house."

Arthur shook his head with a small chuckle. "Memories like those are never forgotten."

Tegan gazed up at the sky, the clouds were beginning to clear in a sign of good weather ahead; it had been a cloudy summer's day like today that the twins had first met a girl that would inconceivably change their world.

Madge crouched in her brilliant hiding place; inside a hollow hedge. Her large brother would never be able to squeeze into such a place. Madge unsuccessfully tried to suppress another round of giggles at the brilliancy of her hidden position. She could hear her brother clunking around in heavy boots and calling her name, as if she would reveal herself, she would wait until Joshua had given up completely and show herself as the triumphant winner.

Something rustled nearby, intrigued, Madge crept over to where the sound came from, two wide, blue eyes stared from a face of black fur. Madge let out a squeal of terror and desperately scrambled backwards. On hearing his sister's cry, Joshua forgot the game and crashed through the hedge to get to her, completely prepared to be the hero of the day.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Madge pointed to the small black mouse that sat on the dead leaves that littered the floor of the interior of the hedge.

Joshua laughed heartily. "Why, that's just a little mouse!"

Madge clenched her eyes shut and shook her head fiercely; her auburn curls whipped back and forth furiously, she could not stand mice, not one bit, their cat; Lancelot, loved to bring in half-dead ones as presents, much to her and her mother's dismay. The mouse, unperturbed by Madge's squeals, crept further towards the siblings, it tail twitched with interest.

Joshua outstretched one hand for the mouse to sniff nimbly before retreating back, the mouse repeated this process several times, then finally it retreated completely back to its original place. With a small shiver, the mouse grew into a small child with mischievous eyes and short, black hair. Both Joshua and Madge were astonished, but their childish minds were able to cope with such impossible things rather than an adult mind that used facts and regulations as a basis for every event.

"Hello." Said the girl, a little shyly.

"Hello." Muttered Joshua and Madge just as shyly.

"Can we be friends?" asked the girl, Joshua noticed that her clothing was like the pirates he saw in movies. Madge was more preoccupied by how the girl's voice was like fresh, mountain air that chaffed your cheeks to a reddened state.

"We have to know your name first." Said Madge unexpectedly brave.

The girl fiddled with the cuff of her shirt. "Only if you tell me yours first."

"Mine's Madge, and this is my brother; Joshua." Said Madge with a bright smile.

The girl smiled tentatively back. "My name is Tegan, I also have a brother."

Happy at her new friend, Madge offered that they should all play hide and seek, at first Joshua was unsure about the new girl, but he warmed to her as his sister did. She was incredibly kind and full of fresh innocence, even a ten-year-old child like Joshua could notice.

The three children played until the sun lazily drifted to touch the horizon. When the calls for them to return to their homes sounded; Madge and Joshua turned sadly to Tegan not wanting to finish their games quite yet. Tegan had no calls of parents or a warm home to return to the forest at the back of Joshua and Madge's house was her only place and her brother her only protector.

Madge agreed to meet the strange Tegan again the next day, it was the summer holidays and the days were long and empty with nothing to do except play for children. Tegan's days were even longer with no need for food and sleep though that did not stop her from enjoying it. Tegan also agreed to bring her brother, Joshua was more excited about that, he wanted a boy to wrestle around with and do boy things.

Tegan watched her new found friends leave the forest, a small smile still present of her elfish features.

Tegan and Arthur flew through the forest; Tegan as a small flitting blackbird and Arthur as a larger swift dove. For most of the journey back to their hollow, Tegan had been preoccupied with her endless memories, she realised happily most of them involved her beautiful twin, Arthur had always been by her side and always would be. In the hundreds of years she had walked the forest, Arthur had walked beside her, it was a kind of comfort she had come to depend on and she did not know what she would do without it. It was a bond humans would not be able to understand, her brother was her soul mate, nothing more than a partnership of matching souls, the odd show of physical contact was seen as normal as well, but that was true for all Fey.

Tegan always enjoyed flying; it made her feel free, far above the Fey that would try to use those of their kind weaker than them, in this case; Elves and Pixies. Pixies are fun loving and in close contact with the Humans that fed them, they have deep traditions and strong transformation magic. Elves are stoic and cripplingly reserved, especially towards humans, they are brilliant fighters and controllers of the elements. Each species of Fey wanted what the other had and other bloody disputes would start. Things were calm at the moment, but the Elves were continually pushing into Casterbridge; one of the main homes of the Pixies, from the deep English wilderness. The last thing Tegan wanted was bloodshed, on either sides, but as Arthur always told her, the tides of war will come and go and the will of one Fey will not be able to stop that.

Yay! Second chapter, few days late though, I really apologise for that, I've been Christmas shopping for the family e_o it's very harrowing. Oh well, just as a side note, I love how innocent Tegan is, nobody is like that in real life, my brother was taught swearwords by his friends at school. He's five. Anyways, I'll try to stop rambling now, please do leave a review, I enjoy constructive criticism but don't flame, only writers could understand how much that hurts ;^;