What I Wore to Save the World (14 page)

“I'm fine,” I mumbled. “Sorry, lost it for minute. I haven't slept much, and—that kind of sent me over the edge.”

I was on my ass, on the moss-covered earth. A circle of worried-looking unicorns were standing around me, snorting steam and gently pawing the ground.

“Are you sure she's the right one, Epona?” a deep, horsey voice asked from the circle. “She seems pretty wimpy.”

“Hush,” scolded the unicorn that was nudging me. “Just because
you
can sleep standing up doesn't mean everyone can! She must be tired. She came a long way, remember? And without even knowing why she was needed.” This unicorn's voice was warm, older, and definitely female. “That doesn't sound wimpy to me.”

I struggled to my feet, using the friendly unicorn's mane as a support. “I'm fine. You took me by surprise, that's all.”

To be honest, it wasn't just the cheer that had freaked me out. I'd seen plenty of magic, but come on—these were unicorns! How cool was that? They looked like incredibly beautiful silver horses, with glowing horns and strangely human eyes.

“We wanted to welcome you in style. Show her!” At which point the unicorns leaped into formation and did another bit of horn-spelling, accompanied by chanting—“Em Oh Are! Gee A En! Gooooooo, Morgan!”—followed by loud snorts and whinnies.

“Awesome,” I said, trying not to keel over again.
Just my luck,
I thought.
Cheerleader unicorns.

“I am Epona,” the nice one said again. “Leader of the Herd. We have many chants and dances designed to embolden your spirit for the dangerous work that lies ahead! Would you like to see more?”

Quickly I held up a hand to stop them. “Actually, I would appreciate it if we could just skip ahead to the part where you explain to me about this ‘saving the world' stuff,” I said, brushing the moss off the butt of my jeans. The unicorns looked disappointed, so I added, “It sounds like the sooner I get started doing whatever it is you need me to do, the better.”

“I take back what I said about her being wimpy,” the unicorn with the deep voice intoned. “Listen to how eager she is to face the terror that lies ahead! To fight the unbeatable foe! To run where the brave dare not go! To strive, with her last ounce of courage—”

“Excuse me, but I'm pretty sure that's from
Man of La Mancha
,” I interjected. “My parents took my sister and me to see it in a dinner theater once.”

“It's an old unicorn song.” Epona reared up on her hind legs with pride. “ ‘ To Break the Unbreakable Horn.' Now and then our traditions slip into your world by accident. A little faery world spillover is no biggie, especially if it ends up someplace harmless, like in a Broadway musical. But it's been happening more often, lately.”

“Too often!” one of the unicorns cried. Others shouted agreement.

At that there was a round of worried-sounding snorting and neighing. “Yes,” said Epona, agreeing with whatever it was they'd said. “That is the problem, indeed. The veil is slipping. It's already begun.”

The veil? Mr. McAlister had used that word too. “What does it mean, ‘The veil is slipping'?”

“The veil is what separates our magical world from your human world,” Epona explained. “And it's starting to disappear.”

“I know about the reflecting pool,” I said. “Is that what you mean?”

She shook her lovely silver muzzle from side to side. “There have always been portals. And the occasional bit of cultural exchange has benefited both realms. But for the most part, our worlds have remained separate, and this has been for the safety of all.”

Epona lowered her head so her horn was pointing right at me. “Over time, your world has convinced itself that we of the magic realm do not really exist. We are called fiction, myth, fantasy, fairy tale. But our kind are all too familiar with the ways of humans. In fact, to some of us, what you call ‘reality' has become a deeply addictive source of entertainment.”

I was confused. “Reality? You mean, like
Survivor
?”

Epona stamped her hooves with passion. “I mean all of it!
Dancing with the Stars
, stiletto heels, Facebook! There are those in the faery realm who think that you humans are simply having more fun than we are.” Epona's long silver lashes half-lowered over her soulful eyes. “There is one magical being in particular who believes this. Unfortunately, she is very powerful.”

“You mean Queen Titania.” It wasn't a question. As soon as I heard “stiletto heels” I knew where this was going.

“Unfortunately, you are correct.” Epona's tail flicked with worry. “Titania's fascination with human civilization is out of control. She believes the time has come to undo the veil between the human and magic realms.”

The unicorn's horn blushed pink, making Epona look almost embarrassed. “She claims she is sick of hiding from mortals. She wants to shop at Abercrombie & Fitch and work out with a personal trainer. She wants to attend the Teen Choice Awards and be on the cover of
Us Weekly
. And she wants to bring all of us with her. Faeries, mermaids, elves, trolls, giants, leprechauns, pixies—you name it.”

“Even unicoooooooorns!” one of the herd whinnied in dismay.

“So Titania wants to turn the whole world into one big faery party, permanently?” I said dumbly. “But that would be awful! People would freak out. It would be a total mess.”

“We fear it would be worse than that,” Epona said. The rest of the unicorns nickered tragically. “No one knows better than we unicorns that your kind are not always tolerant of magical difference. Our species once ran freely on the earth but was nearly wiped out by the human tendency to destroy even beautiful things that they don't understand. If we had not confined our surviving members to the magical dimension, the unicorns would have become stinked.”

Had I heard her right? “You mean extinct, don't you?”

“Indeed.” She lowered her head. “You cannot imagine how hard it was for us to come through the pool and hide here in the forest. But it was the only way we could call for your help without Titania knowing.”

“Extinct?” I thought of Tammy and her crackpot theories about math. “Do you really think that's what would happen?”

“We believe that if the human and magic worlds were merged again, the way they used to be in the long-ago times of myths and legend, it would mean the end not only of unicorns, but of faeries, trolls, leprechauns, pixies, mermaids and every other magical being you can think of. Santa Claus. Even the tooth fairy,” Epona said sadly. “All gone.”

I hated to think she was right—but inside, I knew that she was. When humans got scared, they came out fighting. No way could this be allowed to happen. And then I remembered why Epona was telling me all this.

Me? There must be some kind of mistake.

“Epona,” I said, trying to sound reasonable. “I totally see your point. And I agree that what Queen Titania plans to do would be a catastrophe. I'm just wondering what exactly you think I can do about it?”

“Simple, Morganne.” Epona's big silver lips moved around her giant horse teeth with surprising delicacy. “Only the Queen of the Faeries has the power to lift the veil between the worlds—or to restore it.”

For some reason my stomach was starting to ache, just like it did right before I took the SATs. “Okay, so only the queen can lift the veil—and your point is?”

“Titania has to gooooooo,” she whinnied. “It's time for
you
to become Queen.”

thirteen

the echo of epona's whinny seemed to bounce around the forest for a really long time. Long enough for me to thoroughly freak out.

“Are you insane?” I cried. “I can't be Queen of the Faeries! For one thing, I'm not qualified. I have no idea how to run a realm. And anyway, I have my own career plans. Big plans!”

“Bigger than saving the world?” She snorted.

“To me they are.” I was so flustered I was practically snorting too. “I'm going to apply to college. And get a job someday, doing, I don't know, something—I haven't really figured it out yet. And I'm kind of in a relationship, you know.”

Epona tossed her head flirtatiously. “But your royal consort would be welcome in our world, of course!”

Colin? Royal consort to the faery queen? This was getting worse and worse. “Epona, you don't understand. Not only is Colin
not
going to be my royal consort, I don't want him to have anything to do with the faery realm. It's bad enough that you played with his head by scratching that message in the dirt.” I scowled at her. “That wasn't keeping a very good separation of the worlds, now, was it?”

Epona hung her head until her long silvery mane touched the ground. “We were desperate. We thought it was the best way to get your attention,” she confessed.

“Yeah, well—lucky for you, Colin doesn't believe in unicorns. He's convinced himself that you're some weird troupe of costumed circus animals. And that's exactly what I want him to think.” My voice was getting stronger and more impassioned. “I believe in maintaining the separation of the realms. Some things are better left as mysteries.”

At which point the unicorns burst into thunderous unicorn applause, blowing trumpet-calls out of their horns and stomping their hooves. I was startled, but then I thought,
Oh, fek. I've just given my first Morganne for Queen campaign speech.

The unicorns murmured excitedly.

“Listen to her fiery spirit! Her conviction! She believes what we believe!”

“Morganne will keep the worlds separate! Morganne will keep the worlds safe!”

“Morganne for Queen! Morganne for Queen!”

Epona quieted the crowd with a trumpet blast from the tip of her horn.

“I'm serious,” I went on, once the noise had died down. “Forget what I said. I can't do what you're asking. I wouldn't even know how to begin.”

“The truth is, neither do we,” Epona admitted. “Since faeries are immortal, the question of succession to the throne has never come up before. But the Rules of Succession do exist, and your first task will be to find out what they are.”

“Wait a minute.” Now I was getting mad. “You want me to take over as Queen of the Faeries, but you don't even know how it's done?”

The unicorns looked chagrined. Their horns started to glow a sad shade of blue.

“Unbelievable. I'm going back to bed. Fireflies, you're with me.” I turned to leave, but blocking my way was a big sad-face chat emoticon made of twinkling firefly butts, hovering in the air an arm's length in front of me. When I tried to step around it, it just kept moving and getting in my face.

I should tell Tammy to add “phosphorescent” to the double-PH word section of her notebook,
I thought, annoyed
. Bet she doesn't have many of those.

“We do not accept your answer, Morganne.” A tear glistened in the corner of Epona's practically human eye. “We cannot. Look at the world as it is. Then imagine how it would be if you refuse your duty. Come back to the forest when you find the Rules of Succession. We will be waiting.”

Before I could think of anything else to say, the unicorns bounded off into the trees. Their horns streaked disappointed trails of blue light behind them, as they raced away from the wimpiest superhero ever.

 

 

 

the sun hadn't risen yet, but as dawn approached the dark of night was definitely getting a lot less dark. Soon I could see where I was going, and I started striding along the boardwalk in a desperate half-run.

The fireflies swirled around me like angry gnats. Did they just like the smell of my shampoo? Or were they trying to tell me
Stop, don't be a wuss, we need your help Morganne—

“Shut up,” I growled, even though no one was nagging me but my own guilty conscience. The bugs took it personally, though. As one, they zoomed into the air in front of me and formed a perfect rendition of a sticking-out-your-tongue emoticon. Then they turned off their butt-lights and scattered.

It was a snazzy (if rude) display of aerial pyrotechnics, sure. But, come on—what Epona had asked me to do was
so
completely out of the question. I mean, I'd never even run for class clown! Now some sparkly pony with a glow stick on its head wanted me to stage a coup and become Queen of the Faeries? How was I supposed to explain that sudden career change to my friends back home in Connecticut? Nope, nope and more nope.

But I had to admit that the other stuff Epona had said—about the veil between the worlds slipping for good—didn't sound so hot, either. My whole plan to keep magic-me secret from Colin was just not going to work if Titania gate-crashed the human world and brought her whole faery posse with her.

Not to mention the threat of a permanent fade-to-black of all magical beings. Including Santa.

Look at the world as it is. Then imagine how it would be if you refuse your duty. . . .
I kept my head down as I walked, careful not to look anywhere but directly in front of my feet. Between the half-magic ambience at Castell Cyfareddol and this business about the veil slipping, I had no intention of making eye contact with any gargoyles—in case they had something to add to the conversation too.

 

 

 

i held my breath as i tiptoed past the jockey-on-a-seahorse outside the cottage—was that a whispered
Giddy-up, Seabiscuit!
I heard? Then I opened the front door as silently as I could.

Now that it was half-light out I found myself wishing for the dark again. I felt much too conspicuous trying to sneak across the living room to the stairs. But Colin still looked thoroughly unconscious on the sofa, and the afghan I'd tucked around him was now partially covering his face. If I could be totally quiet—and was totally lucky—