"Simon, c'mere my dear cub." I've forgotten Papa's original color, I asked Mum before and she said, "Papa's as brown as an acorn when he was younger," and I know she's hiding the truth from me. They must think they can fool me, but I'm smart, you see. I can easily discern whether someone is not from our world. And I know Papa isn't. His complexion is so pale it camouflage with our marble floors! And his hands are always cold, he is a wind spirit, no doubt. I bet he floats whenever I'm not looking around!

"My cub, where did that frown come from? Is anything the matter?"

"Papa, I'm old enough you don't have to hide secrets from me anymore."

"I see, I see. You're a man now, aren't you?"

"Yes yes! I'm six now, you can tell me your secret Papa!"

This is it. This is it.

"And what secret should I start with, my man?"


"Oh! Oh! About you being a Fae,...