"Think that's
enough to protect Angela from whatever's going on?" Maurice asked, as Asmondius
finished taking notes on everything he had told him.
"We won't know
until the time comes, will we?" he murmured, glancing over the tops of his
thick horn-rimmed glasses. They had settled on the tip of his nose when the big
notepad and quill pen appeared.
"Considering you
know a whole lot more about what's threatening her than I do--"
"No, lad. That's
the problem. It could be Angela's curse and her ancient enemies have awakened.
It could be, as you said, dimensional invaders. They know Divine's Emporium
holds together all the fraying strings of the... Well, let's call it the
drawstring bag that keeps Otherness from popping through into the Human realm.
There are many such spots throughout this world, and many Humans who have been
recruited through the centuries to work with us and guard and hold everything
together.
"The problem is
that Earth is a nexus point. Many different dimensions and worlds converge
here. Realities that even the Fae don't know about. It could be something even
we can't see or touch or hear or smell, trying to come through here. Something
is targeting Angela--or perhaps not Angela, but this house, this entire town,
the gates physically anchored to this spot for stability.
"Neighborlee drips
with magic and alternative-magical energy. That makes it a tempting target. It
could be something or someone very nasty, who merely wants to absorb all the
power and potential that has soaked into the very fiber and foundation of this
place. These enemies couldn't care less about actually invading and dominating
this world. That makes them even more dangerous than an enemy trying to take
over, trying to use Neighborlee as a gatehouse to other dimensions."
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