CHAPTER TWENTY
THE GREAT TROBLIN LAKE
The twins barely slept after sending the royals and their friends on the secret path, and were both up before sunrise. The few hours they’d managed to sleep were from worrying their bodies to the point of exhaustion, and had little to do with rest. They met Mother Goose on the grand balcony of the Fairy Palace just as the sun rose over the Fairy Kingdom. She was prepping Lester to take them on their journey to the Troblin Territory and the Elf Empire.
“I want you to listen to Conner and Alex and do exactly what they say, fly very carefully, always be aware of the sky around you, and make sure every landing is as safe and secure as possible,” she instructed him. “In other words, do everything you don’t usually do for me.”
Lester nodded, and ruffled his feathers, making them nice and fluffy for their upcoming flight.
“Are you sure you’re up for this, Lester?” Conner asked. “We could take one of those enchanted swans if you’re having any hesitations.”
Lester opened his beak and glared at him—insulted just by the thought of it. He grabbed his own reins with his mouth and shoved them into Conner’s hand. He was definitely ready for this.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Conner said with a laugh. He and his sister each swung a leg over the large goose. They sat on his back with Conner in the front.
“Our first stop is the Troblin Territory, Lester,” Alex said. “And after what I hope will be a successful visit, we’ll be on our way to the Elf Empire.”
“Who’s in charge of the Elf Empire?” Conner asked.
Mother Goose huffed uneasily just at the mention of it. “Elvina the Elf Empress,” she said.
“She’s not a friend of yours, I take it,” Conner said.
“Just be cautious around her,” she warned them. “Empress Elvina is just as cunning as she is beautiful. She’s like a poisonous flower, pretty and peaceful on the outside but dangerous on the inside. Don’t let her fool you; no matter what she promises, her loyalty will always be to her own people before it is to the greater good.”
Conner gulped. “Poisonous flower, gotcha,” he said.
“Elves are very sharp and known for their long memory—and boy, can they hold a grudge,” Mother Goose continued. “They’ll be very hesitant at first to cooperate but don’t let it dishearten you. They’ve never forgiven the Fairy Council for not including them in the Happily Ever After Assembly and have not talked to us since.”
“If they haven’t talked to you in so long, what makes you think they’ll talk to us?” Alex asked.
Mother Goose shrugged. “Beats me,” she said. “Good luck, kiddos. I’ll be right here as soon as you get back.”
Her words of advice did the opposite of comforting them. Lester took a few steps backward and stretched out his wings. He waddled forward and began flapping until he and the twins lifted off the balcony and flew into the sky. Soon Mother Goose and the Fairy Palace were out of sight.
“Who would have thought you and I would be saving the world again so soon after the last time,” Conner said with a nervous laugh to break the tension.
“I always hoped the portal between our worlds would re-open somehow, but never at this price,” Alex said. “It’s like an eye for an arm is our trading standard.”
“I know what you mean,” Conner said, and thought of something to lighten their spirits. “Do you ever think about what our lives would be like if we had never discovered the Land of Stories? Do you ever wonder what you and I would be doing right now if Grandma and Dad weren’t from the fairy-tale world?”
Alex smiled at the thought. “I’d probably be thinking about colleges and careers instead of wars and battles.”
Conner laughed at his own prediction. “And I’d just be trying to survive Algebra, not an army of thousands.”
His sister laughed along but her smile quickly faded. They had experienced many extraordinary things but had also given up a lot because of who they were.
“Think of all the normal teenage things we could be experiencing,” she said with a sigh so heavy it was obviously carrying more than one thought. “After this chapter of our lives, I wonder if I’ll ever enjoy anything without the constant fear of losing it.”
“By the way,” Conner said, reading between the lines of what his sister was saying. “Who was that guy you were talking to last night in the fairy gardens?”
Conner felt his sister’s body tense up behind him. “What are you talking about?” Alex said, attempting to play dumb. “The boy in the gardens? Oh, you’re talking about Rook Robins—the farmer boy from the Eastern Kingdom. He’s just a friend I made recently.”
“Rook Robins?” Conner said. “He sounds like a baseball player. Are you sure he’s just a friend?”
For a reason he couldn’t explain, Conner instantly disliked everything about the guy.
“Oh please, Conner,” Alex said defensively. “As if I’ve had time for anything like romance while joining the Fairy Council and leading the Happily Ever After Assembly into a war.”
Alex hated lying to her brother but she would never hear the end of it if he knew the truth, especially if he knew Rook was one of the reasons she had missed his attempts at contacting her while he was in Germany. Conner was glad Alex was sitting behind him so she couldn’t see the look he was giving her. He knew exactly what was going on whether his sister wanted to admit it or not.
“You know, you could tell me if he was more than a friend—I promise I wouldn’t tell Mom,” Conner said, already anxious to tell their mom everything he knew.
Alex laughed it off. “You’ll be the first person to know if my relationship with Rook unexpectedly progresses into anything more, but it doesn’t look like that will be possible at the moment,” she said sharply.
“That’s good, but if he breaks your heart I’ll beat him up for you,” Conner said.
Alex burst into laughter. “Now that’s something I’d pay to see,” she said, and quickly changed the topic so she’d feel less exposed. “But while we’re on the subject, I’ve been meaning to ask you, do you have a crush on your friend Bree?”
Had Lester been a car, Conner would have slammed on the brakes. Instead he abruptly grabbed ahold of the reins and caused Lester to squawk. He blushed so much Alex could see it on the back of his neck and ears.
“Do I have a crush on Bree?” Conner said like it was a preposterous thought. “Come on, Alex, just because I asked you a couple harmless questions about your love life doesn’t mean you have to be rude.”
Alex grunted at the double standard her brother set. “I’m not being rude, I just figured I would ask since you turn bright red whenever you’re around her or her name gets brought up,” she pointed out. “Last night when she hugged you good-bye I thought your head was about to explode—I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a crush on you, too.”
Conner started smiling and couldn’t stop. Did Bree have a crush on him, too? He’d never thought it was a possibility until now. Had she traveled around Europe with him not only because she wanted to have an adventure but also because she wanted to spend time with him? He quickly forced his smile to diminish when he remembered he was in the middle of defending himself.
“Rest assured, I don’t have any feelings whatsoever for Bree,” he said. “To be honest, she was starting to get on my nerves when we were in Europe. The way she always second-guessed me, the way she remained so calm in any situation, the way she wore her hair under a beanie with her streaks of blue and pink in the front, the fact that she surprised me every day with a new interesting fact about herself… it was all so annoying.”
Alex didn’t have to question further—it was obvious how Conner really felt. She was glad he couldn’t see her raised eyebrow. “Uh-huh, sounds like you haven’t given her much thought at all,” she said. “I’m actually glad there’s nothing going on.”
“Why is that?” Conner asked, and became overly defensive in the opposite direction now. “You don’t think I’m mature enough to have a crush on someone or for someone to have a crush on me? For your information, I’m a catch, too—”
“No,” Alex interrupted. “Because we’re about to visit our old friend Trollbella, and we’re not leaving without the support of her army—even if it means you have to marry her.”
Conner moaned a long weary sound under his breath. He had almost forgotten about the young troll queen who had been madly in love with him since they met.
“Gosh, I hope divorce exists in this world,” he said.
The twins remained fairly quiet for the remainder of their trip into the Troblin Territory, fearing they would expose more about themselves than they were willing to. They knew each other so well it was a wonder why either ever tried fooling the other.
The mountainous boulders surrounding the Troblin Territory appeared on the horizon and Lester began his gradual descent. As they flew closer Conner was surprised to see that the land between the boulders was covered in water. The entire territory looked like a massive aboveground pool.
“Wait a second,” Conner said. “They never drained their territory after the Enchantress flooded it?”
“Nope,” Alex said. “The fairies offered to completely restore the land but Queen Trollbella had something else in mind.”
“What was that?” he asked.
“You’ll see,” she said.
Lester swooped into the territory and landed smoothly on the water. He was like a miniature boat as they traveled across the giant lake the territory had become.
“No way,” Conner said in shock when he saw what his sister was talking about. Queen Trollbella had turned her territory into a vast floating city.
Hundreds of forts crafted from the wreckage of their ruined underground home floated in the waters ahead of them. Troll and goblin families occupied the smaller forts while the larger forts served as common areas shared between them. Some of the goblins swam from fort to fort while trolls glided over the water in wooden floating devices. Many sat on the edges of the forts with their enormous feet in the water, and held fishing poles—although the twins were pretty sure there were no fish to catch. The trolls and goblins were darker than usual now that they lived above the ground. The sun had tanned their skin to dark shades of green and blue and brown.
Despite the environmental change, all the creatures looked incredibly bored as they drifted in the water. Alex and Conner floating past them on the giant goose was the most interesting thing they had seen in weeks and caused quite the scene.
“They sure are hard up for entertainment,” Conner said, and his sister nodded.
The twins heard a familiar voice as a long and wide boat traveled toward them.
“Row, troblins! Row!” Queen Trollbella ordered. She lay leisurely across the front of the boat and took in the sun. A dozen trolls and a dozen goblins were seated in the center of the boat and rowed long oars as they were ordered. The boat drifted slightly to one side since the trolls’ arms were shorter.
A young male troll stood at the back of the boat and monitored the rowers. He was short and stout just like Trollbella and wore a large horned helmet and a breastplate. All the rowers came to an abrupt stop as soon as they saw the twins floating on Lester in the water beside them. They pointed at the large goose and whispered among themselves as all the creatures on the surrounding forts had.
“Did I say you could stop rowing?” Trollbella said. When the rowing stayed at a halt, she agitatedly sat up to see what the concern was. She cupped her gaping mouth when she laid eyes on what the others had seen.
“Hi, Trollbella,” Conner said sheepishly, with a wave. “Miss me?”
“Butterboy!” She gasped. “Am I really seeing you or are you a mirage in the water?”
“He’s here,” Alex said. “We’re both here.”
“But I thought I had lost my Butterboy forever,” Trollbella said in complete shock. “You went home through that portal and I thought you’d never return! Was our love too strong for the portal to contain? Did our affection for each other break it open? Have you finally returned to be the king of the Great Troblin Lake?”
“Um… no,” Conner clarified. “But the portal has been re-opened—that’s why I’m here.”
“The Great Troblin Lake, huh?” Alex asked. “Is that what you’re calling this place now?”