This story has come out from a very strange dream that I had one night, about 3 years ago.
As the sun settled, Lothair began to worry. What if Frithjof was wrong about Mildred and she was innocent? What if it was a set-up by Frithjof’s younger sister Ylva? Then who killed Persephone? In a world where truth could be stranger than fiction and the lines between the mirror worlds blurred more and more with each passing day. Lothair wondered if he would find out the truth before it was too late. And the Seeker that was there wasn't talking.
He decided to go back where the initial incident happened, well at least according to Shide, the other detective. "You'll have to go where the crime took place and talk to them there. Since the office Seeker wont talk."
As he thought of his destination, his office melted away.
Lothar found himself in an unusally dark alley. He fell on his knees threw his hands up into the air and his head back and begged for help. "O 'n Fawr Geisiedyddion , chan 'r 'n Anwel Dirio Cardota 'th achos chymorth achos 'm llygada all mo canfod 'r heibio i , Fi a darostwng gwas chan 'r amoda s chyfreithiau." Lothair spoke with reverence but on bated breath.
A many-voiced voice wafted all around Lothair "Ni shal mo chyfnertha. Achos 'n chreuau a lais caeir at hon."
Lothair’ eyes widened, he could not believe it. This was the second time the Seekers had refused to help during this investigation. What did they mean they had no knowledge of the crime, they knew everything! He decided to contact his old mentor Rheinallt about the case. Rheinallt had been an officer for many years. If anyone knew, what was going on he did!
Lothair explained the case from the beginning as he sat down in Rheinallt’s kitchen drinking tea.
"You see it just seems fishy the two victims were arch enemies. However, Mildred was a friend to Persephone. Then to make matters worse Mildred has an alibi. Yet Ylva swears that it was her and doesn‘t have a scratch on her. In addition, Frithjof swears he saw the whole thing. And now I tried to ask the Seekers for help and like they said, "They can not help!" Lothair rambled off in one long breath. Rheinallt just sat there silently drinking his tea. With a wave of his hand, he urged Lothair to go on.
"Well we arrested Mildred and when I went and told Ylva and Frithjof about they both got the strangest looks…elation on their faces." Lothair snapped while now pacing the floor of Rheinallt’s tiny yellow kitchen.
"And what is wrong with that? I too would be elated that a murder was off the streets." Rheinallt spoke as calm as ever still sipping his tea.
"As would I. However, it was the type of elation that bugs me. It was not ’thank the Goddess a murder is off the streets’ expression but a ’Ha ha I got you’ type. Do you see what I mean?" He stopped and looked at his old mentor and hoped his rambles made sense
"So they were just a little too happy for your taste. Is that what you are saying? " Still cool as a cucumber. Lothair bounced his head up and down feverously. Rheinallt got up and gave Lothair back his file. "You have proven her innocents too me now trust your gut to find the evidence to prove it to the law. Get going Lothair and go see Sybille Médard." As he turned his back, Lothair walked out. Though he knew, his old mentor was right he just wished he understood what he just said.
As he walked, back to his Big Ton 720x series Rug he played what Rheinallt had said slowly in his mind. Proving innocence to one was easy but, proving it to The Magical Ethic Court would be tricky. Plus to speak to Sybille Médard. Last he heard she had been banished from the 'r Gwirioneddau Seekers, for falling in love. He didn’t understand how she could help, but his mentor had never gave him bad advice in the past, so off to Sybille’s home he went.
Lothair flew to the outskirts of town. As he approached the Rainbow Lake he slowed down. For Sybille didn’t have an ordinary home, it wasn’t even above ground. But under the crthyan tree in the deepest part of the marsh. Only the door was visible
Sybille Médard was not your average seeker.. Not only did she fall in love(which is unheard of for a seeker to do) but she fell in love with a Enaid Cadwyr , Lifekeeper( another group that doesn‘t falling love)! On top of it all it was Lothair’s Lifekeeper. Lothair had an idea not only would he ask Sybille for help with the Seekers. He would also ask his Enaid Cadwyr why he chose this body for his soul.
Lothair tried to find a safe spot to land so as not to upset any flower or vegetable plant in the yard. He gave up after realizing he was getting far away from the house and just hovered his carpet a few feet off the ground in front of the door and jumped off. He stood there wondering whether to knock on the ivy door or ask the green beetles encased around the door.
"Hello may I help you?" Spoke a soft fatherly voice behind Lothair.
"Hello my name is Detective Lothair Ristéard. I am here to ask your wife a question about the seekers. Detective Rheinallt stated that I could find her here."
Suddenly cool wind blew behind Lothair. He turned around. She would confirm what?
" Adwaen paham ach 'ma a do Fi shall chyfnertha." A woman with almost a transparent skin gave off a rainbow-like shimmer in the sun's rays.
"A spell. Whether it be a spell of silence or a spell that blinded them from seeing the event. Which, I do not know. But Those spells leave residues. For nothing is ever truly silent nor invisible." With that she was carried off in the wind.
This took Lothar back, he hadn't even asked the question yet. Enaid just smiled. "Oh as for your question to me. I knew you would need a strong body." Another question answered for him before he could ask it.
As Lothar flew back to his office. He realized that Sybille had giving him a vital clue. He had to get the Spell Reminisce Recovery Team out there to find what traces he could of any spells that were done before the crime was committed. Though he had never worked with the S.R.R.T. he thought he better have them on it before he went home that night, or he never would.
At the office he once again he thought of the crime scene and he was there. Now if he could do that anywhere and not just from the office. He thought since his carpet guzzled dust like a bughure hog. He watched the team as they examined the scene.
"There is something here but it is strange. We can't really say what it is at the moment. Not out here anyway. It looks like someone had help. There are traces of many spells here, I guess they wanted to cover there tracks." The fairy tech said
"Thanks Oberon. When you get it back to the lab have Frav orb me the instant he finds something. No matter what." Lothar knew Fav had a tendency to only orb him when he thought something was important. The S.R.R.T. had proven Lothar's theory. Mildred couldn't have done it, she had been blocked from using those spells. He was close to proving that Frithjof’ and Ylva killed Persephone. He knew it, he could taste it. Now all he needed the smoking wand to prove it.
As he flew home he saw a myriad of people. Broomer, mothers on SFC, tons of rugs, and kids on mats. A runner passed him, girls scream at the top of their drunken lungs If they only knew what had gone down only one day ago, would they be as carefree? Awe, here is my turn off, he thought. Food, hot shower, bed. No skip the food just shower and bed.
"Lothar I found something." Frav materialized beside Lothar. I hate Mallroy, Lothar thought to himself.
" Mallroy's law has nothing to do with it. You said to orb you with anything. No matter what remember? So I need you to come back in." With that he disappears. Lothar sighed heavly and turned around back to the office.
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As the sun settled, Lothair began to worry. What if Frithjof was wrong about Mildred and she was innocent? What if it was a set-up by Frithjof’s younger sister Ylva? Then who killed Persephone? In a world where truth could be stranger than fiction and the lines between the mirror worlds blurred more and more with each passing day. Lothair wondered if he would find out the truth before it was too late. And the Seeker that was there wasn't talking.
