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The following story is based on Scottish and irish research into folklore, and other parts of the world.
Prologue, years ago in London:
Jane Fairchild had lived on 22nd street all her life and that was fine for her, even the fact that she was a kids doctor made her proud, her husband David had the easy life of working at the mines . Jane was asleep when a knock was at the door, she steeped out into the kitchen her husband watching the tv. "Sweetheart its I dont know who it is, Hello?" she looked threw the peephole and saw a strange green cloaked female with red hair hiding her face, and holding a child. "Its The Sidhe of the Sc I need to see you Jane Fairchild, My daughter is sick, we cant talk out here, the sc has spys everywhere, can we talk inside or elsewhere?"Jane flung the door open,"Sweetheart I will be a second, "Her husband was to busy watching the game to realize his wife and the cloaked woman had gone out the sliding glass door to the back of her yard that led to the garage. " I need to get some of my stuff, she has a fever, something is wrong, we have to hide you so I can get you to the clinic, and make sure no one knows your here." Jane sighed, " and that getup will never do, maybe something a bit more now days, modern, let me get some of my old clothes, "She dashed into the house. " Do we have to leave your house?" The woman holding the baby asked. "Do you want your daughter to live? then yes, we will take my van, come." She smiled going into the house to fetch some clothes. "my queen are you sure I should hide behind the bush and grass, I feel being of giant size might serve better right now" her bodyguard half a inch tall said whispering down at her from the grass. "No MR Spriggs, we must keep from drawing any attention to ourselves, somehow I think seeing a giant may draw some to the local human folk." She smiled. " Perhaps, I disagree" He sighed. "That is why I am queen and you are not!"She reminded him.
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