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there to 'the only good magic creature is a dead one.' You want to make us all your enemies."

"Your council is dissolving the alliance, not us."

Lily threw her hands into the air. "That's it. Stay there. I have dryads to find." She turned her back on them and began to tromp over the underbrush. It spread to let her pass.

She heard Tye swear behind her. "Lily, wait!" he said.

Lily stopped but she didn't turn. She crossed her arms. Behind her, she heard Jake and Tye speaking softly to each other.

Tye spoke up again. "We have a compromise. First, we'll help you find the dryads. And
then
we'll beat the crap out of each other."

Jake began, "That's not what--"

"Come on, Lily," Tye said. "You need us."

Lily considered it. "Not really." So far, Jake's picking a fight with Tye's father had landed her locked up, and Tye's picking a fight with Jake had slowed her down. "I'll find the dryads myself, thanks."

"But they might not cooperate," Jake said. "You might want backup." He struggled against the branches. Twigs snapped, but the tree didn't budge.

"And you might need help reaching the gate afterward," Tye said. "The council will be looking for you now. My father can be ... a bit of a grouch."

Lily looked back at them. Bark had closed around their legs, and branches had curled tightly over their forearms.

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"I can sneak by. We snuck out without a problem."

"Sneaked," Jake said.

"Sorry?" Lily said.

"Past tense of 'sneak' is 'sneaked,'" Jake said. "Technically, 'snuck' isn't a real word."

"Way to focus on the important details," Lily said.

"He is right," Tye said. "It's 'sneaked.'"

How nice they agreed on something,
she thought. "If I let you out, will you promise to quit trying to pummel each other?"

Both boys nodded--half nods, since branches were entwined in their hair.

"And will you promise to help me find the dryads as quickly as possible?" Lily asked.

Tye's eyes flickered away from her. He focused on something in the distance. "I can do better than that," he said. "I can find them right now." Following his gaze, Lily turned around.

A slender figure stepped out from between two tree trunks. His skin was wrinkled bark, and his features were carved wood. His hair looked like woven leaves, and soft moss covered his body like clothes. On either side of him, green and brown men and women emerged from the forest.

Lily began to back toward Jake and Tye.

As the tree people drew closer, Lily saw they were changing. The bark on their faces was smoothing into pink and brown skin. Their mossy clothes spread into green

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dresses and tunics. Leaves and twigs on their heads split into fine strands, forming pale brown and green hair. Soon, they looked human.

"Guess we got their attention," Tye murmured.

Lily noticed that the hum of the trees had faded to a whir. It felt as if the whole forest had focused its attention on them and was waiting to see what would happen next. She placed her hands on the tree that engulfed Tye and Jake and whispered, "Release them. Please."

The tree retreated. Tye and Jake stumbled forward. Immediately, they each moved to either side of her, Tye on the right and Jake on the left. Shoulder to shoulder, the three of them faced the dryads.

"We mean you no harm," Tye said loudly.

"Sorry for the, um ..." Jake pointed at the broken twigs that littered the forest floor.

As expressionless as the wood around them, the tree people studied them without speaking. The hum of the plants and trees coalesced into a rhythmic thrum. Slowly, it crescendoed. "Someone's coming," Lily said. She, Jake, and Tye pressed closer together.

Beyond the semicircle of dryads, a voice rose. "Who has been changing my trees?"

The dryads widened the circle to allow the speaker inside, and a woman walked out between the trees. Seeing her, Lily felt her jaw drop. "Mom?"

It wasn't her.

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She looked like an older version of Mom: same arched eyebrows, same sky blue eyes, same bone-thin body. She even had the pale green hair that Mom preferred (before her latest spray-paint experiment), but this woman's cheeks were lined with concentric wrinkles like the rings in a tree trunk.

Lily swallowed. Her throat felt as dry as bark. "Grandmother?"

The woman drifted closer, her bare feet soundless on the forest floor. "How very unexpected," she murmured. Inches from Lily, she stopped. She lifted one hand and touched Lily lightly on the cheek. Her fingers were as cool as leaves. "You have his hair and eyes, but I think my lips and cheeks." Her voice was detached, as if observing nothing more important than the color of the sky.

Lily stared into her grandmother's eyes. She tried to see Mom in her, but the woman who looked back had none of Mom's mix of silly and sweet. This woman--this dryad--looked as if she'd never laughed in her life. "Are you ..." Lily's voice cracked.

Beside her, Tye said softly, "She's the queen of the dryads."

"Queen?" Jake said. "Lily, you're royalty?"

Lily continued to stare at the dryad queen, trying to wrap her mind around the idea that she'd found family, never mind royalty. It had always been just her, Mom, and Grandpa. Now here was a grandmother, albeit not welcoming her with hugs and cookies, but still here in the flesh. Or bark. Or whatever.

"Interesting," the queen said. "Why are you here?"

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"My mother ..." She licked her lips and tried again. "I think you can help her. She needs your help." She wondered if she had aunts, uncles, or cousins.

The dryads whispered to one another, a sound like watery wind. The trees swayed. Branches slapped together in the air.

"My daughter died years ago," the queen said, her voice harsh.

The twelve dryads drew closer together. Leaves and vines curled out from their fingers. Their arms hardened into wood.

Under his breath, Tye said to Lily, "Don't piss off the foliage. Kind of surrounded here." He and Jake continued to flank her, one on each side like bodyguards. Lily saw that the dryads had fanned into a circle, hemming them in on all sides.

"I told her not to consort with humans," the dryad queen said. "Stay with your tree. Root in our soil. Sing with our wind. But he wooed her with sweet compliments. He lured her from her home, and he led her to her death." Above, the leaves knotted together, blocking the sun. The forest fell into shadows. Underbrush writhed like snakes.

"She's not dead," Lily said.

"Impossible," the queen said. "She has not returned to her trees. Without our trees, we lose ourselves. We lose our memories."

That's it,
Lily thought. Without any fanfare, without
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even asking, she had her answer, the reason for Mom's brain hiccups. Lily thought of all the times she had mentioned something--a birthday present, a TV show, a funny thing a customer had said--and how much it had hurt to see that those memories had slipped out of Mom's mind like sand through her fingers. It was all due to ... to a weird homesickness?

But the queen wasn't done speaking. "If she lived, she would return. She would never voluntarily be parted from this place. You must lie."

"Mom doesn't remember," Lily said. "She thinks she's human. Or thought she was. Until this weekend, I thought she was too."

The dryad queen's skin began to bubble with leaves. Vines sprouted on her arms and twisted around her wrists and shoulders. "
He
has done this to her!" She was shaking with rage. The trees began to howl.

Lily clapped her hands over her ears. "Stop it! He didn't do anything to her! He died in an accident sixteen years ago."

"Yet she did not return!" The trees swayed as if they were in a storm. Vines writhed around the queen like snakes. They reared back from her and then dove back into her skin, causing bulges to rise and fall up her arms and neck. "Why? There must be more to this 'accident.' Someone has kept her from us! Someone keeps her from us now. Why is she not here with you? Where is my daughter?"

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"She's fine," Lily said. "She's safe. She doesn't remember you--"

"Return her to me," the queen said. "We will restore her memory."

"Right now, she doesn't want to--"

"Then you must make her," the queen said. "If she cannot see the trap for herself, then you must free her from it."

Acorns pelted the forest floor like hail. Lily covered her head as leaves and twigs rained from the trees. "She's not trapped!"

Without warning, Jake sagged.

"Whoa, Pretty Boy." Tye went over to his side and propped him up.

Lily caught his other arm. "Jake?" She felt his arm muscles shake.

"Fine. I'm fine." He waved them back and then he sank down onto his knees. "Just need to ... gotta catch my breath."

Above, the leaves calmed, and the forest stilled as if it were drawing a breath. The dryad queen focused on Jake for the first time. "Young knight, I knew your mother."

Jake's head shot up.

"She visited our world often," the dryad queen said. "She was one of several knights who wanted to build friendships between humans and our kind, led by the man who stole my Rose's heart."

Jake gaped at her. "My mother ... she came here?"

"At first, they were brought by a Key who was also a

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knight. Later, your brother and Lily were their Keys."

"I don't have a brother," Jake said.

"Half brother," the queen corrected.

"My grandfather never mentioned a half brother," Jake said. "He would have told me. We have no secrets. You must have mistaken me for someone else."

The queen's eyes slid across the trees, as if seeing a memory. "One day, Rose and the knights crossed through the gate. She had her baby in her arms. And she simply ... did not return. None of them did. We believed that they had all died." She fixed her eyes on Lily. "If she'd lived, she would have returned. If she'd lived, you would have brought her back. The knights must have prevented it. They kept her in the human world until her memory faded, and they kept you in ignorance of it all."

Lily shook her head. "No." Grandpa wouldn't have done that.

"Where is she now?" the queen asked.

"In Vineyard Club," Lily said. "Safe. Waiting for me."

"So, they hold her even now," the queen said. Once again, the trees began to tremble and shake. Branches creaked and snapped.

"I told you, she
chose
to stay!" Lily said. "My grandfather is sick--"

The queen touched Lily's face again, a gentle stroke. "I do not blame you, my dear," she said. "You have been used--you are being used--to keep Rose from her home."

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"No one's using me." Lily said. "My world is her home now."

"Help her return," the queen said. "Give her back her memories. And then let her choose. If you truly love her, you will give her the chance to choose with full knowledge of what she has lost."

Lily opened her mouth to reply, but she couldn't think of what to say. The queen was right. Mom deserved the chance to choose. But what would happen to her when she regained her memories? Would she still be Mom, or would she change into one of these distant and inhuman creatures?

"She must return," the queen said. "You know this, or you wouldn't be here. She slips away a little more from you every day, doesn't she? If she doesn't return, she will continue to lose herself bit by bit until you have lost her, too."

Unable to speak, Lily nodded.

"Good," the queen said. "To ensure that the knights do not interfere, we will keep the head knight's grandson with us until my Rose is home." She smiled as if pleased with herself.

"You can't!" Lily clutched Jake's arm. "He can't stay in this world. He's already feeling the effects. He has to return!" The dryads shifted closer, tightening the circle around Lily, Jake, and Tye.

"I will not risk a refusal," the queen said. "My daughter is alive! But do not trouble yourself. We will treat your beloved human with every kindness. If you'd like, his half brother may remain with him to ensure his good treatment." She nodded at Tye.

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Tye jumped. "I'm not his ..." His voice trailed off. His eyes widened as he studied Jake. In a strained voice, Tye said, "You know, I always wanted a brother. Kind of pictured him less bigoted and with more of a sense of humor, though."

"I have a sense of humor," Jake said, "and I think the idea that you're my brother is laughable."

"You aren't laughing," Tye pointed out. "Tell me your mother's name."

"Anne," Jake said. "Anne Mayfair, born Anne Norton. She died when I was little."

Tye's voice was a whisper. "She used to sing a lullaby about horses, and she always smelled of apples."

"She did," Jake said, his voice a croak.

"And she liked to read. I remember lots of books."

"We still have her books," Jake said.

Tye and Jake stared at each other as if they'd both grown wings and a tail.

Again, silence. And then Tye flashed his lopsided grin at Lily. "You seem to have quite a knack for uncovering secrets," he said.

"She's a Key," her grandmother said with a wintery smile. "She does as she was born to do. She unlocks us all." The dryad queen then flicked her wrist. Branches swooped down, wrapped around Lily, and snapped her up into the air.