Agent-Di

The Case of the Stolen Time By: Agent-Di Part Five Fin and Larch stayed crouched down in the reeds, occasionally glancing at one another, trying to decide their next move.  The latter opened his mouth to talk but didn't get a word out before Morgan started grumbling again. "All that trouble to snatch an enchanted timepiece," she held up the pocket watch and watched emotionlessly as it twirled and glimmered from its chain, "only to have my lowly assistant foul it up.  Still," she closed her eyes and smirked dubiously, "it was rather entertaining to watch McQuoid's brat scream in terror when I swooped down on him in the

The Case of the Stolen Time By: Agent-Di Part Four Sometime later that evening Deirdre and Larch were back at their tower—without the meddlesome Trio—discussing the day's events. "The nerve o' that guy," Larch griped from his chair as he continued to whittle away at his earlier project, "accusin' me o' stealin' his clunky lil' timepiece an' then draggin' us all o'er creation like that." Across the room Deirdre sat mending a tear in her shawl. "I wonder whatever happened to it anyway.  It's not like Fin to misplace his treasures, at least not something as important as that." "Hmph, serves 'im right if ye ask me." "I guess…

The Case of the Stolen Time By: Agent-Di Part Three So with the mood much more somber, the five fey snuck away to the mines and followed the winding tunnels up to the surface.  Soon pitch blackness gave way to blinding light.  When their eyes were able to adjust, the hills of Ireland appeared; a rolling blanket of green stretched out as far as the eye could see. "Ahh," Fin sighed in contentment, "smell that fresh air an' feel that warm summer breeze." The others inhaled the pleasant aroma too and took a moment to bask in the sun.  The shady realm of Sidhe was so dank and dreary that it was easy to forget that a world so bright and rich i

The Case of the Stolen Time By: Agent-Di Part Two "-an' that's how me coattails got torn," the peeved carrot top explained as he and Deirdre walked through the meager shopping district of Sidhe. "Them hounds o' Morgy's got plenty o' fiber in their diet today, that's for sure.  I despise walkin' them furry devils." Deirdre smiled indulgently and looked away, used to the lep's ramblings after centuries of listening to his work-related complaints. "It doesn't look that bad, just needs a little mending.  I'll have it fixed by tomorrow." "That's me Deird." Larch flung an arm around her shoulder and gave it a squeeze, snagg

The Case of the Stolen Time By: Agent-Di Part One Hidden beneath the lush hills of Ireland exists a realm of magic called the Faerie Underworld, better known as Sidhe.   The inhabitants there are mainly Faefolk: elves, imps, leprechauns, and the like.  Not many faeries dwell there now, due to the harsh rule of the notorious Phantom Queen, Morgan le Fay.  Wicked and cunning, the former advisor to the Faerie Court was de-winged and exiled from her homeland after her failed attempt to claim the throne.  Her resentment runs deep, fueling her ever-present desire for revenge and increasing her disdain