Rhonda
If someone had told me a week ago I was going to meet a fairy king, I would have told them they were nuts. But here I was, walking into a thick cloud of dense fog to stand beside my Gram. She had appeared suddenly in a small circle in the middle of the haze. In front of her was a tall, but portly man with a wild reddish-brown beard that reminded me of Arek.
He had brown eyes that seemed to be scrutinizing me as I stood there. I tried to smile and focus on my Gram’s voice as she introduced me to King Marmoot of Elfame. His only reaction was a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth.
“So you’re going to be the gatekeeper?” he said in a voice much deeper than I expected.
“Y-yes sir, ” I stumbled over my words.
“How long have you practiced?” he asked.
“About a year, ” I ans
