from Rachel and the Professor. There are several flashlights on the table within reach of Rachel and the Professor.
Ann stands beside Rob at the counter. They both nervously watch their son opening his last present. They know that as soon as he is done he will be very eager to meet his Fearling.
“Look at him,” Ann says. Her eyes tear as she thinks about the night Grandma and Tom were taken. Quick images of Ekabar dragging them away flash with her thoughts. Her eyes tear but she keeps her calm. “He doesn’t know what could happen.”
“No,” Rob says. His thoughts are deep and excusatory. “What were we supposed to do, scare the hell out of him from the time he was born. There is a reason that we wait. There is a reason they have always waited. It is what works best most of the time.”
“I know,” Ann says. “It’s the reason every room in our house has lots of lamps, candles, lighters, matches and flashlights.” She watches her son smiling as he stares at the new chess set he just got from the Professor.
James puts the box on the table. He looks at his friend Stewart who shares his excitement of meeting the Fearling then he turns to his parents standing a few feet away. He wants to flip the lights off and meet his Fearling. He gets up and runs to the light switch. “Can I mom?”
“Look at you,” the twenty-five year old Rachel says. She has known and stayed very close to Rob and his family over the last eight years. She has, without letting Rob or Ann know, innocently talked to and prepared James for this moment. “Can’t wait another second, just like me when I was your age.”
“Wait,” Ann says. She knows that there is nothing she can do. This moment has to happen. She and Rob reach for the flashlights on the counter at the same time. She stares at her friend Julie sitting at the table. They exchange the same look of fearful caution.
“Go ahead,” Professor says. He doesn’t have the hesitation the others have. He is like Rachel, welcoming the new experience. “Go ahead James.”
James flips the switch and the room darkens. The adults tighten their grips on the flashlights they hold as they stare around the dark room.
The shadowy images of Kynar standing beside Rob and Teelah standing behind Rachel fade into vision. Everyone stares around the room waiting, anticipating. Several seconds pass.
“Maybe the boy does not have a Fearling,” the Professor says. His tone shows disappointment. At that second two shadowy Fearlings the same size as James fade into vision on either side of the eight year old. “Look at that,” the Professor says, “Two. The boy has two Fearlings.”
“Did not see that coming,” Rachel says. Her tone shows surprise but no fear.
Julie pulls her son Stewart back, close to her. “Mom,” Stewart complains.
“Rob?” Ann’s tone shows fear of the unknown.
“I,” Rob says. “I ... didn’t know.”
“What are your names?” James asks. He isn’t afraid.
Their voices are soft, whispery as they answer their Vaun.
“ Drawk .”
“ Hydron .”
“What does this mean?” Rob asks. He looks across the dark room to the Professor.
Ann walks to the switch and flips the lights on. The shadowy beings fade into the light. “Light the candles.”
“Hey,” Stewart says.
“Mom,” James complains.
“We all need to talk,” Ann says. She sees the look on her son’s face and cuts him off before he can speak. “You wait James. We all need to talk.”
A few minutes later James and Stewart sit at the table playing with some of the birthday gifts. There are several candles lit throughout the room and multiple lights on.
In the living room, Julie sits in a chair while the Professor and Rachel sit on a couch. Ann and Rob pace around the room as they talk, Ann is full of worry and keeps looking back toward the kitchen.
“Ann,” Professor says.