"A faery. And if youre thinking Tinker Bell, which is a typical human response to the word faery. The real fey arent like that at all." He paused a moment. "Well, except for the piskies, of course, but thats a different story altogether."

"Why are you here?..." She asked curiously, she was of course still alert, 'Ethan' was still around the house.

He sighed. "I'll explain everything...just not right now. Let me show you." He stood, offering a hand to help her up.

She hesitated, before taking his hand.
"O-ok..."

He led her up the stairs and opened the door to Ethans bedroom.

It was a mess, a war zone of broken toys, books, and scattered clothes. The room appeared empty, until there was a faint scratching noise under his bed.

Her heartbeat sped up once she heard the noise, she held his hand tight, she was afraid.

Ethan turned on them with a hiss, eyes burning yellow from under the bed. Ethan snarled, his skin the ghastly blue of a drowned infants, bared teeth shining in the darkness.

"Your real brother is probably in Faeryland. Ethan had been stolen by faeries and replaced with an evil doppelganger. Faeries kidnapped her brother. "What we do next is up to you, princess. There are human families that have raised changelings as their own, though they are usually unaware of the childs true nature. Generally speaking, if you feed it and leave it alone, it will settle into its new home without too much trouble. Changelings make a nuisance of themselves at first, but most families adapt." Robbie grinned, but it was an attempt at lightheartedness rather than humor. "Hopefully, your folks will think hes just going through a late terrible twos. There are ways of getting rid of changelings," he began, looking uncomfortable. "One old method is to brew beer or cook stew in eggshells, and that will make the changeling comment on the weirdness of it. But that method was for infants whod been switched--since the baby was too young to speak, the parents knew that the impostor was a changeling and the real parents had to take it back. I dont think itll work for someone older, like your brother."

"I... I just want him back..." She said sadly, still not wanting to let go of his hand.

"Well..." Rob looked hesitant and scratched the back of his neck. "The only other way is to travel into the faery lands and take him back. Bringing the real child into the home again will force the changeling to leave. But..." He paused, as if on the verge of saying something, only to think better of it.

"But what?..." She asked, slightly curious