"Im afraid," said Oberon, "that I cant let you go just yet."

'Ok now there's a catch...'
She just nodded once, trying not to make it too awkward.

"Much of the land knows you are here," the Erlking continued. "Outside this court, I have many enemies. Now that you are here, now that you are aware, they would use you to get to me. Im afraid I cannot allow that."

"Am I being sent back to my world?" She asked, guessing the obvious.

Many of the fey nobles looked grim, unfriendly. The stares they leveled at her now glittered with dislike.

"On the contrary." Oberon sighed, and for the first time, age seemed to weigh him down. He looked old; still deadly and extremely powerful, but ancient and tired. "You are more connected to our world than you know, Amelia Chase. You see, you are my daughter."

"Wait what? My dad passed away a while ago." She said, not willing to believe him.

"But that man is not your father, Amelia. I am." He stood, his courtly robes billowing around him. "You are half-fey, half my blood. Why do you think I had Puck guard you, keep you from seeing our world? Because it comes naturally to you. Most mortals are blind, but you could see through the Mist from the beginning."

"I am so confused... How is this even possible?" She asked, she had way too many questions now to ask but she didn't want to be too much of a bother.

"Your mother was a beautiful woman," Oberon continued softly. "And quite extraordinary, for a mortal. Artistic people can always see a bit of the fey world around them. She would often go to the park to paint and draw. It was there, beside the pond, that we first met."

"Ok..." She paused for a second, trying to make sense of this whole ordeal.