"For the seven thousandth two hundred and forty second time – a magnetic field is the most important thing for a planet's retention of an atmosphere capable of sustaining lifeforms." The lime-green robot, no more than three-feet tall, looked away from his tubes and fingernail-sized energy sources long enough to basically roll is eyeballs at his twin.

"…refraction of solar radiation interacting with an atmosphere?" asked number 35 to number 36 hopefully.

"No," #35 answered flatly, turning back towards his work.

"…ozone layer?…"

"Important yes, but not the number one factor," mumbled #35 under his breath.

"…but, but, but…"

#35 stopped what he was doing and looked over at his only companion. He eased up, smiling a little at the little imp's insatiable curiosity, turning on his chair to face him. "I know how difficult our existence has been over the past 65 million years, especially after that unfortunate crash during entry, but I know you can remember what caused the death of our world."

#36's eyes seem to brighten a bit. "Yes, yes, I remember now – it was the loss of our magnetic shield – that's right."

"…and that led to…"

"…the atmosphere being stripped away by the solar winds and then all the water went into the polar ice caps."

The robot sitting at the lab table knew his little friend would forget in a week or two, but he was pleased to once again be able to have Rit's mind at ease. Rit was the only companion he had with him, besides the holographs that appeared at regular intervals.

"When will we be done, #35? Soon?"

"As soon as possible, 34. As soon as possible."

Suddenly a bright light appeared at the back of the small laboratory, and a harmonic voice filled the area. "We see you have chosen to use some of our DNA to alter a new-world species."

The twin robots were momentarily awestruck. They both knew this was just a picture, geared in to appear at different stages of their progress, but the image brought back memories of the planet they had left behind.

"Indeed, Isis – we accessed a small creature processing grasping claws, and eyes which are located on each side of its head. These creatures spend a lot of time on the lower branches of the trees in this area – and their species appears promising."

"And what do you hope to achieve in this experiment?"

"By splicing in portions of your DNA, we'll be able to move the eyes closer to the front of the face to give the creature three dimensional sight. We're also beginning work on the opposing thumb scenario."

"We are pleased that your journey is on course and on schedule. Thank you for your efforts and your patience, Ret and Rit."

The two lime-green creatures smiled, edging towards the hologram. The female, six feet tall, bi-pedal, with soft green skin and purple eyes held out her hands in obvious gratitude. The two robots briefly entered the hologram's field of light and were rewarded with pleasant sensations covering their bodies, all the way from their tiny four-toed feet to their huge black eyes.

"Remember, my little fellows, the package must be given up of the creature's own free will."

"We remember Isis," they repeated in unison. "We remember."

"The three beings, separated by time and space, smiled in each other's virtual presence.

"For the 6 millionth two hundred thousandth six hundred and thirty third time, it's the magnetic fields!" shouted #35 at #36. "Thoth, maybe you can have a go at explaining it to Rit!"

The regal Egyptian leaned forward, taking the 3 foot creature onto his lap, understanding Rit's limited mental resources, and began to gently explain how a planet could lose it's magnetic shield, and the disastrous result that would have.

In the background builders could be seen pushing huge blocks of stone into place, aided by small 'pebbles' which made the stones hover, enabling the workers to simply steer them into place. These pebbles, of course, were gifts of the two small creatures who had taken it upon themselves to, once again, give history a nudge.

"Magnetic Shield!" shouted Rit finally, confidently jumping off Thoth's lap to run towards one of the women sitting along the fertile banks of the Nile.

"The style of the structure you're building is very pleasing," said Ret, watching his twin as he happily began to play by the river.

"I got the idea when you talked about your home. It was just a step away then to construct a structure to thank you for your amazing tutoring. Astronomy, architecture, science, mathematics – when you revealed yourselves to me, it was amazing to finally have a discussion with another being with similar interest and capabilities."

"As much as I care about my twin, I too was relieved to have someone with whom I could have an intelligent conversation."

The magnificently arrayed Egyptian stood for a moment, nodding to the south. "I'm not sure I understand your intentions with the stone altar you created, however. Certainly my people would be appreciative if it gave them things, but to make objects disappear? - it's a clever magic trick, but why?"

Thoth's only response from Ret was, as always, a hopeful smile.

Within the lab that was nestled inside the cone of the great mountain, Isis smiled to her husband. "We have received a carved shaft of wood through the portal." She held it out proudly.

He allowed the holographic equations and formulas he had been studying to fade away, smiling at his wife. "Well some kind of creature carved it. Those little buggers are doing their job. We'll just have to wait and see."

From this side of the barrier, the Fairy world seemed wondrous and peaceful. The little curly-haired girl thought of it, her dark eyes in amazement: four years old, born human but raised by the Fairies, her condition was unusual. Her name, Dilwen (she had been given from the beings living in this magical realm), meaning "truly blessed", had been chosen for a reason.

She kept walking near the center of the crowning stone: past that landmark, the shadowed scenery of the beautiful Welsh countryside stretched out. It was the same as looking at the human world in the distance through a dense veil whose substance turned up to be impalpable. The megaliths supporting The Vanishing Stone were awesome: she had come from there, some years before, the same for every human living on this side now.

From time to time some babies (boys and girls) happened to be abandoned cause of lack of food or money in the family, such things occurred more often than is thought, but the Fairies had always been taking care of them, whenever possible, if they could arrive on time, of course…

"You there! Look up!" A voice came from a treetop nearby: it was Anarawd. She was same age than Dilwen, abandoned only one month before her, but in unpredictable ways her nature was more restless and vivacious. She just couldn't hold in, it was no accident that the Fairies had called her that way, meaning "undisgraced" or "free of shame". To all intents and purposes she was different…

Two keen blue eyes, her body always on the go, she couldn't resist climbing over a rock or up a tree"" like in this case…"" with her pale legs dangling sideways.

"Admire my balance! Are you capable of doing this? " Anarawd was defying Dilwen, she always did.

"Pay attention, you had gone too high this time!" the girl replied, a bit worried. Anarawd had often fallen before, but every time some Fairies had been around to go help her, healing her bruises thanks to their magic. But now their usual keepers, Glaw, Heulog and Gladys were away. There was also Haf, another Fairy who sometimes came to visit them, but usually they had only a glimpse of her as she stayed only for a while, probably she didn't appreciate the way her equals did raise the human babies like Dilwen or, simply, didn't want to share anything with them at all…

However, the others had always been there for the children when in need. Glaw ("rain") was the most fickle, whenever she moved some water drops surrounded her lithe body, while Heulog ("sunny") looked more joyful, a flower rug always growing under her feet when walking around.

But unquestionably the golden-haired Gladys was the leader.

They were not common children but "given their weird keepers" how might things have been different? The girls have been disconnected from human reality long ago…

"Look up!" Anarawd cried out again, but in doing so she leant unduly and ended up loosening her grip. Her little body fell to the ground and a faint wail was heard.

Dilwen knew it had to happen sooner or later! The girl started running to the spot her friend had dropped on and saw she had both arms broken.

"Watch what you did! " she told her, hopping mad "No keeper around to heal you now…"

Anarawd's face was upset and crying"Help me, Dilwen! I know you can, even though no Fairy is here…"

"She knew? " Dilwen thought. When had she discovered it? The little girl was aware she had been given her name "meaning "blessed" because she was endowed with the gift of magic, that was uncommon among the humans… in fact, Selwyn and Owena, too, the other two children (the first being a boy and the second a girl)same age as her who were now in that realm didn't possess such an ability…

"Please! " Anarawd implored.

So Dilwen sensed the power growing inside and focused. As soon as she touched Anarawd's arms, the wounded girl began feeling better. After a while, she had completely recovered.

"You possess really an useful gift, Dilwen…" Anarawd smiled. "Now I can climb again on the treetops, playing all day long…"

"Wait! " Dilwen said" What if you fall again? "

Anarawd stopped, pondering that "As you can use magic, what if you'd make my bones stronger…? This way I could climb again and again without worrying about any inconvenience…"

"Turning the bones into something stronger?" Dilwen had tried something like that before, when she had turned an old leaf into a rock, despite this she was doubtful.

"Hurry up! I'm going to climb in a minute…"

"Well, I'll do it… but only because there is no keeper around to help, I don't want you get hurt again…"

Dilwen touched her friend's head. In brief magic pervaded her and Anarawd's bones were turned into metallic structures, harder and more powerful than ever.

Anyway, once the process was completed, Anarawd looked unconscious and uncommunicative.

Dilwen wasn't able to know by then, but nobody can turn simply human bones into something metallic: blood vessels inside, all the spinal cord cells and tendons couldn't live in such a condition, simply secluded within an iron container. Actually, the unfortunate girl was already dead when the Fairies were back late in the evening.

Gladys looked at the dead girl, three feet tall, then stared at Dilwen "You children think you are like us, but you are not…"

Dilwen kept sobbing again.

"You know: the First Rule is that you must follow our rules… Then, the Second Rule states you won't interfere with human affairs over the barrier, only we can… The Third Rule is that you won't harm any human being. " Gladys paused. "Then there is the Fourth Rule…"

Miriam's eyes adjusted slowly after the bright flash of light from the sky. She hardly noticed, as her tears had blinded her.

"Poor wee babanod," she whispered softly into the humid darkness. "What tortures have I caused ‘ye, child? Where did those sons of The Unholy send ‘ye?".

Her thoughts were interrupted by a low moan from somewhere behind her. She froze, wiped her eyes, and slowly turned toward where she thought it came from. Nothing.

"Is someone there?" her voice was strained, timid. It seemed that the night simply swallowed-up the sound. That won't do, she thought to herself. Won't do at all.

She cleared her throat. "Who's out there? Show yourself."

The only answer was a rustling atop the Vanishing Stone. Miriam stood straight, smoothed her homespun dress and flicked an unruly black curl from her eyes before she marched-up to the precariously-balanced rock.

What at first looked like a pile of rags, moved. The moon came out again, and she could see that it was a young woman of about the same age and dressed in fine, sturdy traveling clothing. She spoke.

Whatever she said made no more sense to Miriam than a goose's honking.

The woman noted her puzzled look, muttered an oath of exasperation, then reached into her cloak and touched what looked for all the world to be a small, red, burning ember held inside an oddly-shaped broach pinned to her blouse. It flickered for a moment and then faded-out. She spoke again.

"Allwch ch fy neall, nawr?"

"'Course I can understand you," Miriam replied. "Now that you're speakin' proper."

"Sorry. Forgot to turn-off my translator."

"Turn-off?" Miriam's confusion was plain. "'Ya make no sense, girl."

"Nevermind, I understand that something was… sent away from here just a few moments ago. Would you know anything about that?"

"Mayhap, I would. And what business might it be, of yours?" The stranger was sitting on the Vanishing Stone like it was no more dangerous than a church piew. And though she looked a bit like her younger cousin, married and moved on to Twyn-yr-Odyn, just down the road, she carried herself like an English noblewoman.

But the most shocking of all, from a sturdy belt around her waist hung a small, finely-crafted sword. She'd only seen one in her lifetime, and that was on a statue of the Archangel Michael, down at the Merthyr Dyfan Church. Not even King Richard's tax men carried actual swords. She was so dumbstruck that she missed the woman's next words.

"Beg pardon, Ma'am?" She stammered.

"What do you know of the baby girl who was sent through The Stone, here? And just a short while ago, by our calculations."

Her tone and regal manner were undeniable. And though the stranger's accent sounded like it could have been anyone in her family, she commanded, nonetheless.

It took Miriam only a few minutes to tell her tale.

The woman sat still on the stone's edge, a single tear formed in the corner of her eye, but it didn't slide down her clean, smooth cheek. Her sad look was replaced with a fierce anger that Miriam knew well from her own mother's face. Instinctively, she flinched at the sight.

"You're sure that the village elders said Goat Of A Thousand Young? Those were their exact words?"

"Yes, Lady. I'll not forget it for a long time, I fear."

"I believe you." A look of resolve came to her face. "They will pay for this atrocity. I assure you. But first, show me where the three small faeries went through. There is homage to be paid."

Miriam showed her the place. The woman removed the broach from her blouse and touched a green jewel on it. It shone in a color she had never seen, but reminded her of the greenish light of the glow worms of summer. The doorway she had seen before, opened without a sound. One moment there was nothing but solid rock, and the next there was an opening.

When three small shapes appeared in the doorway, Miriam lost her nerve, and ran. She stopped at the tree line, peering from the side of the bole of a huge, dead oak, and watched in the bright moonlight. All clouds had passed.

The regal woman sat crosslegged—childlike—upon the ground before the doorway, and spoke in low murmers to the three creatures. Miriam couldn't catch the words, but she could tell that there was a sadness to the exchange.

Finally, she kissed each upon the brow and watched as they shuffled slowly, painfully, back into their den. Their joyous energy as they danced about the stones, was gone. They moved like doddering ancients. As silently as before, the rock was whole.

"I know you're still out there, girl. Come here. Now!"

Miriam scrambled and knelt before the stranger.

"Oh, rise, you silly girl. What is your name?"

"Miriam, Ma'am. Daughter of Bekah."

"We've work to do, Miriam. You will take me to your village and show me the men you remember from tonight. They will be dealt with before the dawn, I swear it."

"And second. I am the child, your neice, that you brought here this very night in an attempt to save me. And I honor you for it. I am grown, now. For time is not the same where I went. Those three you just saw gave the rest of their lives to divert me to the place you would have sent me to, had those would-be minions of Shub-Niggurath not pulled me from your hands.

The Homibots are not alive like you and I, but caretakers for the transportation stones. They burned-out their own power satellite to override the…the incantation that those ignorant toadies of C'thulhu tried to use. The Caretakers will deactivate—die—with the dawn, because of it."

"And your name, Lady?"

"Miriam, you should call me Marwolaeth."

"Your name is Death?"

"Tonight, Miriam, I am Death. Lead on!"