but you can call me Mick - everyone else does. I'm eldest son of David and Aisling Collins, not that that means anything to anyone. I'm only seven.

Da's supposed to be local Blacksmyth, but he's gone a bit wonkers. He likes to hang out at the pub, not the Cross and Cowl, but that other one that no one talks about. I dun know why its so hush hush.

Anyhow, Mam died few months ago and packed us off the live with Auntie Wynn. Siobhan and Mam and Wynn never told me why, we were just shuttled off in the middle of the night when Mam passed after birthing Adam and Eve. Eve passed with Mam too, but Adam....he's at the cottage with us too. He's just....er....odd.

So here we are at the Cottage, marking time or whatever it is we do out here. Uncle Falk comes and goes. I hate him. I really dun know why. Maybe because they all wiggle their fingers and things appear and I canna do it. Siobhan wiggles her fingers and floats up to the roof. Falk likes enter the house through the chimney and Wynn, well she just makes the house smell funny.

But Falk looks at me like he's disappointed or somethin'. I canna help what I ain't.