{ELEMENTISTS OF WILLOW FOREST BOOK IV} The Day of Death

...Fireballs, Pick 'N' Mix and Strange Flirting Eleven-Year-Old Boys (Ethan)

19:  Stone Railings, Fireballs, Pick 'N' Mix and Strange Flirting Eleven-Year-Old Boys (Ethan)

 

 

 

Et voila, we were runaways.

I'm not going to spend too long on this part of my life, as it only lasted a few months, and there's a lot of stuff near the end that I suppose you'll want to know.  Also, this part is as much Luke, Josie, and Rachael's story as mine, and I'm not sure how much of it they'd want me telling you.  There's not actually that much to say, anyway.  You know what it's like on the streets, Sasha.  You run.  You hide.  You beg.  And you survive.  Four Elementists who have known each other for a year already are a good team on the streets.  I could grow food.  Luke could create springs to get us fresh water.  Living Dead and the wind could steal toothpaste, clothes, potato peelers and other essentials.

I am, though, going to include the stories of how we met Rock, Pebble, Ethan, and Felix.  Mostly because they're good stories, especially the one about Ethan.

Basically, within two months, we made it from the Natural History Museum to Willow Forest.  I had no idea where I was going to go to begin with, because I'd never seen Willow Forest on a map in comparison to anywhere else before.  But, since Cub One/Haider had told me his story of how he, his sister and his parents had found Willow Forest, I'd begun to suspect that the place had a kind of aura about it, like the medallion.  It made sense.  Otherwise, how would have all those animals found it and not some other wood?

Luke, Rachael, Josie and I had made it out of London within a few days, and taken the Tube to some remote town at the end of the Piccadilly line.  From there, we'd begun to just walk, passing from one town to the next, spending a few nights in each, in whichever direction somehow felt right.

Once, we were walking down a street, pretending to be some random teenagers who happened to be casually hanging out together and had totally not just run away from a Care Home, got left behind on a school trip or trashed the Natural History Museum or anything.

Anyway, Josie had just sent a wind to sweep half the Pick 'N' Mix from WH Smith out of the boxes and into her bag.  We'd had a few of the sweets each, (I had lots of the Snowies and Fudge) but Josie had had the most, and had gone exceedingly hyper.

I sighed.  Josie went hyper a lot.  "Just sprint down the street and back."  Usually, if she ran for a bit, she burnt off all the energy.

Josie giggled "Okay!"  As she started to bound across the pavement with her arms out, screaming "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Josie!"  Rachael called after her.  "Don't run into that-"

Josie ran straight into the lamppost.

"Do you think we should...?" Luke asked uncertainly.