The Kirestone Escapade [Discontinued]

Chapter 15: Have faith

They were all watching TV in the living room when it happend. Some odd show about a cute blue creature that ran around a forest interacting with various supernatural specious with a red blanket clutched in its hand that Emlyn was sure only streamed in the supernatural world. Vanina was sitting on the floor, she seemed to be in a long conversation with her familiar. Connor was sitting on the couch reinacting a story about something that happened at the orphanage while Arden listened enthusiastically. Their time at the orphanage seemed like so long ago. They had had some good days, they were rare but they were there.

The incident happened in a very fast flash of movement. The door to the house flew into the house, crashing into a vase, splinters flew all over the floor.

A large man burst through the door carrying a small ham in his arms, a faerie. Streaks of tears were rolling down his face and running into his short beard. There were bleeding cuts all around his face and arms, they looked painful. But they were nothing compared to the faerie in his hands it's pale―almost grey body was limp and unmoving. Its translucent wings were bent and ripped.

It's usual glow was gone.

It was dead.

"I-it's Finley. H-he... I went to his house and h-he." The man's lip trembled and he bit it to attempt to stop it. Emlyn could see his tears running down his lip then under his chin before falling into his hands.

Sybil gestured for the man to put Finley on the table.

He didn't.

He didn't want to.

He didn't want to let go.

He just watched the faerie in his arms as his sobs rang through the house. He hunched over the small body and his body shook. "I-I tried t-to... It was t-too..." His chocked voice tried to talk but he couldn't. He couldn't speak when the lump on his throat was so thick. When his heart and head hurt so bad.

Emlyn waited for someone to say it. To say that the faerie was dead.

Nobody did. They already knew.

"Charlie, what happend to Fin? I need to know what happend." Sybil asked but the man just shook his head and cried further.

Sybil turned to Arden and they seemed to have a mental conversation. Then Arden turned to the other three and he ushered them upstairs into his and Connors room.

Once he shut the door, the cries stopped.

Everyone looked startled. Everyone except Arden.

"Does- does that happen often?" Emlyn asked him shakily.

Arden bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. "She helps everyone. Lots of injured people come in here."

"But he was dead, why come here?" Connor suddenly said.

"I think the rest are dead. He was the last faerie."

"Now he's gone. They're all gone."

"What do you think happened to that guy, Charlie, I think?" Vanina asked him.

"What do you mean?" Arden asked in confusion.

"Well it's clear he was attacked. He had injuries all over his body."

"Yeah. It was probably an animal, there were three vertical lines along the back of his leg. But the scars on his face didn't look very animalistic." Connor added. "He's a werewolf. Maybe he got onto a fight with another wolf."

"Doubt it. Remember, the werewolves can't turn into wolves and their claws and canines aren't there anymore." Emlyn said.

"Then what was it?" Connor asked.