Stories (Book 1/3)

Missing

"LILIAN IS MISSING!"
Uka did not have time to ponder on his questions about the cloak. Margret flung his door open, her face all sweaty and panicked.
"W-w-w-what?" Uka stammered, blinking, "what happened to her?" He asked.
"She was meant to be back from the well hours ago, so i thought she might have been wandering the town, but then i asked everywhere and no one has seen her!" Margret's words came out in a jumbled mess.

Without waiting a second, uka stood up but...
Uka...
He looked back at the cloak on his sleeping mat. He had not heared the cloak call his name like that since he found it what felt like years ago.

Uka did not have time to talk to some dumb piece of cloth, he had to find Lilian!

His search took all day, and each passing moment, he started to feel even more anxious. Margret was searching by the market while he searched by the well though when they regrouped, they brought back nothing of use.
Lilian's mother was now in tears with one of the villagers comforting her.
Uka was about the sit down and catch his breath when he saw a path of small footsteps in the mud. It was leading into the savanah.

Seed clopped forwards for a while. The footstep trail was long and winding until they stopped. There was a bucket that Lilian always used to fetch water but it was tipped over, the water drenching the ground.
Uka didn't know what urge suddenly washed over him but he ordered seed to dig a hole where the water was the dampest.

"Lilian?"
He shouted into the cave that opened up beneathe where Seed dug. Uka was scared to enter but a muffled voice echoed back to him. Suddenly he wished he had brought the cloak with him but it was too late now.