PARADISE: WRATH OF CHILDREN [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER THREE

SENT AWAY

The full moon appeared on the dark sky, with snow falling heavier on the two children who had a few flakes covering their coats. Pamela fastened her scurf. "Hang on," Paul whispered, tightening his grip on her hand that had slipped inside his hand after fastening her coat.

Cold wind blew some of the strand of hair onto his face. His eyes squinted while moving his left hand up, blocking the harsh wind from hitting his face violently while moving forward. Pamela on the other hand kept her eyes closed following her brother.

"Huh," she cried feeling the harsh wind blowing onto her face violently.

"Hang on," Paul said through gritted teeth.

Pamela suddenly dropped on her knees on the snow causing Paul to stop. He turned to face his exhausted sister.

"You okay?"

"My feet Paul," she said her eyes now open. "I can't feel my feet, Paul."

Paul moved towards her and squatted before her. "It's okay, you are probably cold," he said forcing out a smile.

She nodded. "Now get on my back." Helping her up his back.

She wrapped her hands tightly around his neck while he got up.

"Just hang on," he said through gritted teeth, moving north.

The wind got stronger, entering his eyes harshly causing him to tear up and his nose to turn red. A memory suddenly flashed in his head.

Under the old blankets, the teenage boy with blonde hair who he had known as Delta sat before him and four children.

"It's a risky mission but worth going for," Delta had whispered, pointing at a little island he has circled with a coal.

"How are we to go there without Mother Theresa approval?" the seven year old boy with green eyes had asked.

"Escape, we escape," Delta had answered.

"No way, what if we get caught? I don't want to be sent to the short man's room," the second boy child with curly copper shimmer hair had replied.

"Adam is right, I don't want to go there," the third boy child had said.

"Then I'm leaving you behind, who is coming with me?" Delta had asked, staring at the five children before him.

"I'll come," the fourth boy child with chocolate brown hair, had volunteered.

"Great," Delta had said, turning to face Paul who hadn't spoken a word. "Paul?"

Paul stared at the all the four children than at Delta.

"You are coming right?" the fourth child had asked.

"No," Paul had replied. "I can't go without Pamela."

The sight of a figure ahead of them wearing a dark green coat walking toward a old oak tree, carrying an oil lamp caught Paul's attention. He squinted to clearly see what the figure ahead of them that looked like a hare was doing.

His eyes widened when he saw it knock on the old oak tree trunk where a entrance appeared letting it in.

Pamela shivering on his back got him worried. "Hang on Pam," moving toward the oak tree.

The more closer he got to the tree the thinner the layer of the frozen lake beneath him got. His eyebrows knitted, fear painted on his face. The cracking of the frozen lake beneath him whenever he moved made him to immediately stop walking.

His dark eyes shifted below. The view of water running underneath the frozen lake came to his view. He swallowed his saliva and proceeded walking, heading toward the old oak tree, carefully avoiding breaking the thin layer underneath him.

Finally he reached the tree as Pamela rose her head up, staring at the tree before them.

"Food," she said. "Food inside."

Paul moved his hand towards the trunk and knocked. An entrance suddenly appeared. The creature that looked like a hare suddenly appeared from the half open entrance.

A memory of the same creature he had once seen a month ago in a book flashed in his head.

He had been in the orphanage library reading like always, when he had came across the book with the creatures of Trankin, both harmful and non-harmful.

"Tricksters are known for their furry body which comes in colour brown or white with long ears which have advance hearing receptors, which can hear the rain before it reaches the surface and lastly known for their intelligence. They are normally found deep in the woods where they live in a oak tree which are normally surrounded by water to keep predators out and bugs that only it can call out to feed on its enemy." He had read softly.

Pamela snarled at the sight of the creature that looked like a hare but bigger. She rapidly jumped of Paul's back heading for the creature thst looked like the hare, her sharp nails that had grew longer ready to rip the creature apart.

Paul quickly pulled her by her coat before she could get through the door. "Pam!"

Pamela immediately turned to face him, her eyes wide opened. "Food," she said.

"No, not food," he corrected her.

"Get out of here!" the trickster spoke. "Before I release the bugs."

"My deepest apologies, but we are here, seeking shelter for the night,"

"I'm afraid I don't have space," glancing at Pamela who was snarling at it, while Paul brushed her long unkept wavy, raven black hair. "Especially for creatures like you, in fact what kind of creatures are you because you are certainly not men?"

Paul immediately felt chills running down his spine. "You seem too small to be men," it said moving its head out the entrance, its grey eyes full of curiousity.

"We are children," Paul answered after a long pause.

The trickster immediately jerked back, it eyes opened wide.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" it demanded, fear in his tone. "GO! YOU WILL SET ME AND MY FAMILY IN TROUBLE!"

"Bu..."

"GO! BEFORE I CALL THE BUGS!" it ordered.

Pamela whimpered and hid behind Paul who rapidly pulled her by the arm and began to run. Running fast as his legs could carry him, further away from the trickster's home.

Author's Note

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