The Lost Forgotten(ON HOLD)

Chapter 19: Luca's POV- PART TWO

**RECAP**

"Stories don't make you bad. They make you good and creative."

"That's what I think too, bud. Now time for bed."

I hopped up the stairs and got into bed, and Daddy tucked me in.

That night I had dreams.

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BEGIN PART TWO

There was a bright light. I could hear people, crying. They reached out to me, with grimy hands, dripping with red. I cringed away from them.

I saw my father's face, along with the faces of the characters in my stories.

Annabella, Taggo, Shiema, Lemoola, Peaches, the guardian. They were reaching out to me, asking me about some stone.

'The lost and forgotten stone, give it to us, the stone!'

'Give us the stone!'

I cried out. There was something tiny in my hand. I looked to see--

"Get up, get up now." My Daddy's voice was in my ear.

My eyes fluttered open, and I could barely see him in the darkness of my room.

"We have to go now," he said.

"Why...?" I asked groggily.

I could see him smile sadly. "We have to get your stories back."

"My stories? Where are they?"

"They ran out the window."

I was old enough to know that something like that couldn't have happened, but he sounded utterly serious. I suddenly realized I was shivering, even in my blankets. The window was open. I got out of my bed and took my Daddy's hand, and he pulled me up onto his back.

"I packed you a bag already. We won't be back in a while, okay buddy?"

I rubbed my eyes sleepily. "Mkay..."

I was half asleep as my Daddy carried me out of the house. Down the street. Through the park.

"Stone..."

I could still hear them asking for the stone.

"Give us the stone..."

I mumbled, "I don't have it...leave me alone..."

"Bud? What's wrong?" asked Daddy.

"They keep asking me for the stone..."

"Well then we must find it, hm?"

"Yeah..."

I fell in and out of sleep. Daddy kept moving though, and when I woke up we were heading out of town.

"Daddy, how will we find them?"

"I don't know, but we'll find a way."

"Pst! You, over there! Pst!!" whispered--actually quite loud--a voice.

I looked around, but couldn't see anyone.

"Here, here!" the voice said. "Ow! Watch where you're stepping, Rocky!"

Daddy and I looked down to see some sort of small creature glaring at us.

"Well well, a Rocky and a Junior Rocky. How sweet." Even as a young child I could hear hinted sarcasm. "What are you doing here, Rocky and Junior Rocky?"

"Bongo!" Daddy yelled.

The creature jumped. "How do you know my name," it hissed.

"It's me, Dave!"

"Davey? Is it really you?"

"Yes! A-and this is my son, Luca!" Daddy put me down and I could see the creature more clearly. It was a cross between a mole and a porcupine it seemed.

"My, you've grown, Davey! And Luca, he must have his mother's hair." The mole-upine patted my brown hair. "Nice and soft. So, what are you doing here, Davey?"

"The stories ran away again, Bongo."

"Oh drat! I forgot about those!" Bongo then hit his head against a nearby rock.

"Stop it! Bongo stop!"

"Ohhh how could I have forgotten?" Bongo groaned. Then, he gasped and dramatically looked up at Daddy. "Ran away, you say? Again? Oh this is good news!! We get to go on another adventure! I wonder where they're take us this time!"

"Bongo! We didn't get to finish them!"

"What? Why not?"

"My ex-girlfriend Hannah tried to take them too many times. I had to hide them and they never got read for weeks."

"She must be a Flouder, Davey!! This isn't good!"

"Don't forget about me," I said. "I don't know what's going on!"

~~you may have noticed a change in names. I changed the little boy's name to Luca. It was also changed in the previous chapter~~