The Halfling (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1

"Come on Autumn!" I cried joyfully, sprinting towards home. Another crisp fall day, and I was enjoying school, as well as the first chill. I don't understand why my sisters name is Autumn. I love the season way more than she does. I guess we can't have everything though.
"Who's the slowpoke now?!" In my daydream, I didn't notice that Autumn had come up behind me and was beating me. I ran to catch up.
We burst through the door to our parents house, letting a cold blast in with us. The entryway was warm, and we tore off our hats and mittens. We headed into the kitchen, smelling the food cooking on the stove. My black hair fuzzed out behind me, contrasting with Autumns red hair. I always said it was pumpkin orange but... Whatever. We grabbed hot cups of coca and called out to gran.
"Gran! We're home!" No answer. "Gran?" We creeped into the living room, where she was usually waiting for us. Nobody there. We went into her room. Her bed was made, like always. We heard a noise upstairs. We climbed the steps, and stood in the hallway. A tall shadow stretched from one of the doorways.
"Gran?"

I stared at the TV in dismay. this could NOT be happening. In just one sentence, a reporter had ruined my life. "MISSING?!" I yelled at the TV, ignoring the glare from my little brother. "But she was just here!" 10 year old Autumn and her 14 year old sister, Lily, (who happened to be my best friend) had been kidnapped. Their granny was found tied up in a closet, knocked out. When their mother had come home (she always got home first), she couldn't find anyone. Only a call to the police and a thorough search of the house had yielded granny.

I collapsed onto the couch, realizing I had been standing up, my jaw practically on the floor. how am I gonna live without Lily? She's my best friend! I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I went to the window to see who it was, and then opened up for my dad. But as soon as he was in the threshold, he started to... Change. His face became longer, with more angular features. His hair went from dark brown to blonde. "Who are you?!" I asked, backing away.
"The fairy Queen requests your presence," he said, not answering my question. I drew a breath, but before I could ask another question, he shoved me unceremoniously into a sack.