[Fairy In The Forest] By Minutestory017

part 43

Search of Uncle jake

I sat on the balcony, looking outside the garden with colorful roses. Beside me sat Uncle, sipping on a tall glass of his homemade lemon juice. He had a thoughtful look on his face, as if contemplating some deep mystery of the universe.

"Where you have thought about finding your uncle Jake, dear?" he suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

I blinked in surprise, turning to look at him. "Uncle Jake? I...I don't even know where to start looking for him," I admitted, feeling a twinge of guilt at the thought of my delay on his search.

Uncle patted my hand gently. "Well, why don't you start with your mother's friend's house in the city? You remember the one you visited with Prince a few weeks ago. And you did some shopping also remember? They might have some information about your uncle," he suggested.

I considered his words for a moment, nodding slowly. "You're right, It's worth a shot," I replied, grateful for his guidance.

As I got up to leave, He insisted that I return before midnight. He was always so caring and thoughtful, despite not being my real uncle. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the idea of leaving him behind, but I knew I had to find king's old friend, uncle Jake.

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As I made my way into the city, memories flooded back to me. The sights and sounds of the bustling streets, the laughter of children playing in the park, the chirping of birds in the trees. It was all so familiar, yet so distant.

I found myself wandering through the crowded market, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly I spotted a familiar group of thugs in the distance. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to slip away unnoticed, but before I knew it, I was cornered in a deserted alley.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" the leader of the group taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

I pressed myself against the wall, feeling the cold brick against my back. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, my voice betraying my fear.

The thug loomed closer, his smirk sending chills down my spine. "Don't play dumb with us. We know you were with that guy last time. Where is he?"

I bit my lip, knowing that I couldn't reveal Mike's true identity. I had to think fast, think smart. As the thug reached out to grab me, a sudden commotion broke out behind him.

A small girl stood defiantly in front of the thugs, armed with nothing but a handful of stones. "Leave her alone!" she cried, her voice trembling but determined.

The thugs laughed, mocking her feeble attempts at bravery. But before they could make another move, a familiar figure appeared at her side.

Michael, was standing there with his serious face looking at there eyes without fear. "You mess with her, you mess with me," he proclaimed, rolling up his sleeves in readiness for a fight.

I watched in awe as he took on the thugs, his punches swift and powerful. In that moment, I realized that I had to fight back too. I couldn't rely on others to protect me. In fact they are more in numbers. One guy saw Michael fighting and is busy with another he tried to drag me away with him. But before he grab my both arms I smashed his head with mine and then kicked him on his weak part. Soon the other fat guy came to me with his angry big face. I punch his nose and he start bleeding. He was looking pretty scary but when he saw his nose bleed it made him scared and he ran away crying.