Shadows of the Hollow: A Tale Reimgine

The Truth Becomes Clear

The moon cast a silvery glow over Sleepy Hollow, illuminating the quaint village with its ethereal light. Close to midnight, Daredevil and I arrived at the farm. The horse's hooves clopped softly on the dirt path as I made my way towards the designated shelter. The farm was quiet, its usual hustle and bustle dormant under the veil of night.

I dismounted and untacked Daredevil with ease. Once Daredevil was comfortably settled, I took a deep breath, my eyes scanning the perimeter of the farm. I have a habit of being cautious when I'm here. For all I know Crane could be leading me here to kill me. Kat wouldn't harm anyone but Crane had some strange influence over her. Even with Crane being a mortal there are ways to persuade someone into doing something. I sense no magic. No wards, enchantments, or even illusions.

Leaving Daredevil inside of the stable I walked silently around the house till I found her window. Katrina's bedroom was located on the second story of the farmhouse, a private sanctuary high above the grounds. Not one to linger, I spotted a tall tree nearby and quickly scaled it, my athleticism serving me well. With fluid movements of a feline, I slipped through an open window, the soft, velvet curtains billowing gently from a light breeze.

The room was bathed in the soft radiance of a single candle, casting a warm glow upon Katrina's delicate features. She sat on her bed, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, reaching down to brush against the soft linens. Her baby blue eyes, gleaming like sapphires, fixed upon me, revealing both anticipation and a hint of trepidation.

"I knew you'd come," Katrina whispered, her voice laced with a mix of relief and excitement.

My gaze roamed over her breathtaking form, taking in the lean curves of her body, the swell of her breasts beneath the delicate fabric of her nightgown. Even in a nightgown, Kat is breathtaking.

"I got your message."

Before I could say more, Katrina with a surge of fright, fled across the plush, floral-patterned carpet, her arms flung around my neck and she sobbing into my shirt. My arms around her tighten providing warmth and solace amid the beauty of the darkness surrounding them. As I ran my fingers through Katrina's hair, each silky strand slipped through my grasp like delicate silk threads, a stark contrast to the raw emotions she poured out against my chest. She cries for some time but I refuse to release her. I cradle Katrina in my embrace, the world around us fades into a serene backdrop. When Kat's tears settled and she regained her composure I gestured her to the bed.

"Why the clandestine meeting?" I ask, sitting down beside her. "You know Crane doesn't frighten me."

Katrina's hands fidgeted with the hem of her gown, her expression growing solemn.

"Ichabod has been planning something. He's on a quest to find Preternaturals. Crane is planning to poison the children. He's going after the ones that are not human. Brom you have to stop him before another child dies."

"Slow down Kat. Who has died?"

"Johnny Randall. The poor boy died this morning. Brom please believe me, you need to stop Crane. He knows about you and the others."

"I don't..."

"I know Brom. I've known for many years."

She's known? The shock expression must be visible to her because she continued.

"Please don't deny it. I have seen you do things that others can't. I know that your so-called hunting trips are so you and the others change under the full moon."

Kat has known. So Crane didn't tell her. I suppose all my years being around her has given her clues as to what I am.

"I don't change. Only one of us can do that." I corrected her "And yes, you are correct. We don't do much hunting."