Reflections of Mist

Deal

"So let me get this straight. You want me to go upstairs and get a box from your bedroom."

The small faery shook his head. "No."

Nick groaned mentally, this kid was making no sense, he'd just told him that it was exactly that! If this child didn't stop talking riddles...

"It's my old bedroom. I don't stay there anymore."

Right. Okay. That made... No sense. Well, it did, but it seemed a little... Petty. Like, why couldn't the kid get the box himself?

"O-kaaaay... So, you, what, moved house and forgot it? Wait, are you even supposed to be here... Are you breaking in?"

"Hey, I'm the innocent victim in all of this! Actually, I'm  the badass rogue freedom fighter hero! You can't judge me! So, do you want your phone back or not?"

Nick leant down to become eye level with the child. "Badass rogue freedom fighter hero? How old are you?"

"Four. And ten months." The boy announced, proudly.

"You're kidding." Nick breathed a sigh. "Okay, so show me where your room is."

"Up the second flight of stairs, six doors to the left. 's got a teeny tiny sun sticker on the door, that's a bit peeled where my mum couldn't get it off the paint when I put it there."

"Riiiight." Nick nodded, still wondering why this kid was acting like some sort of quest giver, rather than getting his box himself. Still, if it got him his stuff back...

"And the box is all silvery, with a shell pattern on the top. It's next to my bed, hidden by my lamp table."

"Two flights of stairs. Six to the left. Sticker. Silver box. Next to the bed. Got it. Anything else?" Nick said, almost irritably.

The little boy shook his head. " 'ats it. Go on." He gestured to the stairs. "Go on. Go!"

Nick rolled his eyes and trudged up the steps.

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