The Fey *on hold for major editing*

Prologue

“Micheal,” Charlotte called from far behind him.

She began running down the tunnel. Charlotte could hear her feet pounding on the water ridden floor, afraid to take another step.

“Micheal? Where are you? I can’t see.” She called into the shadows, alarmed. The further she went into the tunnel; it became darker until it reached up  to the point that she couldn’t see a thing.

“Honey?” Charlotte listened for the direction of her husband’s voice, “I’m over here, I’m wounded,” she could hear the pain in his voice, making her shiver.

“Charlotte? Micheal? Are you here?” Charlotte whirled around facing the way she came, as she recognized the voice.

“Christina?” She said in a hopeful but in quiet and questioning voice. Charlotte squinted, trying so hard to see, to confirm the voice was real and not a figment of her imagination.

“Michael” said another voice, which she recognized as Anthony’s. Charlotte was so pleased Christina and Anthony were here to rescue them. Finally, Christina found Charlotte in minutes, even though it felt like hours, pulled her into a tight but warm embrace. Charlotte only just realised she was shaking from the cold, smoothing her hair, Christina reassured her by saying “It’s going to be okay sweetie, we are going to get out of here…I promise.” Charlotte could hear the fear in Christina’s voice.

Christina lightly pulled Charlotte collapsed on the ground, as soon as Charlotte sat down, she remembered, “Micheal!” She shot up; she could feel Christina tugging her arm, making sit back down again. “Micheal,” she repeated but in a much weaker voice.

“He will be fine,” Christina reassured her, “Anthony is with him.” Charlotte collapsed tot the ground, curling into a small ball, resting her head on Christina’s stomach.

“Tell me your happiest moment,” Christina asked.

Charlotte went back to the day she gave birth to her daughter, Mari-Anna.

“Mari-Anna,” she said cheerfully.

“How old is she?”Christina prompted.

Charlotte frowned, ‘She knows how old she is,’ she thought but told her anyway.

“Five this summer,” she answered, confused.

“When is her birthday?”

“January 7th, this summer,” ‘Why is she asking me all these questions? Am I dying?’ Charlotte started to get worried.

“What does she look like?”

“Mari-Anna has bleach blonde hair with pale blue eyes, she is beautiful.” Charlotte was intrigued to hear what Christina's happiest moment, soshe asked.

Christina smiled widely, “That would have to be when I gave birth to my first and only child, Melanie.” I asked her the same questions, even though I knew the answers.

“Melanie has long, silky, dark hair with green eyes and she will be five, on the 7th of June, this winter.”

Both Charlotte and Christina fell asleep on the water ridden floor, both believing that this was the end of their lives and they were never going to see their beautiful children again. 

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There wasn't much to change. But thank you to @EpicCalian for editing my story :3