Early that morning Tracey felt a small tug on her arm while she was sleeping.
She slapped her hand in the air hoping she would have swatted away whatever had bothered her.
Tracy yelped for something picked her leg.
"C'mon Tracy! We're in the most dangerous forest in the world at 4:00 A.M."
"Ok...wait, how did you do that?" Tracey asked, clearly confused.
"Do what?"
"You were really hurt, dying even last night."
Nesaliani giggled, and then said, "paliceos can heal very fast if they have had a clasidi."
"Oh," Tracey acknowledged.
"So that strawberry thingy was a clasidi, right?"
"Correct," Nesaliani sang as she bent down until her face almost touched the ground.
"What in the world are yo-" Tracey started. Nesaliani interrupted her saying, "I am sniffing the area, I smell a familiar smell."
"Ok. Um that key you spat out last night, how'd you do that?" Tracey asked, slightly frustrated now.
"How am I supposed to know?" Nesaliani shouted back.
Tracey pulled the rusty key out of her pocket and then held it up to show Nesaliani.
"Wait," said Nesaliani, sniffing the key, "they both smell the same."
Nesaliani carefully examined every tree in the forest until she found what she was looking for.
Pointing to the tree stump Nesaliani announced,
"Here it is."
Again, Tracey was very confused,
"What? All I see is an old tree stump."
"Exactly," Nesaliani replied, "now gimme that key." Tracey slowly took the key back out of her pocket and handed it to Nesaliani. She didn't know how she felt with her holding it.
Nesaliani put the key down on the grass and shoved her paws to the ground. Dirt flew up behind her as she dug a deep hole. Deeper than her, for she had to crawl down to continue digging.
Tracy quietly picked up the key Nesalaini had laid next to her. While the dirty gold key was in her hand Tracy felt an ident on it. Turning the key over in her hand, Tracy saw one word engraved in the rusty metal, Ortrabis.
She glanced over at Nesalaini to make sure she was still digging. When she was positive the creature was distracted, she slid the key into the small slot in the middle of the stump. Perfect fit.
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Nesaliani - A Glimmer of Hope
FantasiaWhen was the last time the only awful home you've ever known burns down and nobody but you survived? Ten-year-old Tracy Netovedmil lost her parents at the age of three, her brother nearly died with the flu, and has to live in an orphanage in the mid...
