The elders frequented her home now that he was gone. To Farn these days went by in a gray blur. Sometimes she'd come into lapses of focus. She'd hear talk about the chances of a war and wolf attacks, often her brother was brought up. He was supposed to deliver the peace contract, but only two weeks before his departure, he disappeared. It was peculiar, he had said nothing about leaving, in fact, he seemed ecstatic to have been chosen for such an important task. It was painfully obvious that he had not chosen to disappear, someone had surely taken him, but there were no signs of an outsider having been in the village...
Farn left her house and walked down to the weeping willow. Most other fairies were too scared to brave the deep forest and visit the tree. Farn, however, walked there every day. It was her safe haven. A place where she could relax and think and think she did. "Why was there no evidence? And why had no one see him get kidnapped?" She knew someone took her brother, she could almost feel it. The only indication she had was the mess of piled papers on his desk. He was too much of a neat freak to leave the desk in that state. Even the elders were hiding something. They know. They know what creature took him, but they won't tell us.
When she walked back into her house her father sat near the entrance waiting for her. He looked at the ground solemnly and said, "You were chosen to look for your brother. The elders will tell you the details tomorrow." His voice wavered as he rushed to get the sentences out as if they were poison. She was astonished. If they were talking to her morrow' then she'd have no time for packing. She'd have no time for goodbye hugs and kisses, no time to go to the willow, no time at all. She walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by her crying mother. Farn's heart wept for her. She was reluctant about letting Rain go on his journey, and now he's disappeared her only remaining child was to leave too.
She did her best to console her poor mother. That night dinner was silent. They were too sad to speak. The clattering of utensils was the only company. She went to bed and tried to remember every little detail of her room; who knows when I would come back? She drifted off to sleep and dreamed of sun-filled meadows.
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The Red Footprints
Fantastik-Bella- As a witch, taking care of the ware cubs was a slap to her pride. She was the greatest potion maker at school, and yet, she had to take care of those...things. It was no surprise though. They were in danger, as the only survivors of a terror...
