Claire POV
"Jim! Gosh darn it! Come back here! You and I both know you'll need my help!"
"Uggghhhh!"
"I can't believe that didn't work." Said Jim's dad, a bit out of breath.
"Well, I can believe it, he's pulled off far more, um, harder things.
We're actually lucky we even got that close. If only I still had my shadow staff, maybe..." I trailed off in thought.
"Don't we still need to find him?" He asked.
"Well, he came out of Merlin's 'house' so maybe Merlin knows." We rushed into his house, he was standing over his work table and was fooling around with something. I think he heard the door slam because he jerked around and immediately approached us.
"Hello son, and Claire, why have you come here?"
"Well we ran into some trouble and since Jim learned trollish a little while ago, he was able to immediately decipher it and has decided to work it out alone. We were wondering if you knew anything..."
"...I know nothing of the sort." He replied.
"Okay then, but if you were to find something out you would at least go tell me or Blinky right?"
"Sure," He said, "Now if you would be so kind, I'm in the middle of something."
Me and Jim's dad turned and left and begun to track him.
Jim, where are you?
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How to Forgive
FantasyWhat if Jim found his dad. Who would he be? What would he look like? How could he ever face him, even address him like a father, knowing what he has done to his family. Going off alone to save someone could lead to torture, bloodshed, and maybe his...
