Finder
ˈfīndər/
noun
a person who finds someone or something.
This is the story of a girl.
A finder...
That couldn't even find herself.
Logan Moore has a secret. Soon she will discover that secrets have the power to turn lives upside down.
Marauder...
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Rural New York was, in Logan's opinion, beautiful. Blue skies and green grass. A little cabin lay on the landscape, looking quaint and homey.
Logan followed Newt into the cabin and looked around.
"Wow, this is..." her voice trailed off.
It wasn't much, the cabin, but it was something she had always wanted- a proper home. She fought back tears and felt something touch her face. It was Pickett, trying to comfort her.
"Thanks Pickett." Logan said, smiling softly.
"It's alright to cry Logan." Newt said.
"I'm fine."
"No, really." He insisted, "Holding all of this emotion inside you is part of your problem. Magic and emotion are closely related."
She nodded.
"So, when will we start doing... whatever it is we came here to do?"
"Tomorrow morning." Newt said, "Try to get a good sleep."
"But it's not even dark out yet." Logan protested.
"Well, then rest."
"Is this your nice way of telling me to go bugger off because you have more important things to do?"
"...I-"
"Thought so." She smirked, but she went to find the little room that she would be staying in.
The room was small, yes, but it was the first bedroom she'd ever had to herself. She closed the door behind her and did a celebratory dance, forgetting Pickett was still on her shoulder.
He cling onto her jacket, holding on for his dear life.
"Oh, sorry Pickett." She apologized.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
Logan walked over to the bed and sat down. Pickett climbed down her arm and laid down on her pillow.
"Comfortable?" She asked.
He nodded.
"Good."
She laid down on the bed, resting her head on the pillow next to his. She yawned.
"I guess I am a little tired."
Logan closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
"Logan?"
Said girl looked around for the source of her name. She was in a heavily vegetated forest.
"Logan?"
Newt walked out from behind a tree.
"Newt!" She breathed a sigh of relief, "Is this a part of the lesson?"
