Hi everyone!! Here’s my story for the last challenge of CWWC. I used all the prompts from this challenge, all the prompts from challenge one, the girl in the cemetery, Here Be Faeries, Here Lies A Man Who Was Not Of This Earth, the girl with the moths, the girl with the torch, the girls dancing with the stars, the person in the stream, and the hunter with the black clothes and a bow. For some reason my computer won’t let me add the pictures. So, here you go!!
I breathed in the cool, fresh, spring air. A gentle breeze kissed my face as I pedaled my bike down the street. It was an old, seventies looking bike, with high handlebars, a banana seat, and lime green paint. The big basket on the front held plenty of newspapers for my route. I smiled happily. I was allowed to go to my friend Owen’s house today, as long as I finished my newspaper route. Only three houses left. I tossed the remaining papers on the doorsteps, and saved the last for Mom. As I pedaled to Owen’s house, I noticed the headline on the front page: Citizen Missing. I braked my bike, opened the newspaper up, and stared reading as I biked. Dangerous, sure, but I was in a hurry. This was the article:
Town citizen Owen Farrell, age fifteen, was officially reported missing at 9 PM yesterday evening. The last place he was seen was on his way home from friend Rose O’Donnell’s house, at 507 Worthington Ave. Rose’s neighbor, Phil Rowen, saw him leave and start biking towards Fifth St. He never returned home, and hasn’t been seen since. Below is a picture of the missing boy. If you have any information regarding this young man’s disappearance, please call toll free…”
Then a phone number. I shrieked and fell off my bike. Why hadn’t I been told? Owen was my best friend, and the last place he’d been seen was my house. Why didn’t I know? A young man of probably twenty ran out of a yard over to me. “are you okay? I saw you fall,” he said, helping me up. “I’m okay, physically, not mentally.” I explained to him about Owen, and asked if he’d seen him. “He’s got dark brown hair and hazel eyes, and is very handsome. Have you seen him at all?” The young man scratched his head. “Not that I know of. I’m Victor York, by the way.” I gave Victor the last newspaper and asked him to call me if he saw anything, while scribbling my phone number in the margins. He assured me that he would call if he saw Owen or anything relating to Owen. I thanked him, picked up my bike, and rode off, straight to Mr. and Mrs. Farrell’s house.
A light tap on the door brought Mrs. Farrell running. ‘Have you found him?” she asked eagerly. Then she saw it was me, and her shoulders slumped. “Come on in, Rose, dear.” I stepped inside the oh-so familiar foyer of the Farrell home. I half expected Owen to coming bounding down the stairs and say with a grin, “Scared ya good, huh Rosie?” but it didn’t happen. Mrs. Farrell called, “Todd, Rose is here!” no answer. She shook her head and said, “Well, he’s gone. We haven’t the faintest idea of where he could be. He always tells us where he’s going, even if it’s your place.” “I mostly want to know why I wasn’t told he was missing.” I said. “Oh dear, in the bustle of calling the police and other things, it completely slipped my mind to call and tell you all. I’m so so sorry, dear. I can’t imagine your reaction when you found out.” “It actually was sort of funny.” I told her about my bike crash episode. In truth, Owen’s mom was like a second mother to me. She’d known me for fourteen of my fifteen years, and introduced me to Owen when I was two. We’d been fast friends ever since. After a quick chat with Mrs. Farrell, I started off for home. Halfway there, I stopped at a small convenience store and picked up some survival supplies, like twine, tarp, a backpack, water, food, and so on. At the checkout, the cashier, trying at some small talk, asked me, “Did you hear about that boy that went missing? Owen Farrell?” “Yes, I’m actually his best friend.” The girl gaped at me. “You’re Rose O’Donnell?” I nodded. Not in the mood to talk more, I picked up my things and headed for the door. Once outside, I was struck with a brilliant idea. What if I called his cell phone? Maybe, just maybe, he would answer. I picked up my phone, punched in the number, and waited. After ten rings, I was about to hang up, when suddenly, it clicked like it got picked up. “Rose?” I’d never been happier to hear his voice. “Owen!!! Thank goodness you answered. Where are you?” “I can’t reveal the exact location. But, follow the path through the cemetery, past the sign that says Here Be Faeries, and into the fortress. I’m in there.” “Wait, what? What sign? There’s no sign that says that anywhere around here!” A muffled grunt in the background. “I have to go. But believe me, the Ferrymen may be your only hope. Mirrors are portals to wonderful lands, guarded by creatures called Ferrymen. There’s a whole other world out there. One you couldn’t imagine in your wildest dreams. You have to get me out. Please, Rose, dear Rose, don’t fail me.” Then the line went dead. I threw the phone down in frustration, even though my skin was tingling as his words echoed in my ears: dear Rose. I knew he was pressed for time, but what he had said didn’t help me at all. There was nothing like what he had described anywhere around here. I stared at my phone, which was making unhappy popping sounds. I sighed and picked it up. Well, if I wanted to find Owen, I’d better start. Picking up my backpack and shoving my other things into it, I hopped on my bike and started to the edge of town. There’s only one place where those things could be.
I followed the gravel road to the outskirts of town, and skidded to a stop in front of the forest. If the places Owen described were really here, I could be in serious danger. But I didn’t hesitate for even a second. Owen was my best friend. We’d always been like family, always there as a shoulder to cry on. There was no way I would leave him alone and in danger, at the hands of… whatever had captured him. I stood up on my pedals and pumped as fast as I could. Deep into the forest, I heard a low humming, and my skin tingled. I knew I had passed through to another dimension, the world beyond my wildest dreams. Suddenly, I stopped, shocked. A sign, with the words Here Be Faeries etched into the wood. I hardly dared to breathe. After what felt eternity staring at that sign, I noticed a path, just big enough for me to squish along on foot, curving into the woods behind it. I parked my bike and with some twine, tied it to a tree. I took a deep breath, hiked up my backpack, and started off. No turning back now.
I started to get a creepy feeling, like someone was watching me. I glanced around furiously, shining my flashlight around and straining my eyes in the growing dark. A sharp crack in the trees behind me told me I was being followed. Now, normally, I’m pretty daring, brave, and tomboyish, but combine the dark and cracking sticks? Nuh-uh. My imagination went berserk, thinking of all the creatures it could be. Terrified, I took off running. Not the smartest choice I’ve ever made, but can you blame me? A cemetery appeared in front of me, and I dashed through, wildly looking back every few steps. Not a good decision. I tripped on my own foot and sprawled out, busting the glass out of my flashlight. I buried my head in my arms and lay there, shivering. “What is wrong?” A voice said. I was so unprepared that I yelped and jumped about three feet off the ground. A blonde girl, surrounded in glowing blue moths, came out from behind a gravestone, a gravestone that read, Here Lies A Man Who Was Not Of This Earth. I shivered as I stood up. Maybe that man was a fugitive like Owen and I, maybe he wasn’t supposed to be here. Maybe he had died never seeing his old life again, maybe he died broken and alone. The blondie cleared her throat. “Erm, excuse me, Miss?” “Oh, sorry. I’m Rose O’Donnell. You are…?” “Aurelia Quickbeam… I’m an elf.” “But the sign says Here Be Faeries.” “The sign was made before humans classified elves. They thought we were faeries. But never mind. What are you doing here?” I shuffled through my backpack and pulled out a Missing poster that Mrs. Farrell had given me. “I’m looking for my friend. He was kidnapped, assumedly. Have you seen him?” Aurelia took the poster from my hand and studied it. “Hmmm… have you had any contact with him?” “Yes, actually.” I told her about my phone call with him. “I know where he is. Follow me.” She turned and started off through the graveyard. I pulled my spare flashlight out of my backpack and followed her.
“So where exactly are we going?” I asked. “To the fortress.” “And why are we going to the fortress?” “To find your boyfriend. Obviously.” “He’s not my boyfriend!” I protested. Aurelia politely ignored me. I rolled my eyes. Why were elves so stubborn? “Whoa!” I pitched forward into a stream with absolutely no warning. I was soaked head to toe. Aurelia offered me her hand and helped me up. “Are you okay?” “I think so. Just twisted my ankle.” She nodded. “Good. Because we are close to the fortress. You must be quite.” Now it was my turn to nod. Aurelia snapped her fingers and we appeared outside the gates of a tall fortress, with catapults and crossbows mounting the parapet. Aurelia turned to me and said, “Let me do the talking. They won’t listen to you, since you’re a foreigner.” I didn’t say anything, so Aurelia turned and banged on the gate with her fist. A rumble, grunt, and the sound of chains being rattled told us someone, or something, was opening the gate. The doors swing open, and I suppressed a scream. The owners of the fortress were trolls. A big lumpy great body and tiny squished head made me think this guy probably relied more on brute strength than brains. Aurelia addressed the troll in some other language, and he grunted and scratched his head. Aurelia seemed amazingly patient, considering she was addressing a troll with a brain probably the size of a peanut. She asked him a question, and he opened the door and beckoned us inside. Inside was surprisingly neat for a troll’s den. Beautiful tapestries adorned the walls. Pictures of girls reading to dragons, a girl crossing a burning wasteland, and a hunter in black clothes with a bow lined the hall. I gasped and looked around in wonder while Aurelia and the troll negotiated. After what sounded like a argument, Aurelia turned to me. “They’ll give him back. They completely forgot they even had him. They’re not really that smart.” I did a little happy dance. “They’ll bring him outside to us.” I ran for the door as fast as possible. Aurelia thanked the troll in her weird language and followed me. Outside, I bounced on the balls of my feet impatiently. Hurry, hurry. The gates creaked open again, and Owen stepped out. I ran and tackled him with a flying hug. He wrapped his arms around me and we stood there, happy. I sobbed happily into his shoulder. I could have stayed that way forever, with Owen back with me and the stars glowing around us. I looked up, and some girls were dancing around us, sparkling in the starlight. I had never been happier.
There you go!! Hope you like it!!! Sorry it’s late, Loren!! ~Bella ❤