Okay, so, I wasn’t expecting to have a long-lost elf sister. Nobody really does. It just… Happens, I guess? Don’t get me wrong, it’s awesome. My sister is the savior of an elven world.
It’s also a little weird. But mostly awesome. I decided to keep my memories after they found my
parents, but I asked one request.
To keep my real name. Well, kind of. I wanted too, but they said I couldn’t. So I decided on May, an alternate spelling of Amy. Natalie was just weird. I remember back before Sophie was an elf-Well, she always was an elf. But not officially. – There was this one girl in school with the name Natalie. She always stole my glitter pens, and told me she’d give them back, but never did. I don’t want to have the same name as a pen-stealing jerk.
It’s always good to have a powerful person on your side. Always there when you need someone’s memories to be erased. Or given.
Me and Sophie meet at least 2 times a month. Yeah, you might be wondering how, because wouldn’t my parents be suspicious of their daughter disappearing 3 times a month? Well, because I asked Mr. Forkle to give my parents memories of sending me away to Grandpa’s house (AKA a Black Swan hideout) 2 times a month.
I have a sleepover, me and Sophie chat, and “Grandpa”, AKA alternate Mr. Forkle appearance, brings me home.
And he sometimes erases their memories of me sneaking out at night and being grounded.
He’s cool like that.
The moral is: Your creepy neighbor could be your sister’s creator, and an elf. So don’t take them for granted.
Oh, don’t worry, there’s more to the story!
This is going to be about my life after Nightfall. Trust me, it’s a little weird. But as a teal-eyed boy once said,
We could all use a little more weird in our lives.
“See you later Sophie.” I said, giving Sophie a small wave. Holding back tears is getting harder and harder.
I watched my sister glitter away. Never thought I’d say that…
I let Watson and Marty inside, where they went about their business as usual. As if they hadn’t gone to a secret elven land and met all sorts of mythical creatures. But no one would know, because Dogs, can’t speak. Bummer, right?
I walked inside to my parents waking up. They stretched and yawned. I’ve never been so happy to watch them wake up.
Of course, nothing would ever be the same. Elves exist, my parents were kidnapped, and worst of all, I have a sister who is an elf, and I can’t even see her as often as I like. It’s a little weird. Very different.
But I already got used to it.
“Hey sweetie. How was school? Meet any new friends?” Dad asked, getting up from the couch.
“You have no idea...” I said, giving them a hug. My parents were completely confused and shocked.
“Awe honey was it really that bad?” Her Mom asked. She yawned again.
It’s kind of weird knowing something your parents don’t. I laughed a little at the pleasure of it.
“Gwenie what is that on your shirt?” My Dad asked.
My family pin. I forgot to take it off my shirt, but I kind of wanted it on my shirt…
“Oh, it’s a craft… Hey Mom, in all seriousness, when was the last time my friend… Abbigail came over?” I said, trying to remember the script.
STICK TO THE SCRIPT AMY!
“Oh May Gwen, I’m so sorry. Ever since we moved, I don’t think we can have any friends over. I’ve been so exhausted lately unpacking bags.” Mom said, wiping her forehead.
So, I guess we moved…Time to dig out the story.
“So how do the new owners like the house?” I asked, twirling my hair. I laughed; just in case we know the new owners.
“Oh, they like it just fine. But just in case, when you drive by it on the way to school, tell me what you see.” She winked. “What do you want for supper- Oh wake up George!” She added, shoving her Dad, who was now apparently George.
“What? Oh, right! I gotta go to the hardware store to get some lumber. That treehouse isn’t going build itself!” He said, standing up, then wincing.
Her Mom stood up from where she was sitting. “Hon are you- Oh oww..” She said, rubbing her lower back.
Let me rephrase that.
“You good?” I asked, sitting down. They were both writhing in pain.
I AM NOW AT MAXIMUM FREAKOUT MODE.
“It feels like I haven’t moved in weeks!” Dad said, clenching his jaw. Mom gave a half-hearted smile.
“I’ll just go get some Advil.” She said, walking into the kitchen. She took a pill and choked on the water she used to take it with.
After that, we ordered pizza, just because I was ready for real human food. It tasted so good. I ate 4 slices. Ever since Sophie left, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
I can’t imagine giving birth to a child, loving it like your own, but then loosing them, and not even knowing. And when Sophie told me that they wanted to kill her off, I can’t imagine how much weirder it’d be to see her again.
And how much harder it’d be.
“Me and your father are going out for a run, if you need anything, we’ve got our phones on us.” Mom said, scooting away her chair.
“NO!” I yelled quickly, jumping up from my chair.
Okay, so I know what your thinking. (I’m not a telepath lol) I’m too suspicious. And paranoid. But if they went out, and the neverseen saw them and captured them again, it would be another ordeal.
“May Gwen! What has gotten into you? Are you okay? Did something happen at school?” Mom said.
Oh Mother, the things you do not know.
“I just, um,” I started. I was usually good at excuses. But this was not going very well for me.
Then I remembered the trackers in their clothes. The Black Swan had put them in to make sure if anything went wrong, they could track them down easier. I also had an imparter.
But why would the Black Swan give them the memory of them going on a run, if they knew they were putting them at risk?
My Mom didn’t always used to be “Healthy”. She used to eat when she got bored and she almost always ate takeout for lunch.
“We’re waiting on an answer!” My Dad said, tapping his fingers on the table.
“We have to bring Marty to the vet!” I said, mentally facepalming. I glanced at the calendar, and it had an appointment for Marty, thank goodness.
“No, that’s next week.” My Mom said, putting in earbuds. I don’t know how the black swan are so through with this. I bet they put a bunch of songs on there, random ones, and put a tiny memory behind it.
I sighed. “Oh okay. Have fun on your run!” I said, laughing at the rhyme. Play it cool Amy.
My Mom and Dad smiled, waved, and walked out the door.
I got a pretty good idea as to what the upstairs may look like, but just to make sure, I went upstairs to map out where the bathroom was.
It was three doors away from my room. Which had...
Painted Alicorn posters. Crystal lamps, and best of all,
A painted picture of everyone, by the Panakes tree. But they were all wearing human clothes, and they were in a park. It was like Sophie’s version, but more human-y.
I smiled as I looked at how Keefe painted himself next to Sophie, and Fitz next to her as well. I looked at Biana’s sparkly clothes and remembered our little shopping trip. I looked at Dex’s cute smile and thought of how he made an elixir to give my hair highlights. I looked at a jar on my nightstand, which was filled with Panakes blossoms.
I smiled and laid down on my bed, looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling.
Who would’ve thought that I’d be related to an elf?
Scratch that, who would’ve thought life could be this insane?
(These next chapters take place right after Sophie found out she was Unmatchable)
My stomach did flips as “Grandpa” picked me up. I can’t believe I was going to see Livvy, Mr. Forkle, Dex and Biana again.
Could I get away with it?
If I didn’t, what would happen? Would I go to Exile?
It had been 3 months since they dropped me off. They decided to let me get settled before I visited everyone. And so far, things were going great, and my parents were feeling better after I got them a bottle of youth. Edaline conjured some to me to slip into their water.
Dad had finished that Treehouse he was building as a birthday present. I asked Sophie to give my Dad the memory of telling me that he was going to build me a treehouse for my birthday. It worked out splendidly.
I also met my friend, Abbigail. Apparently, we had met in third grade, and we had moved here to be closer to them since our families were good friends... They have a little brother, and he is SO cute.
Speaking of little brothers! Mom and Dad are going to adopt!
Cue the squeals! They are adopting a little girl from New York, and she is flying in in three weeks.
“Grandpa” drove up the driveway in a 1990’s style truck. Honestly, how does the black swan do it?
“Hey Gwenie!” ‘Grandpa’ said.
“Hey Dad!” Mom and Dad said. I laughed. Mr. Forkle is a 300-year-old Man, and my parents think he’s ‘Dad’.
I coughed back a laugh.
“Have fun at Grandpa’s, May!” Dad said, kissing my forehead. Mom did the same.
I hopped into the truck and slammed the door. We quickly drove off to the hideout.
We sat in silence for a momment, until I finally spoke up.
“Are you sure their safe?” I asked Mr. Forkle.
“We make sure. They have the best security system in the human world. Not that it’s the best.” Grandpa said, merging unto the highway. The sun was just about rising unto the highway.
North Carolina was great, although I’ll always miss Wisconsin and California.
“Thanks for doing this Mr. Forkle. I know how much you hate driving.” I said, smiling at him and all his Ruckleberry greatness.
“My pleasure. It’s the least I could do after what happened with your parents. We should’ve kept a better eye on them, and you.” He said, not looking away from the road.
“Seriously, it’s okay. No one can stop it when it happens. You just have to hope to stay safe, and not die.” I smiled, and Mr. Forkle wiped away a tear.
The sun was just rising, and we got on the backroad that lead to the hideout.
My eye caught something in distance. At first I though they were cows, but it was three figures in a cloaks.
“Mr. Forkle, look.” I said, pointing to the figures. His eyes turned wide with fear as he sped up.
He pressed a button on the center console. "Neverseen spotted at 221 Baker Street North Carolina." He said loudly.
“Speed up.” I said, and Mr. Forkle pressed the gas harder. A thud came from the back of the vehicle, but I couldn’t see anything but a shadow, but Mr. Forkle saw other.
"Obscurers. Amy, get down, now."
I got down, and the last thing I saw were shadows, lurking in the bed of the truck. Thankfully, we were alone.
“Amy, I need you to trust me.” Mr. Forkle said, breathing heavy.
“Of course.” I said, and he handed me a cloak that seemed to be 5 inches thick and made of pillows. I put it on, and the last thing I remember was Mr. Forkle saying,
“He’s gone.” A doctor said, pulling a white blanket over the man’s face.
“Where am I?” I asked, sitting up. Bad idea, for sure. My arms where covered in IVs, and there was a cast around my wrist.
“She’s awake, Doctor.” Said a nurse. Another Man came in and rolled away the body.
Could the body be Mr. Forkle? Is Mr. Forkle dead?
I started crying uncontrollably. Tears streamed down my bruised cheeks and soaked my scratchy bedding. But I really didn't feel like crying. I just need sleep.
“Honey, it’s going to be okay.” A nurse said, rubbing my back. But she wasn’t any nurse.
“Livvy?” I asked hopefully, looking at her face. The gems in her hair sparkled.
“That’s Aunt Livvy to you!” She laughed with a wink. She tossed her braids.
I played along. “Sorry. Is... Grandpa… Dead?” I asked, every ounce of me hoping he wasn’t.
“No. It was Trix.” She whispered. Relief flooded through my body. We hadn’t lost anyone but Trix.
And that was a win.
However, I still couldn’t see Mr. Forkle. And he could be in more danger than any of us. His ruckleberry disguise could ware off, and the doctors are going to freak out. Panic mode was back in full force.
Just then, Mom and Dad ran into the room.
“Oh my god May Gwen!” Mom said, squeezing me in a hug.
“Ouch.” I said after she touched one of my bruises. Livvy stood by and watched.
“How is she?” Dad asked Livvy, assuming she was a doctor. I can’t believe things are running so smoothly.
“She’s going to be just fine. Just a little break on her wrist, thank goodness.” Livvy smiled. I glanced back down at my silvery blue cast.
“I think I just need some sleep, that’s all.” I said, adding a yawn. I really was tired.
“I brought you your Bun-Bun.” Mom smiled as she pulled the stuffed animal out of her purse. His floppy ears drooped, and his eyes looked sad.
“Awee thanks Mom. You know I can’t sleep without her.”
“Okay honey, we’ll let you sleep while we get all the details.” She said, patting my head. She blew me a kiss. Dad gave me a hug, and whispered in my ear,
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Even if I’m not an elf with super cool powers and movie star parents, I still have the best family.
Sooo good PLS post more I made a fan fic -it's private but no can't stop making references to it pop-up where any died and it's so sad but the cover up is that she was in an (heavy air quotes ) "car crash" so 💜💜
I woke up to a soft hand glazing my forehead. I panicked and slapped whoever did that.
“Yeah, I guess I deserve that.” The voice said.
“Yeah, maybe tipping the truck wasn’t the best idea. But on the bright side, Trix is... Well… Deceased. I heard it happen.” I said, remembering the beeeeeeeeeep. “Why are you not in a cot?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
It was dark outside, and the sterile room had an eerie glow from the full moon.
He sat down on my bed. “I realize that now, but I had no other options at that point. And I guess we could count that as a victory. I am still confused as to why Ruy didn’t cover Trix with a force field. And, I am not in a cot because I jumped out of the truck at the last minute. No major injuries but a scratch.” He held up his bandaged arm. “So they let me out. Your mother is still mad at me though.” Mr. Forkle said.
I remembered what Sophie said about how Alden wanted to erase Sophie from the human world. “Are you sure Trix really died? Like, you know how Alden wanted to kill off Sophie when they first found her? Can the Neverseen also do that?”
“I… I’m not sure. I’ll investigate it. For now, relax. We’ve got this handled. You can trust me.” Mr. Forkle said, standing up.
I snuggled Bun-Bun closer to me.
“Goodnight Amy.” Mr. Forkle said, leaving the room.
I had a dream.
Sophie was trapped in a fire, flames surrounding her. Ruy had put a forcefield around her so she couldn’t escape.
Keefe was there, watching as the flames got closer. His head was lowered, and tears fell down his cheeks.
Sophie was screaming for help, clawing at the force-field. The flames consumed her completely.
I screamed, running for the forcefield. But Neverseen members surrounded me, blocking me from getting to Sophie. Their cloaks, were, red. Their symbol, the eye, were purple.
They seemed to just wisp away, like light leaping, but, with a shadow. I don’t think that’s possible, but anything is possible with the Neverseen.
When I finally got to Sophie, but she was… Just… gone…
“How’d you sleep?” Her Dad asked. She had just walked downstairs and saw her Dad sipping coffee. It was day one of recovery. I kind of felt like Sophie now. Except, Sophie does this about every… 3 Weeks? But probably more often.
I woke up early, because I had the same nightmare, I did the first night in the hospital. I woke up in a cold sweat. It happened again, but instead of purple eyes and red cloaks, it was blue eyes and orange cloaks.
Terrible combination of fashion really, but it really confused me. I’ve been having the same dream, but why?
“Pretty good. Just another bad dream.” I said, sitting down at the table. Dad took another slurp of his coffee.
“If you do need a distraction, swimming tryouts are in 4 weeks.” He smiled. “Would you like some toast?”
“No thanks- On the swimming. But yes, on the toast.” I smiled back. I remember when Sophie was still technically a human, Dad used to cut shapes out of our toast. One time it was a dinosaur.
I remembered Verdi from Havenfield. That was probably the best day of my life.
Dad put two slices of toast in the toaster and sat back down. “Why don’t you tell me what your dreams are about? Maybe I can help.”
“Well, you really wouldn’t understand.” I explained. It was getting surprisingly easy to lie. But still hard. It’s like having to keep something on your chest forever and carrying it to your grave. Never to be known by only yourself, and a whole other race of intelligent species.
“Try me.” He said, leaning forward. His green eyes sparkled.
“Well…” I said, trying to find a way to rephrase it. “I keep having this dream that you and Mom are trapped in a burning building, with no way out. And when I tried to get to you, these people in colored cloaks come and make sure I don’t. Then they light-leaaaaa- I mean disappear, and you and Mom are gone, except for one cloaked person. But the weird thing is, each time they come, their cloaks are a different color.” I sighed.
The toast popped and I jumped, as well as Dad.
Dad’s eyes went wide, but quickly shook his head.
Things have been going well, no flashbacks, but every now and then that happened. I chose to ignore it, since Sophie said if he doesn’t randomly start screaming.
That would be scary. And then Mom would start screaming.
And then we’d have to move again. I don’t think I could handle that. I came to realize that moving is hard. I’ve done it three times. Once, I didn’t even know it. And that makes it extra hard.
Dad gave me a piece of toast with butter and strawberry jam. Shaped like strawberries. I smiled.
“Thanks.” I said, taking a bite.
“Honey, are you… Doing well in school?” Dad asked, picking his newspaper back up.
“Um, you’ve seen my report cards, right? All B+, and A-.”
“No, I don’t mean your report cards. I mean, friend wise. Social wise.”
I paused. “Oh. Well, yeah. Of course. I have Abbigail.” I said. I really like her, and we walk home from school every day. But other than that, it’s been hard to focus on making friends.