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Oh no. No no no no no…Where were they?!
Clémmie couldn't help it. They couldn't help that they were freaking out. They couldn't find Cole! They had said to meet them at the meadow at sunfall to go over song ideas. Yet Cole wasn't there!
That wasn't like Cole at all! And if this happened with Kingsley, then Clemmie wouldn't be all too worried.
But this was Cole, and they weren't often late. It didn't help that when they were a kid they had given their name to a fae, and now always had to wear iron to protect themselves. What if they forgot to put it on?!
Think Clémmie. Where would Cole go? They could ask Perrine. No….They had to be at a meeting because of a death in the royal family. And Kingsley was charming (scamming) people to give them food at the town square.
So back to them! That was fine. Why wouldn't it? Hah. HAH. Ok.
They weren't at the cabin. They aren't at the meadow. They hated going into the forest by themselves. Maybe they could be at the town square with Kingsley? No, Cole would never back out on an excursion with someone without telling them. Maybe they broke their guitalele and went to the shop? Who are they kidding?! Cole would fix it themselves.
…No. No. They wouldn't have. But they did, didn't they? Why would they go there?!
In the doorway of the cabin the Lark lived in, Clémentine was trembling. For they knew where Cole had to be. For they had spoken of a fae circle they would visit when they were younger, when they hadn't learned their lesson from before. Of a fae who went by the alias the Storyteller.
And the spot. Was located just by the meadow. Every child, peasant to royal, knew that gaining the attention of fae always led to bad.
Now, Cole wasn't as educated as Clémentine was about fae. Where Cole went into the actual woods to clench their curiosity of fae, Clémintine fed theirs with stories of them.
And they never thought to tell Cole that the Storyteller was a fae part of the Harkers. Why would they?! They didn't…They didn't know this would happen!
And Clémentine knew, even as they ran to the spot where Cole had told them multiple times of the Storyteller’s circle, that they would be too late.
They wouldn't save them in time. They would lose another to the wretched fae.