A few of the Light Elves exchange an amused look at my obvious ignorance which makes me blush. I’m not used to feeling this idiotic but when it comes to this world, I’m not exactly well-informed. I hate feeling like this so I think about his question for a moment before giving him my answer, “I suppose it would be beneficial to us, but would it be in the other kingdoms’ best interest to get involved in our battles? Wouldn’t it just end up causing them harm? Is that really fair?”
“Very good point, my dear.” Alberico seems impressed with my answer. “Can we really ask others to put themselves in that position?”
I eat the rest of my breakfast in silence, listening to the council give updates to Alberico about things I obviously know nothing about before making my excuses to leave.
I’ll be back later on in the day but first I need to go home and check in with my mom.
I transport into my bedroom like I always do but something is off. Everything is exactly where I left it but it’s not quite right. It’s as though someone has been rummaging through my room, careful not to really disturb anything but I still pick up on the vague signs of disturbance.
And that’s when I notice the yellow tape across my open bedroom door.
What is going on?
I hear strange voices coming from the living room. Hesitantly, I make my way downstairs. My mom and Paul are seated on the couch talking to two police officers, a balding man with a potbelly, and an attractive young female with dark brown hair pulled back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Worry is etched in every line of their faces and their hands clutched together for support.
I’m guessing my Mom tried calling me at Hannah’s. Crap.
“What was she wearing the last time you saw her?”
“Um,” Mom looks to Paul for support, tears pooling in her eyes. “Pajamas I guess. I saw her Friday night before I went to bed.”
“So she’s been missing since Friday?”
“No, I mean. I don’t think so. I didn’t see her when I woke up Saturday but she was supposed to be helping out at cheerleading tryouts so I didn’t think anything of it since she had to be there at 6am. Then I got a text from her later in the day saying she was going to spend the night at her friend Hannah’s.”
“Has she been having any problems at school?” The bald officer asks, as the pretty female cop continues to write down everything my mom is saying.
“No, of course not. She’s never even been sent to detention, but, well—”
“Well what?”
“She did skip school last week,” Mom answers reluctantly.
“Has she ever done that before?”
“No, not that I’m aware of.”
“Is she romantically involved with someone?”
“Yes, a boy named Jacoby Dahl.”
“Mom?” The sound of my voice catches them off guard and after an initial moment of shock she rushes towards me. “What’s going on?”
“Oh. Mia! We were so worried! Where have you been? I thought that something had happened to you. With the news and everything. Oh thank God you are okay.” She sobs, alternating between squeezing me tightly and holding me at an arm’s length as if to make sure I am really here.
“Ma’am, I assume this is your daughter?” the female officer asks.
“Yes,” she answers the cop before turning to me. “Where did you come
“Very good point, my dear.” Alberico seems impressed with my answer. “Can we really ask others to put themselves in that position?”
I eat the rest of my breakfast in silence, listening to the council give updates to Alberico about things I obviously know nothing about before making my excuses to leave.
I’ll be back later on in the day but first I need to go home and check in with my mom.
I transport into my bedroom like I always do but something is off. Everything is exactly where I left it but it’s not quite right. It’s as though someone has been rummaging through my room, careful not to really disturb anything but I still pick up on the vague signs of disturbance.
And that’s when I notice the yellow tape across my open bedroom door.
What is going on?
I hear strange voices coming from the living room. Hesitantly, I make my way downstairs. My mom and Paul are seated on the couch talking to two police officers, a balding man with a potbelly, and an attractive young female with dark brown hair pulled back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Worry is etched in every line of their faces and their hands clutched together for support.
I’m guessing my Mom tried calling me at Hannah’s. Crap.
“What was she wearing the last time you saw her?”
“Um,” Mom looks to Paul for support, tears pooling in her eyes. “Pajamas I guess. I saw her Friday night before I went to bed.”
“So she’s been missing since Friday?”
“No, I mean. I don’t think so. I didn’t see her when I woke up Saturday but she was supposed to be helping out at cheerleading tryouts so I didn’t think anything of it since she had to be there at 6am. Then I got a text from her later in the day saying she was going to spend the night at her friend Hannah’s.”
“Has she been having any problems at school?” The bald officer asks, as the pretty female cop continues to write down everything my mom is saying.
“No, of course not. She’s never even been sent to detention, but, well—”
“Well what?”
“She did skip school last week,” Mom answers reluctantly.
“Has she ever done that before?”
“No, not that I’m aware of.”
“Is she romantically involved with someone?”
“Yes, a boy named Jacoby Dahl.”
“Mom?” The sound of my voice catches them off guard and after an initial moment of shock she rushes towards me. “What’s going on?”
“Oh. Mia! We were so worried! Where have you been? I thought that something had happened to you. With the news and everything. Oh thank God you are okay.” She sobs, alternating between squeezing me tightly and holding me at an arm’s length as if to make sure I am really here.
“Ma’am, I assume this is your daughter?” the female officer asks.
“Yes,” she answers the cop before turning to me. “Where did you come
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