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This had been a wonderful birthday trip for Lucas. He had so much fun with the people he loved that it was almost sad that the whole thing was coming to an end. But they're headed back home to Dad and Lucas was excited about telling Dad everything that happened, almost as excited as Claus.
The boys stood on either side of their mother, holding her hands while Claus talked about just what he would tell Dad was the best part of the whole trip. From the sound of the conversation, the dragos were the best part no question. Lucas personally liked Grandpa's story about the Magypsies.
The conversation is interrupted by a rushing, breaking sound throughout the forest. Hinawa guided the boys down another path but the sound started getting louder. There was another detour and, as night was descending, the three found their way on a cliff.
They heard a few explosions and the sky above the trees started to glow orange but still the rushing and breaking grew louder until there was a drago unlike any they had ever seen standing before them. It looked half made of metal and more aggressive than any other creature they had known.
When it started to approach, Hinawa hugged the boys closed to her.
“I love you so much, Lucas,” Lucas heard her whisper into his ear.
“I love you, too,” he whispers back, a bit confused, as she whispers into Claus's ear.
And then the next thing he knew, Lucas was falling. There were three screams, one of them farther away than the rest, and a roar rushing up to meet him. One jarring moment later and everything is cold and he can't breathe. He struggles until he finds himself at the surface, coughing and sputtering as he realizes he's being pulled down the river.
“MOM!” he calls, looking for her on the ever-changing surface of the river. “MOM!”
“LUCAS!” he hears another voice, Claus, call.
“CLAUS!” Lucas calls back and the brothers struggle towards each other.
Before long they're washed up on the shore, coughing and trying to get their bearings straight.
“We have to go back for Mom,” Claus says, getting up and trying to help Lucas up.
“But how are we going to find her?” Lucas asks as he pushed against the ground to get on his feet. “We don't know where that cliff was.”
“We still gotta try,” Claus insists. “MOOOM!”
“MOOOM!” Lucas calls as well.
And they continue to call until the orange glow left the sky and they were blanketed in darkness. They felt things were hopeless until they heard someone answer back, “Claus? Lucas?”
The people of Tazmily were in the forest. Tessie ended up finding them.
“You boys are going to catch your death of cold,” she says, holding them. “Let's get you back and out of those wet clothes.”
“Mom,” Claus tries to explain. “Mom's in the forest, too.”
“Mom's...” Lucas adds, a flash of recent memory hitting his eyes.
Mom didn't jump off the cliff with them.
“Mom...” Lucas says again, holding tight to Tessie.
The boys stood on either side of their mother, holding her hands while Claus talked about just what he would tell Dad was the best part of the whole trip. From the sound of the conversation, the dragos were the best part no question. Lucas personally liked Grandpa's story about the Magypsies.
The conversation is interrupted by a rushing, breaking sound throughout the forest. Hinawa guided the boys down another path but the sound started getting louder. There was another detour and, as night was descending, the three found their way on a cliff.
They heard a few explosions and the sky above the trees started to glow orange but still the rushing and breaking grew louder until there was a drago unlike any they had ever seen standing before them. It looked half made of metal and more aggressive than any other creature they had known.
When it started to approach, Hinawa hugged the boys closed to her.
“I love you so much, Lucas,” Lucas heard her whisper into his ear.
“I love you, too,” he whispers back, a bit confused, as she whispers into Claus's ear.
And then the next thing he knew, Lucas was falling. There were three screams, one of them farther away than the rest, and a roar rushing up to meet him. One jarring moment later and everything is cold and he can't breathe. He struggles until he finds himself at the surface, coughing and sputtering as he realizes he's being pulled down the river.
“MOM!” he calls, looking for her on the ever-changing surface of the river. “MOM!”
“LUCAS!” he hears another voice, Claus, call.
“CLAUS!” Lucas calls back and the brothers struggle towards each other.
Before long they're washed up on the shore, coughing and trying to get their bearings straight.
“We have to go back for Mom,” Claus says, getting up and trying to help Lucas up.
“But how are we going to find her?” Lucas asks as he pushed against the ground to get on his feet. “We don't know where that cliff was.”
“We still gotta try,” Claus insists. “MOOOM!”
“MOOOM!” Lucas calls as well.
And they continue to call until the orange glow left the sky and they were blanketed in darkness. They felt things were hopeless until they heard someone answer back, “Claus? Lucas?”
The people of Tazmily were in the forest. Tessie ended up finding them.
“You boys are going to catch your death of cold,” she says, holding them. “Let's get you back and out of those wet clothes.”
“Mom,” Claus tries to explain. “Mom's in the forest, too.”
“Mom's...” Lucas adds, a flash of recent memory hitting his eyes.
Mom didn't jump off the cliff with them.
“Mom...” Lucas says again, holding tight to Tessie.