Just a heads up, Mr. Forkle never had a twin brother in this story.
"NOOO!"
Sophie awoke with a start. Her hair was damp with sweat and her eyes, wet with tears.
Before she knew it, she was ripping the covers from her body and rushing to the hiding spot of a certain spy gadget.
"Show me Connor, Kate, and Natalie Freeman..."
The spy ball powered to life, and a picture of her human family could soon be seen. They were all fast asleep, on the couch, the light of a TV flickering shined on their faces. They were safe.
Sophie hugged the spy ball to her chest as the happenings of her nightmare replayed in her mind:
"Sophie!" Amy.
"This is all YOUR fault!" Her sister sat, tears in her eyes.
Her human parents lay in the floor, their critical state is to hard to handle, that's when the black cloaked figure returns.
"You can run Moonlark, but you can't hide! He's not here to protect you now!"
What scared Sophie the most was that Amy had been right, it was her fault, all of it was. She needed to clear her head, she needed to talk to Mr. Forkle. But she couldn't... he was gone. So she'd do the next best thing, she'd go visit his wanderling.
She set her spy ball down, and snuck down stairs. She knew that Grady would likely ground her until was an ancient but... this was important to her.
So, down the stairs she crept, not bothering to grab her cape, and made her way to the leap master.
"Wanderling Woods!" She whisper-yelled.
She soon found herself in the sad and mournful place she had intended to reach.
The Wanderlings really were quite beautiful, however she couldn't get over the fact that this was basically the Elves equivalent to a graveyard. This was where the very few unfortunate Elves would be remembered.
As she made her way to Mr.Forkle's Wanderling, she rubbed the sore area just below her rib cage, trying to untangle the roar of emotions that she was feeling.
Many of the other Elves had no idea of the place she found for his seedling, just behind the rest of the others, there was a cluster of trees, and when you push aside the branches, you'll find a well hidden stream. That is where Mr. Forkle's seedling had been planted only a year before.
As Sophie pushes the fence of branches away her mind wandered to Amy. She knew that her human family was safe, but that didn't change the fact that she worries about them.
Sophie was so deep in thought that she didn't even realize the cloaked figure only inches away, that is until she felt the soft fabric under her nose. The smell of sweet sedatives send her into an uncontrollable sleep.