Hi everyone, just a quick note. This story is one I had on my old account, and since I recently figured out how to log back on, I plan to transfer it over here.

I'm not currently working on it, but I'm hoping if I post what I already have slowly, by the time my old chapters are up, I'll have more written. No promises.

I hope anyone who discovers it here enjoys the story. Feedback is always welcome, whether it's about something you like or otherwise!

Something was wrong. Angelia Langeis hadn't felt it so surely since returning home four years before. It was a bigger feeling than the time she'd been out hunting and felt a prick of unease. That was the day she'd come home to find the cabin ablaze. Today she had woken feeling the same unease, but it was far more than a little prick. The feeling hadn't gone away all morning, though she'd done her best to go about her chores as normal.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that when the small tap came at the window, she jumped up into a well-practiced stance of defense, only to find there was an abnormally small, plain sparrow tapping his beak against the pane.

Letting out a held breath, Angelia crossed the room to the window and slid open the window. The bird fluttered in as he had done almost daily since joining her long ago. It was only in the past week that her winged companion had mysteriously disappeared. She momentarily forgot her anxiety as she greeted the sparrow, busying herself with setting out a mixture of seeds on his usual perch. The bird nattered happily to her and fluffed its feathers, settling in comfortably.

It wasn't until the flurry of movement drew her eyes towards his shifting feet that she noticed the roll of paper curling around his leg.

Gently she unraveled the tiny scroll and unrolled it.

Trouble in A

Meet T in N

Tell No One

There was no doubt who the message had come from.

Angelia had to sit for a moment, thinking back to a time when this message never would have been necessary. She tried not to dwell on the past, knowing she couldn't change the events that had swept her up in a fantastical whirlwind that had always been an unwelcome presence in the back of her mind, events that had started on her seventeenth birthday, and ended, she had thought, with her eighteenth.

No doubt it was her self-appointed guardian summoning her, though why he would call on her now, when she was finally settling back into a normal life she couldn't guess. One thing she knew, she didn't owe him anything and if she was to comply with the directions mandated in the note, it would only be to put the aggravating man in his place so she could move on.

Later that afternoon, Angelia, trailed at a distance by the little bird, hiked to the nearest town. She took a small table at the rundown diner and ordered a small meal before excusing herself to use the phone. She let out a breath as someone answered on the other end.

"Yes," she said, keeping her voice light, "I'd like to purchase a ticket to New York. The soonest flight you have."