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TRACERS
Chapter 3: I Catch A Human In My Trap
She'd been running for miles. Trudging through the underbrush slowly just wasn't enough for her life apparently, and the fae just had to see her back at the market. She had lost them a few miles back, when she jumped off the overhanging cliff. But Sadie just wanted to be a hundred and ten percent positive that they were really gone. She sighed loudly as her stomach grumbled. She was starved. She hadn't eaten in days. When was the last time? She couldn't even remember! Surely that had to be a bad sign!
Poking the stick into the fresh soil Sadie began to create her trademark trap. If any animal came within 10 feet, they would be snatched up by the wooden artificial Venus-fly tap made purely by plants. It was cage-like, it's base was of bent sticks (sturdy of course) and Briarvine (the strongest kind out there) was wrapped around it in a weaving pattern. The whole thing came together looking sort of like a nest of some large forest bird- perhaps a Merry Vale Falcon or a Briar Eagle- so it blended in nicely with the thick vines and heavily leafed trees. As did her new hide out.
Hours after the cliff incident, Sadie had come across a ravine that cut across the forest- it had the one thing she'd been looking for- fresh water. That's why she had gone to the market. She'd been dressed very nicely and had a very good excuse- her "wings" (Snowhill Burrs of course) had been damaged in a racing accident, and the fae doctor has told her to not use them for a while. If only that fae boy hadn't flown by with his stolen cotton candy, ripping her "wings" off in the process...snapping out of her thoughts Sadie finished the trap and climbed into her hideout- it was temporary obviously, only for a day's use, but it was one that would be hard to leave. The ravine had led to a lagoon with a rushing waterfall that hid the obscure cave from view. She spread her sleeping bag- made of the softest furs she could find- onto the rock-hard ground and put her head onto the pillow, the raccoon pillow, which was surprisingly soft, and drifted to sleep.
She awoke to the sound of yelping and screaming. Stuffing her sleeping bag and billow into her backpack she looked around fearfully. Who was that? The cries were coming from outside- past her waterfall boundary. Could it have be her trap? But no- animals didn't scream or yelp. Fae did. Or- could it be? No, not after all these years, human? She pulled her backpack over her shoulder and grasped her bow and arrow in her hand. Slowly but surely she poked her head out of the waterfall and surveyed the scene. Her trap had been set off- by who knows what- but she had caught something- no, someone. Someone that was currently screaming bloody murder. She mustered her confidence. It couldn't be fae- or they would have shot though the trap. So it must be human.
"Would ya' calm it down up there?" She called up her prisoner.
The yelps quieted. "H-Hello?" It was a girl, she sounded young- not too young- around Sadie's age, around thirteen.
"Yeah. You human, or you fae?" Sadie asked, already knowing the answer.
"Human. You?" "I'm human. Not fae. You gotta name?" Sadie asked.
"Kate, Kate Mistycoast."
"Well Kate Mistycoast, what'cha doing wandering around out here?" Sadie smirked.
"Hiding, what do you think?" Kate asked sarcastically.
"Tut, tut, tut. That sarcastic attitude ain't gonna get you know where but stuck in that cage Miss. Kate Mistycoat." Kate was quiet for a moment.
"Please what-ever-your-name-is, please let me out!"
"Can I trust you?" Sadie asked warily.
"Yes. You can, can I trust you?" Kate's voice sounded from the cage.
Sadie was confused. "Trust me about what?"
"Letting me down." Kate said as if it were obvious.
"Sure. Give me one minute-Ahah! There" Sadie unhooked the vines from the tree and the cage tumbled down.
"OW!" Kate shrieked as she landed. Sadie cut the vines with a rock and unweaved them from the branches. After 10 minutes or so, a blond-haired, blue-eyed girl tumbled out of the now-broken cage.