Chapter 3

JAMIE'S POINT OF VIEW

Wow, I can't believe I've seen someone like Bunny!

I can't believe it!

Bunny told us how he was the last of his kind, and I could tell he was pained to say that. But this… this is something different! He isn't the last of his kind after all! Too bad I can't tell him, or anyone. I wonder why she doesn't want anyone to know her. Does she even know about Bunny? Is she even a Pooka or just some other race of different rabbit? The news is just too exciting for my young child mind to bear.

We always loved her stories. Kids nowadays are always on gadgets and all that. I barely see any kids playing in the street anymore just because they're cooped up inside playing those gadgets and other whatnot. I actually learn some stories that I've never heard of before. Sophie and I read them before going to bed.

Sophie seems to really love Addie. She was jumping up and down once we exited the back porch of our house. "When can we see Yellow Bunny again?" she asked excitedly while groping on the wooden Easter basket she had in hand. We exited from the annual Easter egg hunt we were in earlier since Sophie said she wanted to get something from our home. And that's how we met her.

Sophie stuffed her book into her little green backpack that she never went without.

We entered the old park that held the egg hunt. There were a few children left but I could see numerous eggs hidden in the bushes.

"I don't know, Soph. Maybe she'll bring new books for us next time!" I said excitedly

"Yay!" Sophie cheered, the eggs in her basket nearly falling

"Careful there, lil' ankle bitter. Those beauties might drop!" A very familiar Australian voice said behind us

We turned around and saw Bunny, smiling. "Bunny!" Sophie ran to him and hugged the large rabbit. Bunny laughed and hugged his favorite little girl.

"How are ya, Jamie?" Bunny tousled my hair, I immediately remembered that Addie did that to me and the urge of telling him was getting stronger.

"I'm… fine!" I managed to bring out a smile. "Are you done hiding all the eggs?"

"Yup. And now, I have some extra's for you 2." Bunny smiled

"Yay!" Sophie yelled her, what, like, 15th 'Yay' of the hour.

Just then, a snowball hurdled through the air and hit Bunny directly in the face. Bunny scowled, turned around and saw Jack leaning on his staff, grinning.

"Hah, you should take a look at your face!" Jack laughed

"JACK!" I grinned and ran to him, hugging his torso. Jack laughed and hug me back.

"It's been a long time, kiddo." Jack tousled my hair. My hair has been tousled for, like, 3 times today. Geez, what's with people and my hair today?

"So, goin' back to the topic, how 'bout a special egg hunt? For all of us?" Bunny asked

"Yay!" And you already know who said that.

Jack helped me and Sophie to help us find eggs that Bunny hid. Until then, I can't help it. I had to at least ASK him if he's sure that he's the last of his kind. Sophie and I didn't want him to be sad; he did a lot for us. But I promised. And I, Jamie Bennett, do NOT break promises.

So I left Jack to help Sophie and I walked over to Bunny, who was sitting on the ground, watching us. I sat next to him.

"Why leave out the egg hunt, mate? Ya bored?" Bunny asked, eyeing me

"No, no, I LOVE this egg hunt!" I chuckled. "It's just that… what happened to your kind?"

Bunny stilled. I immediately regretted asking him the question. "What do you mean?" Bunny looks a me

"I mean… Are there other Pooka's out there?" I ask warily

Bunny sighs and stares at his lap. Yep, I regret it.

"I'm sorry; you don't have to answer if you don't want to." I immediately say

"No, no, it's alright." Bunny breaths in a collective breath. "I remember, back in 1425, I woke up to smoke. Smoke everywhere. Fearlings attacked the village in which I lived in. My mother had saved me, but she can't save herself. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground. Our village had been burned down, everyone that I know and love had been gone. I'm… the only one who survived."

"Are you… sure?" I ask, trying to give him a hint

"What do ya mean, 'am I sure'?" Bunny raised an eyebrow at me

"I mean that…" I trail off. I dunno how I'm gonna ask him this. I'm just a kid! Not some quiz show or something.

"That… Are you sure you're the only one who survived? Are you sure you're the only Pooka out there because… you don't know, someone might be out there." I try to hint the clueless Pooka in front of me

"Well, I looked everywhere. If there WAS another Pooka out there, I would've seen him or her." Bunny

I sighed. How clueless he is.

"Oh Bunny…" I mumble, barely a whisper. "If you only knew…"

"What?" Bunny's head pans towards me, raising a furry eyebrow

My brain quickly jumps up. "I-I mean that-"

Just then, Sophie runs to us. Thank goodness. I almost got caught.

Sophie goes to Bunny and holds up a colored egg with a beautiful little butterfly on it. She holds the thing up for Bunny to inspect. "Why, I see ya found one of the eggs that I painted." Bunny said. "Congratulations, lil' ankle biter."

"Thank you, Bunny!" Sophie jumps up and down in excitement. Just then, a book fell from her green backpack and the thing fell to the floor. I recognize the book was the one Addie gave to her. My eyes widen.

Bunny notices the book on the ground. He points at it. "I think you dropped somethin', Sheila." Bunny motions to the book. Sophie notices the book too. She picks it up, picks away the dirt that stuck to the cover, and hugs it tenderly.

"Say, that is a pretty good book." Bunny says, looking at the cover. "'The rabbit and the tortoise'. Where'd ya get it, Soph?"

Sophie looks at him, eyes wide with wonder. She turned to Bunny. "Yellow Bunny!"

Oh no.

The words that spilled out of Sophie's mouth horrified me. Why? Because Bunny will surely ask me if Sophie told him about Addie, and it meant about breaking a promise. And she might get mad at me, oh Sophie. Please… just…

"What?" Bunny looks at her, confused.

"Yellow Bunny!" Sophie once again, jumps up and down. Right now, I'm sweating buckets.

Bunny looks around him. "I don't see any bunny around us, lil' ankle biter."

"No, no, Yellow Bunny!" Sophie insisted. I was starting to sweat.

Jack suddenly floats over to us. "Whoa, what's wrong? Having a sugar rush?" Jack notices Sophie, who was bouncing up and down. "Must've been from the Easter Eggs, too much chocolate…"

"The little Sheila must've spotted a small yellow bunny around here…" Bunny looks around. "But I can't find it."

"No, no. Not small. BIG! Big like you!" Sophie insisted. Uh oh.

Bunny looks at her, astonished. "What are ya talkin' 'bout, mate?"

"What big bunny are you talking about?" Jack, who was getting interested, crouches down to Sophie's level

"A BIG bunny! Just like Bunny!" Sophie said

"Is it a boy bunny?" Bunny asked, getting curious

"No, no! Girl! Big Yellow Bunny is a girl!" Sophie said. "Big Yellow Bunny is very soft and cuddly and very, very pretty." Sophie twirls around and hugs herself, like she's recalling the moment when she and Addie hugged.

By now, Bunny was getting more and more curious. And by now, I, Jamie Bennett, am trying to run out of this conversation.

"What does the bunny look like, Soph?" Jack asked, facing Sophie

"She's tall and is yellow and very furry and cuddly I wanna hug her!" Sophie cheers

Bunny and Jack glance at each other questionably. Bunny then turns back to Sophie. "Are you sure you've seen a large bunny?"

"Yes!" Sophie cocks her head to the side

"You're not makin' this up?" Bunny asks, once again

"No! Ask Jamie! He knows Yellow Bunny too!" Sophie points to me, I gulp.

Oh no.

This is not going to end well.

Bunny and Jack glances at each other. Bunny steps forward me. "Jamie, mate, can ya tell me what Sophie's talkin' about?" he asks, his voice sincere and determined

I sigh. Oh well. I had to tell him anyways.

"Well… you see…"

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THIRD PERSON POV

The battle axe flew through the air; the quick speed sent a small whistle as it collided against the target board, sticking completely on the painted wood in the bull's eye. With a squint of her eyes, she looked at the axe in content, knowing that her aim was perfect. She knows that her skills were sublime.

Hopping forward, she wedged the battle axe out of the target, taking her quite some time since the axe was dug in the board deep. She slid the axe back in her strap's place. Hopping across the broken equipment, tattered dummies and target boards with sharp daggers sticking out on the wooden surface, she entered her cottage.

The familiar scent of pine filled her nose as she opened her cottage door; she hadn't been here for quite some time. She was too busy either writing stories or sketching. Maybe even travel around the world for a bit but she missed her home. The place was always just right. Not too warm, not too cold. A very furry carpet was in the middle of the room, a green fluffy sofa was there, too. Bookshelves adorned by the walls. The walls consisted of antique knick knacks that she salvaged. The souvenirs were the last remnants of her tribe, her race, her family.

A memory of her family flashed through her mind, and her ears faltered. The 2 giant flops of skin rested on the side of her head as she hopped into her bedroom.

She flicked on the light switch, and a luminescent glow was shined above. Her room was consisted of a beautiful view of her burrow, with a comfy bed in the middle and, obviously, bookshelves.

Sighing, she looked around. The lonely aura wrapped around her in an uncomfortable embrace. What if her family survived? What if she wasn't all alone? Sure enough, her brother would be excitedly bouncing on her bed, her father would tell him to stop but eventually join in, and her mother would be reading a book. Her townspeople can help her, they surely can. The eventual happiness overwhelmed her, giving her hope that she knows she won't use. Why? Because they're dead. Dead. And there's nothing she can do, but mourn for all eternity.

With tears in her eyes, she sniffled a helpless mew. And she plopped down on her bed; the comforters collided against her face, washing away the tears. She gave up and climbed deeper into bed, where her pillows and blankets wrapped themselves around her.

She felt so… weak and shivering. Not cold but feeling naked despite the thick layer of comforters around her, all she needed was a pair of arms to comfort her, embrace her. A pair of arms who felt the same. A pair of arms who could tell her that it's going to be alright. A pair of arms that can hold the shattered pieces of her soul back together.

She shook her head. No, it wasn't going to happen.

Slowly, her eyelids closed.

And off to dreamland she went.

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