Forgotten

by TheyAlwaysUseADagger

Fae are crafty and some like to cause trouble, but most know to play by Teague's rules. However, not all of them do. And right after Mina finally has a way to keep some of her friends from losing their memories, some of these Fae strike, and take something that will need the combined efforts of a nixie, pixie, boyfriend, best friend, and prince to get back. (Comes after Reign)

5. Chapter Five - Mina

Chapter Five - Mina

Here's chapter five for you guys! I hope you guys like it! It's shorter than the rest of them, but considering each chapter is a different point of view, it has to be. Wondering why? Well, I guess you'll just have to read and see...

I run through the woods, panting. Fear keeps me going, faster than I've ever gone. I've got to get away. I trip over a root, groaning in pain as I hit the ground. But I force myself up, only to find a man stands before me.

"Are you alright?" He asks, looking me over. He has black hair and a black beard, and his eyes are fresh green. I look at him somewhat fearfully, and shake my head. "Do you need help?" I nod in response as I try to find my voice. "Well, I will help. For a price."

"Any-anything!" I answer quickly, not wanting to lose the chance.

"How about...that?" He points to a dagger I have on my belt.

I stare at it, trying to identify it. It looks familiar, but I don't remember it. However, some voice tells me in my head not to do it. I choose to ignore it, and hold it out to the man. "Take it."

The moment he touches it, my head screeches for me to pull it back before he takes it. Maybe it's the look in his eyes whenever he manages to touch it. Or maybe it's because of that small voice in my head from before. But it's too late to pull it back, because now he's holding it in both of his hands, a look of awe in his eyes. And determination.

"Mina!" A voice calls in the distance. "Where are you?" Now I recognize it. It was the guy we met in the woods, who was in the trees. The one that supposedly had some 'mirror' or something like that. Urgency and panic fills his voice, sounding not so much like the guy we picked up, but someone else. I can't put my finger on whom. "Mina, don't give it to him! Whatever you do, don't give it to him!"

A sudden sense of urgency and panic fills me too. But not to take back the dagger. To get away before the guy catches up to me.

"Please," I plead, turning back to the man. He holds the knife, smirking, "you said you would help me if I gave you something. So help me!"

"I'll help you alright." He snaps his fingers.

Everything goes black, and my head hits the ground right before I lose sense of everything. My last thoughts are if my family will notice I'm gone.