Chapter 5: Story Time
A crack of thunder lit the sky causing Pippa to jolt awake from her dreams with a whimper. Her wide brown eyes scanning the darkened room, with another clap of electricity in the air she jolted from her bed and made her way to Jack, only he could protect her.
Jack woke to something poking him in the face, blinking open his eyes he looked around blearily to see his frightened sister. He could hear the raging storm outside, rocking the small home with the wind.
"Jack, I'm scared…" Pippa whimpered as another flash of light and a crack of thunder filled the small room.
"Shh my Calla-Lily, it's just a storm." Jack cooed as he pulled her into his warm embrace. He smiled softly as she curled closer to him and clung to his shirt.
"Tell me story?" She begged with a sniffle causing Jack to laugh. He always told the best stories.
"What story do you want to hear?" He asked her knowing full well what story she wanted to hear, it was always the same story.
"The one of the rabbits, tell me of your home!" She asked with a happy smile causing Jack to laugh. She was the only one who knew the truth, the only one who he could trust to tell his secret.
"There was once a great race of Pooka's; they were mighty warriors of their time. There were the four great rulers of the Pooka home world that each ruled a season. There was the mighty Bearberry Thatch of the summer tribe with gold fur that shone like the sun. Queen Blackhaw Bunnymund of spring with mighty swords and beautiful silver fur and flower designs. Then there is the warrior Felonwood of Autumn, his fur the colour of the setting sun and last…" Jack paused as he looked down at his sleeping sister, but continued anyway.
"Last there was Tecomanthe, the mighty winter Pooka chief. He was the colour of pure white snow and the markings of pale blue snowflakes. He was the bravest of them all, the mightiest of them all and he was my father; my hero." He whispered, smiling down at Pippa and brushing the hair from his face.
"One day a war broke lose, led by the mighty warrior of the golden age who had been corrupted by fear. He the once mighty general could not fight his fears and had waged a war on all those that wouldn't submit to him. The mighty rulers joined together and fought the nightmare king, the war waged for years until only one lone Pooka was left…" Jack trailed off as he drifted to sleep, letting the sweet dreams of his home fill him.