Mist snaked over the hills and vales of the Blue Ridge Mountains settling on the Village of Anderson Creek and surrounding woods like a shroud. Emily stumbled through ever-thickening fog, trying to avoid the slap of tree branches obscured by vaporous wisps, fear pressing against a constricted chest. How had she lost the boys?
Malcolm was too bold for a seven-year-old and the year younger Tevin followed his adopted brother into every unfortunate escapade. She’d only turned away for a moment to check her smart phone for a signal—a nonexistent signal—and the boys jumped upon the opportunity to bolt through the woods away from her, brandishing wooden swords more than likely against the beast they claimed to track—an orange dragon.
“Life or death!” The Clan MacLachlan battle cry spat in the distance from the children’s lips hung heavy on the humid air.
Emily raced in the direction she believed the bellow came from and tripped over an aboveground root, losing balance. “#$%&.” She slipped on decaying leaves and banged an elbow on the trunk of an old oak; the jolt of shock lit up her nervous system. “Ouch, ouch, ouch!” She danced around and shook out her tingling arm, then taking a moment to regain composure, leaned her forehead against the rough bark of an old oak and inhaled a deep calming breath. “Please let me find the boys.”
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