The Dream On Library

Travels
Twilight.

The sun dipping below the distant horizon sends the sky awash with prismatic beauty. Soon to fade from blue to black, with each little star peaking through the darkness one by one.

Twinkling stars that were mirrored among the tree tops. A tiny shape, no more than a hand high, buzzes its way through the forest. It trails behind it a shimmering line of sparkles, winking in and out as the shape deftly flies its way among the branches and leaves. A closer look would note the shape is, in fact, a little girl. Small and lithe, with long white hair, striped with black, like a tiger. A pair of shimmering pink wings holding her aloft as she moves. Her small feline tail, waving lazily behind her.

Her silver eyes were intent on her destination. Tonight, Kath Felinesound had somewhere to be.

Up ahead was a small farming town, surrounded by a protective, stone wall. At the south gate, a teenage boy sits atop the wall, watching out over the forest. He is a slender boy, with sandy blond hair. To pass the time, he twirls a metallic staff between his fingers, occasionally tossing it up in the air, only to easy catch it once more. This stops, however, when he notes the line of sparkles moving towards him.

Heath Hammerhand holds his hand out, for the little fae-line to land upon. “Good evening, Kath,” he said softly, but with a warm smile. “How was your flight?”

The little silver eyed girl grins, tucking her wind swept hair back behind a pointed ear. “It was good. A pair of hawks thought they’d found a nice meal, but I scared them off.” She giggled merrily, but soon she turned serious. “Do you sense it?”

Heath sat back and sighed thoughtfully. “I’m not sure. I sense something. It’s like how I can tell where you are… but… it’s not you.” He was silent for a moment, and then he tilted his head and looked at her. “It’s almost like…”

“Another Traveler,” she finished for him. Both fell silent, looking up at the stars. “Do you think Uncle Spencer and Aunt Sheryl sense it too?”

Heath shrugged a little. Moving to set the little pixie girl down so he could rest his arm. “Maybe. Just because they don’t have their keys anymore, doesn’t mean they can’t tell what’s going on. They’re both fairly quick. Always have been.”

Kath nodded. “We should investigate. I don’t think whoever it is has fully realized what he or she has yet. Like they’re just waking up.”

Heath nodded in agreement. “Should we take Sheryl and Spencer with us?”

Kath bit her lower lip and hesitated. “No. I… I don’t think so. Spencer is still grieving. With what happened to Auntie Storm…” She trailed off, her eyes glancing down sadly.

Heath sighed, “And Sheryl rarely comes out of her mountains anymore.”

Kath stood, dusting off her small red dress, as he looked up to him. “No, they left this in our hands. We need to take care of it, our way.”

“I guess so,” Heath chuckled. “We should be careful though. We’ll go find this… whoever it is, and watch. We don’t want to interfere unless we have to.” Heath looked up at the rising moon, thoughtful. “Wow. Think of it, Kath. A third Traveler. One of us hasn’t awoken in… what…”

“Almost a decade. It’s just been you and me.” Kath’s wings buzzed softly, lifting her up to eye level with the boy. “I’m so curious! Let’s go see!”

Heath had to laugh, as he nodded. He gathered up his pack and his staff, as he hopped down from the high wall. The little sparkle of the fae-line followed him as his feet touch the dusty road. “Let’s go see our new brother or sister.”

The two started down the road together… and in a few steps… they were gone. Slipped between the spaces between worlds. Between universes.

The Travelers were on the move again. On their way… to a place called Tyrra.

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