Kirstin's POV

I stare at the tv screen, shivers running up and down my spine.
On it is a picture of the cell I was in.
My blood still stains the ground.
I feel sick.
I don’t know if it was me or Sophie that screamed, but it was one of us.
After I left the kitchen, I went back up to my room, and turned on the tv.
Then there was a knock on my door and Sophie came in.

“So, did you ever figure out where all the blood was coming from?” She had asked.
I shrugged.
“Yeah, from these.” I had said, rolling up my sleeve and pulling back a piece of bandage.
She had winced terribly and said.
“That’s from a shamkniz. An ogre weapon.”
I had sighed.
“Ogre? I’m not gonna even ask.”
Sophie had just looked at me strange.
“You have an elf ability, yet your from the forbidden cities. That’s what ya elves call all the seven continents and stuff.”
I’d turned pale then.
“Elves?” I choked out.
She nodded.
“There’s so much you don’t know......”

Our talk from there was one of the oddest conversations I’ve ever had.
She told me all about how elves and all these fantasy characters were real and lots of mythical and extinct animals were alive in what they called the lost cities.
Then she told me of how she had came to be where she was.
And she told me about Mr Forkle.
My dad.
Supposedly, he had a twin brother, and that’s who was in the other bedroom.
Dad was still dead.
That was hard to process.
And just about then was when we glanced at the tv and saw the news flash.

Now we sit here shaking, as sounding thousands of feet pound up the stairs.
A hoard of elves and aliens burst into the room to question us.
But I can’t move.
I don’t think Sophie can either.
You must be wondering at this point is so bad.
Well I’ll tell you what.
All across the tv screen is pictures of the Neverseen.
Well, their bodies at least.

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My sobs shake my body as I cling to my mother.
It’s terrible having to relive my fathers death all over again.
And now the Neverseen are all gone too.
That means Gisela also.
Well I assume she’s a Forkle if she’s my aunt.
Gisela Forkle.
As the words fly through my head, a flashback plays before my eyes.

Dad sits me on his knee.
“Now Kirsty Baby, Daddy has something I wanna tell you, but it’s a secret, so you must never tell anyone else.
You see daddy is an elf, but you must never tell anyone.”
My eyes widen.
“Elf?”
“Yes. I am an Elf. I come from the elvish world. It’s called the lost cities.
I have a brother and sister there, but you must stay as far away from my sister as you can.

She is very evil, but she has a son who is not.
He is your first cousin and his name is Keefe. You are a bit older than him,
But that’s okay. If you ever are found by my sister Gisela, contact my brother immediately. There is also a letter for him under the floor boards of daddy’s closet. Daddy loves you so much, but I may have to leave you one day, even though I don’t want to at all.
Now lay back and let me erase this memory so that you won’t have to deal with it until the time comes.”

The memory ends.
It’s the end to the previous flashback, and it answers just about all my questions.