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Book 2: Be Not Afraid

 

Chapter Five: Vastre Hall

 

Cloudy slowly opened her eyes to the dark plane. The seats were upside-down on the ceiling and several people were still strapped in, their heads hanging limply as if they were asleep. Cloudy blinked, wondering if she was losing it. How could this be? What was going on?

Then Cloudy remembered. The plane had crashed and flipped upside-down. No wonder everything was topsy-turvy. She struggled to stand up but couldn’t because she was pinned underneath someone else, but who? Shaking her head and squinting her eyes, she peered more closely at the figure. It was Star.

“Star? Star?” Cloudy gently shook her older sister. “Wake up.”

“Hmmm?” Star murmured drowsily, opening her eyes. “C-Cloudy?”

“Can you get off me, please?”

Star obliged. Crawling to her feet, she grimaced. “Oww, my head and legs hurt.” She took a deep breath and stared at Cloudy. “What happened anyway?”

“We were flying in this plane and someone took over the controls and crashed and flipped it,” Cloudy explained. Then she suddenly looked around in alarm. “Where are my parents? Daddy? Mommy?” she called.

There was no reply.

“Miriam? Nika? Eloise?” Star shouted.

Three girls lying side by side not too far away sat up, their eyes blank and cloudy. “Ugh,” Miriam groaned, putting a hand to her head. “Where are we?”

“We’re in the plane,” Star said.

“What happened?” Nika wondered.

“Some nut crashed us,” Star said in disgust.

“Oh, that explains why this place is a total wreck,” Eloise said, ruefully surveying the snapped seatbelts, the crushed leather from the seats, the shattered windows.

“Guys, do you know where my parents are?” Cloudy broke in.

Eloise and Nika shook their heads, but Miriam frowned. “Wait, I think I know,” she said. “Right after the plane flipped and before I passed out, I saw them crash through the window and fall into the ocean, and that was all I recall.”

Cloudy gasped, shocked by what she had just heard. “I hope they’re okay,” she whispered.

Eloise glanced around. “Where are your brothers, Star?” she asked.

“And Arrow?” Nika chimed.

“And Zach!” Miriam burst out.

Star tramped gingerly over several bodies and finally found her brothers clustered together in the way back of the plane. All were unconscious and their heads were bleeding from a few small gashes.

Star started and retreated slightly. “I found our brothers, Cloudy, but they’re bleeding,” she reported.

“I found Arrow!” Eloise shouted from nearby. “He’s over next to Zach!”

“Are they okay?” Cloudy asked.

“No, they’re knocked out and bleeding too,” Eloise confirmed. “But otherwise, they look fine.”

“Someone find a first-aid kit,” Cloudy ordered. “I’m sure there’s one in the cockpit.”

Miriam’s eyes flashed with fear and she shook her head resolutely. “We’re not going in there!” she exclaimed. “Who knows if that guy’s still in there?”

“We have to take care of out friends!” Cloudy insisted.

At that moment, someone from behind touched Cloudy’s shoulder and scared her out of her wits. She let out a loud shriek and scrambled to hide behind someone’s overturned purse, slamming her head into the wall in the process.

“Good night, Cloudy, calm down!” Meta Knight’s voice issued out of the shadows. “It is only me.”

Cloudy’s head peeked around the edge of the purse. “Oh, Meta Knight, you scared me!” she said.

“I am very sorry about that,” Meta Knight apologized, his voice stricken. “Are you all okay?”

“Aside from being bruised and banged up pretty bad, we’re okay,” Miriam replied.

“But Cloudy’s brothers and Zach and Arrow are bleeding and unconscious and we need to get medical aid for them,” Eloise added. “The trouble is, we’re too scared to go into the cockpit to find a first-aid kit because we don’t know if that guy is still in there.”

Meta Knight shook his head. “I doubt it. He probably jumped ship before the plane crashed.”

“Then where did he go?” Nika asked.

Meta Knight shrugged.

“I’ll get the kit,” Cloudy offered, walking off toward the cockpit.

“Be careful, Cloudy,” Nika begged.

“Why would he do such a crazy thing?” Eloise demanded. “He might have killed us!”

Meta Knight fought to keep the shakiness out of his voice. “Some people in here actually are dead.”

Eloise stared at him, wide-eyed, noting the pain in his eyes. “Y-you mean. . .?”

“This was plain murder,” Meta Knight said gently. He knelt down beside the young girl and looked her in the eye. “No doubt he was out to kill.”

Eloise looked solemn and sad. “All these people—who died exactly?” she whispered.

Eloise felt Meta Knight take her hand. “Come with me and I will show you.”

Eloise sadly listened as Meta Knight pointed out those who had died and explained how they had possibly died. Even a tiny baby was dead.

“Oh—Oh, no. . .” Eloise felt tears sting her eyes and hastily wiped them away with the back of her hand. “Meta Knight, how could anyone be that cruel? That’s just sickening and heartbreaking!”

Eloise couldn’t see Meta Knight’s face in the dusky shadows, but she could feel him trembling. She was worried he might have been traumatized. “I don’t know,” he said. “I just don’t know.”

Eloise leaned her head against his hand. “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine.” Meta Knight released her hand and walked off toward one of the broken windows. He stood there a moment, gazing upon the cold, gray ocean coated with a thin layer of ice. Eloise stood where she was, looking upon him sadly, wishing she could help him feel better.

Cloudy then returned with the first-aid kit. “Here it is,” she announced. “Oh, and for the record, that guy’s not in the cockpit anymore. He must have escaped.”

“Yeah,” said Eloise. “Well, let’s get to work.” She and Cloudy walked over to the other girls, opened the kit, and began cleaning the boys’ gashes well, trying to be as extremely careful as possible. After they had bandaged the wounds, the boys stirred and opened their eyes. Arrow looked up into Cloudy’s face and asked, “Where are we?”

“You’re on the plane,” Cloudy told him. She looked over at Zach, who was being tended to by Miriam. “How are you feeling, Zach?”

“Like I got run over by a truck,” Zach complained. “What even happened?”

“The plane crashed and flipped and we got knocked out,” Cloudy answered.

Cloudy’ brothers were being cared for by Nika, Eloise, and Star. Sniper opened his glanced about, then exclaimed, “Hey, who turned the plane upside-down?!”

“Some crazy psycho,” Nika replied. She heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank God, however, that everyone’s alive!”

Eloise sniffled suddenly. Nika looked compassionately at her sister. “What’s the matter, Eloise?”

Eloise’s voice was quivering as she said, “Meta Knight and I were talking a few minutes ago. . .and he said some people in here—actually were dead.”

Nika gasped, but said nothing. Miriam, overhearing Eloise’s statement, straightened up and said, “Eloise, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious,” Eloise said sadly. “It was downright murder.”

“Ha, ha!” Sniper chuckled. “Pretty good, Eloise! Dead serious! Ha, ha, ha!”

Cloudy turned on her brother, her eyes flashing fire. “This isn’t a joke, Sniper!” she snarled. “Some people are dead! Learn to be considerate of how this is negatively affecting others, will you?”

Sniper frowned, but said no words. He just reached up and adjusted the bandage on his head. The other brothers looked solemn and serious, as well as Star. Miriam clasped Zach’s hand and looked at the ground as Eloise began to cry and Nika hugged her.

Only Cloudy, in her opinion, felt truly awful. Not because she had been traumatized and shocked by this entirely fatal event, but she felt awful because of the thought of a sick freak being horrid enough to murder others who had done him no wrong. The world was messed up, life was spinning out of control, and she could do nothing about it. Her eyes traveled to Meta Knight at the window. Cloudy knew he was heartbroken. She knew he was suffering. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t fair. This shouldn’t have happened. But it had.

Cloudy slowly approached Meta Knight and pawed his arm, whining deep in her throat, a slow, sad sound. Meta Knight looked down at her, his eyes a dull gray. Cloudy whimpered and hung her head, knowing that he was feeling just as bad as she was, probably worse. What could she do or say to comfort him?

Meta Knight gently picked Cloudy up in his arms, hugging her tightly. Cloudy heard the soft breaths of him crying and her tall, pointed ears drooped. He must be very upset by this latest incident. I know I am.

Suddenly, two faces appeared in the window. Cloudy, who had been hugging Meta Knight, looked sadly toward the window and saw two faces silhouetted against the glass! She shrieked loudly and jumped, startling Meta Knight and causing him to drop her onto the floor.

“Well, I never!” Meta Knight exclaimed. “Cloudburst, what’s the matter?”

“Someone’s looking in the window!” Cloudy said, shivering with fear. She pointed with her paw to the two shadows.

Meta Knight looked where she was pointing and started upon seeing the faces. “Oh, goodness!” he gasped. “Who is that?!”

Cloudy took a deep breath and marched straight up to the window, trying to appear as brave as possible. “Who are you?!” she yelled gruffly.

“Chill and stop yelling, Cloudy! It’s just me,” Showerstorm said soothingly, speaking through a broken portion of the glass.

“And me,” Springtime added.

“Mommy and Daddy!” Cloudy cried out, relieved. She leaped through the broken window and landed on the thin layer of ice, and she skidded, floundering about wildly as she tried to regain her footing. But she slid right onto a thin spot and the ice broke, dropping her into the water. Showerstorm reacted quickly and yanked her out, then set her on Springtime’s back.

“Yikes!” Cloudy exclaimed, her teeth chattering. “That w-water is f-f-freezing!” Then she stared at her parents and noted that they were bleeding from several superficial wounds. “Y-You’re bleeding!”

“We’re fine,” Springtime said calmly, though her eyes showed strain. “We’re more concerned about you.” Her face contorted into an expression of worry and concern. “Are you injured? Are all of you okay?”

“Y-Yes, Mommy, we’re okay, and yes, a f-few of us are injured, but it’s nothing serious,” Cloudy assured her mother. Then her look became depressed. “but some p-people here are dead.”

Springtime’s eyes grew wide with horror. “Oh my word! Why would anyone want to kill innocent people?!”

“It was intentional murder,” Cloudy said.

Showerstorm dropped his head. “I’m very sorry about those who did pass,” he said mournfully. “How did the kids take it?”

“V-Very hard,” Cloudy replied, “but Meta Knight took it the worst of all.”

“I think there’s a reason for that,” Springtime said, twisting her head to look at Cloudy sitting astride her back.

Cloudy nodded. “I thought about that,” she explained. “A-And I remembered something he told me about a few days ago—something about and army called the GSA, or Galaxy Soldier Army. M-Many of his friends and fellow Star Warriors fight in that army. I’m sure he’s experienced tons of d-deaths and was pretty traumatized by that. Plus, with him b-being abused and all. . .”

“. . .That adds up to a whole mountain of trauma and grief,” Showerstorm quietly finished.

“That poor knight,” Springtime murmured.

Cloudy nodded in agreement, Then she scowled and looked down at the cold, frothy water. “I knew we shouldn’t have gone on this flight,” she muttered. “Miss Scazzarda knew what she was talking about.”

Springtime looked guilty. “I should have listened to you,” she said gently. “But I thought it was safe because I assumed he had left the airport. It never occurred to me he would try to sneak aboard.”

“I shouldn’t have told him we were going to Vastre Hall,” Cloudy sighed.

“You did what?!” Springtime exclaimed, alarmed. “You told him where we were going?!”

Cloudy looked sheepish. “Um, yeah, I guess I did. I didn’t think anything was the matter with it, but I guess I was wrong. . .” Her voice trailed off as she gazed away toward where the sea and the line of sky met on the horizon. “So. . .what now, Mommy? We’re c-crashed out here and we don’t have a way t-to get to Leupochena.”

“I’m not certain, dear,” Springtime sad. She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “It’s only about thirty miles from here to Leupochena. Maybe we could hail a passing boat.”

Cloudy nodded, feeling excited. “You’re right, Mommy! We could!” she said. Then she scratched her ear, her green eyes pondering a question forming in her mind. “Um, but perhaps we could check the plane f-first, just to be sure we can’t fix it and fly on The p-pilot would agree.” Suddenly she remembered and her eyes grew wide. “Oh, no!”

“What’s wrong?” Showerstorm inquired.

“The pilot! H-He fell into the water somewhere in this area where the plane is!” Cloudy leaped off her mother’s back and frantically dived into the water, trying to search for him. The frigid water hurt felt like ice and made her body ache, and she came up for air, coughing. After a few seconds, she attempted another plunge into the deep, but Showerstorm stopped her.

“Whoa, stop, honey!” he ordered. “Calm down. We’ll find the pilot. We will. In the meantime, you kids see if you can flag down a boat, okay?”

Cloudy, nodded, shivering violently from fear and cold. “A-All right, Daddy.”

Showerstorm smiled encouragingly and gave her a boost through the window and she landed inside the plane. She shook herself off and ran over to her friends, who were clustered together in a corner, “Okay, e-everyone, let’s go! D-Daddy says we gotta f-flag down a boat t-t-to take us to Leupochena!”

Zach stared at the drenched Malamute. “Have you been swimming?”

“Not exactly,” Cloudy said, trying to skirt the question. “Okay, no more questions. Let’s do as Daddy says!”

Miriam threw up her hands in exasperation. “But it would have to be a pretty big boat in order to take us all!” she argued. “There’s at least a hundred and ten people here!”

“Minus the ones that died,” Eloise reminded her.

“Oh, yeah,” Miriam said. She fell silent and looked off into a far corner.

Nika jumped up. “Well, what are we waiting for?” she cried. “Let’s hail a boat, and fast! It’ll be night soon!”

The friends ran over to the window and leaped carefully through it, the water closing over their heads as they landed. “Yipes! This water’s c-cold!” Miriam yelped.

“Y-you’re telling me. I just hope I-I don’t d-d-die of pneumonia before the day is ou-out.”

“You’d b-be lucky if you didn’t,” Sniper joked.

Eloise gave Sniper a withering look. “Shut up, Sniper.”

“Fine. I can handle that,” Sniper retorted, then became sullen and silent.

They looked this way and that to see if there were any boats, but saw nothing but a wide expanse of grayish-blue water and a tiny city that seemed far, far away. Cloudy figured that must be Leupochena.

“Let’s swim around to the other side of the plane!” Arrow barked. They all obeyed and went around to the opposite side, but were suddenly intercepted by a huge ship coming their way!

“What luck!” Miriam exclaimed.

“There’s a ship!” Nika shouted. She waved her hands wildly. “Hey, hey, help! Help us!” she hollered.

The ship slowed and the captain steered a little to the right, then halted the ship so that it came to rest right beside the crashed plane. A few sailors ran to the side of the ship and peered over it, and one called out, “Are you all okay?”

“Yes, but we need to get to Leupochena before dark!” Miriam called back.

“Why? What happened?” another sailor asked.

“Some freak sabotaged our plane and took over the controls and crashed us here in the water,” Zach said. “He escaped, though.”

“Did you see anyone out here while you were rowing out?” Miriam asked.

The sailors shook their heads. “Didn’t see a soul except for you guys and gals, miss,” the first one said. “We’re the only ones who have permission to be out on the ocean today.”

Cloudy drew her brows down, realizing there was something about this whole event that wasn’t clear. “Hey, Arrow?”

“Hmm?” Arrow looked at Cloudy in a questioning manner.

“If that guy escaped from the plane, then how did he jump off without getting killed or injured? And where did he even go? Did he drown? Did someone pick him up?” Cloudy asked.

Arrow put a paw to halt her barrage of questions. “Those are good questions, Cloudy,” he said, “but at the moment I have no answers.”

Up on the ship’s deck, the sailors were still talking to the children. “If you can, get all the living out of that plane and their luggage and we can hoist them up on deck and take them to Leuopchena,” the second sailor said. “Be careful with any who are seriously injured, and leave the dead.”

“Will do. Roger that,” Miriam said. She signaled her friends to follow her and began swimming around to the other side of the plane, then swam over to the window and pulled herself inside. The others followed suit.

Meta Knight was standing with a group of survivors when Miriam jumped in. She counted the survivors in her head; there were exactly fifty of them. She frowned. That was quite a death loss of people.

“All right, all, we’re getting out of here,” Miriam said. “Collect all the luggage you can and follow me.” She and her friends hunted for their luggage, and once they located it, snatched it and jumped lightly out of the plane again. The water splashed gently as they landed and the survivors followed. None of the living seemed to be seriously injured and Miriam was glad. As they were swimming to the ship with Miriam in the lead, Springtime and Showerstorm swam up beside them.

“Hey, Miss Springtime and Mister Showerstorm,” Miriam greeted the two adults. “Where were you?”

“We went to look for the pilot,” Showerstorm said.”

“Did you find him?” a lady asked.

Springtime grimaced. “No, but we did find blood in the water near the spot where we saw him fall. I don’t know where he is or what happened to him, but I believe that, ummm, he now currently and will forever have an underwater grave.”

Miriam blinked in disbelief. Her glance strayed to Meta Knight, who wrapped his drenched cape around himself and looked away from her. Miriam felt miserable, but decided not to say anything to him for the time being.

Instead, she led them to the ship and the sailors dropped down a giant ladder. Several people climbed on the ladder and hung on while the sailors pulled them onto the ship, and then the ladder was dropped down again for the second round of people.

After the third group had been taken up, it was Miriam and her friends’ turn. They all grabbed onto the ladder and hung on tightly as the sailors pulled them aboard. Once they were safely on deck, one sailor dropped the ladder again and climbed down.

“Where’s he going?” Miriam asked the captain.

“To inspect the plane,” the captain replied.

Miriam watched as the sailor slowly swam around the outside of the plane for some time, then climbed inside and was gone from view. After a minute, he climbed out again and swam back to the ship, where he was hauled to the deck.

“So what was wrong?” the captain wanted to know.

“Someone clogged the engines with debris and destroyed the landing gear,” the sailor explained. “However, no one was in the plane except the dead.”

“Hmm.” The captain frowned a little and shrugged. “Not much to run on, then. Well, we need to get to Leupochena. I’ll call someone to collect the dead bodies, the plane, and these peoples’ luggage. Um, Fred, Agro, make sure these survivors are well cared for.”

The sailors instantly jumped to do the captain’s bidding. As they were rowing steadily toward Leupochena, Miriam went down to Meta Knight’s room. He was sitting on the bed and had his cape wrapped around himself. Miriam climbed on the bunk beside him. “Meta Knight?”

“Yes, child.”

“Are you okay?”

Meta Knight stared at her, and slowly the tears filled his eyes. He looked away. “Please go.”

“What? But I—”

“Miriam,” Meta Knight pleaded, his voice cracking. “Go. . .please.”

Miriam gave him a sorrowful and sympathetic look, then jumped off the bunk and walked out of the room. She seated herself on a small bench outside his room, thinking, These recent events must have hit him hard.

Miriam folded her hands and closed her eyes, inwardly praying, “Jesus, please be with Meta Knight. Please be with us all.”

 

* * * * *

 

“Here we are at Leupochena!” Fred called cheerfully.

Miriam ran up to the deck upon hearing Fred’s words and gazed with awe at the big city. It was beautiful, what with its Christmas lights strung everywhere and Christmas carols ringing out in the streets. Down on the dock, she saw a female husky who looked very similar to Star. Aunt Summer?

The gangplank was lowered and Springtime and her crew ran off the ship and over to the husky. “Summer!!” Springtime cried out.

“Springtime!” Summer exclaimed, embracing her older sister. “So nice to see you!”

“Nice to see you too,” Springtime said, and quickly introduced her friends and family.

“Wonderful to meet you all,” Summer said happily. “Well, this is my husband, Soldier, and these are our children, Elena, Eliot, Warren, and Karrie.”

“Hey,” Cloudy greeted her cousins.

“Hello,” Elena said softly, smoothing her fur.

Summer gestured to two humanoids standing beside them. “These are Dana and Frank Mesterein. Dana’s expecting.”

“Well, congratulations!” Showerstorm said sincerely.

“Thank you,” Dana replied.

“They own Vastre Hall,” Summer went on, “and that’s where you’ll be staying.” Then for the first time, she took in their bedraggled appearances and the boys’ bandaged heads and grew alarmed. “What happened to you?!”

“Our plane crashed,” Sniper said cheerfully.

“What?!” Summer gasped.

“It’s a long story,” Showerstorm broke in tiredly. “We’ll tell you all about it at Vastre Hall.”

“Okay, then. Let’s go,” Soldier said.

They all grouped together and left the dock. After passing through several busy streets and intersections, they finally came to a long stone driveway. They walked the thick pavement until they came to a huge iron gate, and Summer unlocked it and pushed it open. They stepped into the yard and the gate clanged shut behind them.

Cloudy looked up with amazement and wonder. There, in front of her, was a beautiful, four-story mansion made of shiny, yellow brick. Christmas lights draped the eaves and porch railings and a Christmas tree could be seen in one window.

“Vastre Hall,” Cloudy said softly.



Book 2: Be Not Afraid

 

Chapter Four: Sabotage!

 

Cloudy glanced desperately up and down the hallway, hoping somebody would come to her rescue. But though she waited and waited for what seemed a long time, no one appeared.

“Fine,” Cloudy thought grimly. “I guess I’ll have to break down the door!”

She hunted around in her purse until she found a hairbrush. She shielded her face with one paw and smashed the glass, shattering it to pieces. She did it again and again until the entire door was lying in pieces at her feet. Carefully picking her way over the glass, she darted down the hallway, back to the lounge.

As she darted through the doorway, she ran into Springtime, who was just coming out of the lounge, a worried expression on her face. Both gasped and recoiled for a moment before they realized who the other was. “It’s you!” both exclaimed at the same time.

“Where have you been?” Springtime exclaimed, frantically hugging her daughter to herself. “We came back to the lounge and you and Arrow and Meta Knight were gone! We were just about to go look for you when you came running into me!”

Cloudy frowned at her. “What took you so long getting back from the restroom?” she demanded.

“We had to wait in a very long line,” Springtime explained. “I was starting to get worried about you and Arrow and went back to the lounge, but you both were gone and Meta Knight wasn’t around. So I freaked out and went back to the restroom and told your father, and we all came back to the lounge and combed every inch of it. Showerstorm thought you might have been hiding or something.”

“Why would I do that?” Cloudy asked sounding genuinely confused. “Besides, it was a complete waste of time to search for me. I wasn’t even in the lobby. I was in the phone booth in the hall parallel to the restrooms.”

“Why were you in a phone booth so long?” Springtime asked. “And who were you calling?”

“I was talking to Scazzarda about some strange guy who was sitting next to me,” Cloudy explained. “He left his luggage right over by the—” She pointed toward the couch, but then gave a sound gasp.

The suitcase had vanished!

“I don’t see any suitcase there,” Springtime said. “Are you sure he was in this lounge and not in a different one?”

“No, this is definitely the one he was in,” Cloudy said. She shifted her purse to her other shoulder. “Let’s ask the flight attendants if they saw anyone that describes the guy who sat next to me.”

The mother and daughter walked over to a flight attendant who stood nearby and Cloudy asked if he had seen anyone describing Sam Danson. The attendant shook his head.

“Some special reason you want to know?” he asked.

“Because someone locked me in the telephone booth and I think it was him!” Cloudy declared.

“What?!” Springtime gasped.

The attendant’s face grew dark. “You mean he locked you in the booth?”

“Yes. I mean no. I mean—I don’t know if it was him or not,” Cloudy said in frustration. “I never saw the guy.”

“Then what makes you say it’s him?” the attendant demanded. “You can’t just accuse someone of locking you up when you don’t even know who did it. I suggest you drop this crazy charge or else you’re gonna give this airport a bad name.”

Cloudy was getting annoyed with the attendant. “If you’re not watching whom you let come into your airport, I’d say you’re giving this place a bad name of your own accord! That guy is dangerous and he needs to be stopped from going on the flight!”

The attendant grew pale. “Wh-Why do you say he’s dangerous? Do you know him?”

“No, but the woman I was talking to on the phone—Scazzarda—knows him, I think.” She heard footsteps behind her and looked over her shoulder at Meta Knight, who had just joined them. Cloudy pointed to him. “She’s his mother.”

“Well,” the attendant said hesitantly, “I never saw anyone like you described, but then again, I wasn’t standing here very long either. I’ll ask around and let you know what I find.”

As soon as the flight attendant was gone, a young woman sitting on a chair nearby cleared her throat loudly. Cloudy looked over at her. “What is it?” the puppy asked.

“Ah, I think I know of whom you speak,” the woman said. She leaned over and whispered, “Are you looking for the man with the tattoos on his arm? The one who looks like he’s been in jail?”

“Yes,” Cloudy confirmed. “I was talking with him about twenty minutes ago. He said his name was Sam Danson.”

The woman snorted and clasped her hands in her lap. “Sam Danson—ha! A bunch of baloney! His name is Nathaniel Osen.”

“Nathaniel Osen?” Springtime repeated. “I never heard of him.”

“You know him then?” Cloudy asked the woman.

“Everyone knows him. He’s a dangerous criminal, he is,” the woman chattered on. “Broke into someone’s house once when he was twelve and stole some silver miniatures. Got put in juvenile detention for three years. When he was sixteen, he was let out and then stayed out o’ trouble for a while. But when he was twenty, he shot his girlfriend and was sentenced for nine years in prison. He’d be around thirty-seven or so now.”

“Where’d he go?”

The woman shrugged. “Dunno. Hurried out of that there nearby lounge and I never saw him after that.”

“But his suitcase is gone,” Cloudy protested. “And when he left, the suitcase was still there, so he must have come back and taken it.”

The woman shrugged again, an amused twinkle in her eye. “All I’m a-sayin’ is, he never came back. And I was sittin’ right here the whole time.”

“Thanks for the information,” Springtime said gratefully, then steered her daughter back to the lounge. The others looked up as they entered.

“The guy’s gone,” Springtime told them. “He never came back.”

“But that’s not possible,” Cloudy said. “He had to have come back for his suitcase. I know it was here when I left.” She walked over to the couch and began examining it, snuffing carefully around as the others looked on. After a minute, she looked up at them. “The suitcase was here,” she repeated, almost to herself.

Meanwhile, Sniper had wandered over to the lone lounge window and looked through it. He was admiring the view of the terminal when he happened to look down and see footprints in the soft earth below. “Hey, guys,” he called. “Come look at this.”

The group walked over to the window. “What’s the matter, Sniper?” Yodi asked.

“Nothing. I just saw these footprints,” he explained, and gestured to them. He scanned the entire terminal, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. There was no one around except for a few flight attendants.

“And look!” Cloudy exclaimed, pointing to two thin parallel lines beside the footprints. “Those look like they were made by the wheels of a suitcase!”

Springtime looked at her daughter. “Are you saying,” she said in amazement, “that he sneaked outside somehow, climbed in through the lounge window, brought his suitcase outside, and then ran off?”

“It’s not implausible,” Showerstorm said. “He could have made his escapade that way.”

“If he’s gone, no use trying to look for him,” Springtime sighed.

Cloudy scowled. “If I ever get my paws on that guy, he’s gonna pay for locking me in the booth. Which reminds me, I need to pay for the broken glass door on that thing.”

“Excuse me?” Springtime said.

Cloudy hurriedly explained the situation and Springtime said she would pay for the damage herself. “I’ll go do that real quick, and then all of you come meet me at Gate Twelve,” Springtime called.

“No, wait!” Cloudy exclaimed, her eyes wide. “We-We can’t! Miss Scazzarda warned me not to get on the flight with that guy! She said he was dangerous!”

“Oh, rubbish,” Springtime said. “He likely already left the airport. I doubt he’s gonna come on our flight. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” Then she hurried off.

Ten minutes later, they were all huddled together at Gate Twelve and listened for their boarding group to be called. When it was, Springtime announced, “That’s out flight, people. Get your luggage together and follow me.”

Showerstorm again collected passports as well as boarding passes and presented them to the gate agent. When he had scrutinized them, he handed them back and said, “You’re good.”

“Stay together, children!” Showerstorm shouted as he scurried up the jetway and into the plane. They found their seats, stowed their luggage in the overhead compartments above their seats, then sat down and buckled up. Cloudy’s brother and Zach sat in one row with Showerstorm, and Springtime, Miriam, Nika, Eloise, and Star sat in a second row behind the boys. Meta Knight, Arrow, and Cloudy sat in a third row with some people they didn’t recognize.

Cloudy studied the others who boarded the plane. But although she looked and looked, she found no one who resembled Nathaniel Osen. Maybe he’s in disguise, she thought uneasily, shifting in her seat.

The pilot climbed into the cockpit and started the engines. The vibration buzzed in Cloudy’s ears and made her head feel funny.

“Here we go!” Miriam cried as the plane began taxiing across the terminal and rose off the ground. It went higher and higher into the sky until they were above the clouds. Cloudy, who was seated right next to the window, looked down and saw the trees and rivers far down below them. They seemed very tiny.

“Isn’t this fun?” Nika asked Eloise.

“Yes, it is,” Eloise agreed.

“I love flying!” Sniper cheered.

“Me too,” Sharkell added.

Cloudy didn’t say anything. She kept looking over her seat back for Nathaniel Osen, but didn’t see him. She looked over the seat in front of her to see if he was in front, but still didn’t spy him. Meta Knight, seated right next to Cloudy, noticed her looking around and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Uh, nothing,” Cloudy said quickly, sitting back in her seat. “Just exploring.” No use worrying him, she thought.

Meta Knight didn’t seem totally convinced, but decided to let the matter be. He looked away out the opposite window and sighed. Cloudy heard the sigh and turned to him. “Is something wrong?” she wondered.

“No.”

Cloudy shook her head. “Yes, there is,” she protested. “What is it?”

“It is nothing, Cloudy.”

“Meta Knight,” Cloudy said, softening her tone, “you can tell me anything. We’re friends, you know. If something’s bothering you, you can let me know.”

Meta Knight shook his head. “Nothing, Cloudy. It is nothing. I am just thinking. You need not worry about me.”

Cloudy frowned and looked out the window again, admiring the view from the air. As she did so, she had a dream.

But it wasn’t a real dream because she was not asleep, nor was it a hallucination. In her mind’s eye, she saw a huge gray jet, all of its passengers screaming in fear, careening toward a wide expanse of ocean and slamming into it, killing everyone on impact. The pilot had been knocked unconscious and thrown out of the plane, and the controls were take over by a red-eyed man with demonic tattoos on his arms and black hair. Right before the plane crashed, he jumped out of the cockpit and parachuted safely into the water, far, far away from the wreck, leaving its mangled victims behind.

“Oh!” Cloudy cried, shaking her head to clear away the horrible vision.

Meta Knight gave her a look of concern. “Is something wrong, Cloudburst?”

Cloudy stared at him, trying to deduce her odd dream. “Are you real?” she asked.

“What kind of question is that?” he asked.

In a whisper, Cloudy told him her weird vision. When she finished, all he said was, “I would not take that dream lightly. Dreams can come true, no matter how farfetched they seem.”

Meanwhile, Nika was playing a dress-up game on her phone. “Hey, Eloise, do you think I should dress my character in the blue denim or the red ski—”

She never finished the sentence, for at that moment, the plane rocked violently, causing Nika to jolt forward and the phone to fall from her hand. “Whoa!” Nika cried out in alarm.

Eloise steadied her sister and bent down to retrieve the phone, but it was out of her reach. Her seatbelt wouldn’t let her bend down any more than she was able to, so she unbuckled it.

“Eloise, buckle up,” Springtime said sternly.

“I have to get Nika’s phone,” Eloise said, bending forward to grab it. However, another violent rock sent Eloise flying out of her seat and onto the floor.

“Ouch!” Eloise cried.

“Eloise!” Nika gasped.

“Sit down and buckle up now!” Springtime commanded sharply, a tone of fear in her voice.

“But Nika’s phone!” Eloise insisted. She swooped down and grabbed it, then handed it to her twin. “Here, Nika.”

“Thanks.”

Another rock sent Eloise sprawling facefirst onto the floor. Angrily, the young girl scrambled to her feet and stood up straight, then yelled, “Hey, Mr. Pilot, can’t you control this dumb plane?!”

“Shut up and sit down!” Miriam hissed.

“We are experiencing some technical difficulties with the plane,” the pilot said calmly over the intercom. “I’m asking everyone to please be seated and have their seatbelts on.”

Elose, grumbling to herself, sat down and buckled up. “Honestly, pilots these days don’t have a clue about how to fly a plane! They think they can just jump into the cockpit and take over the controls. . .”

Another jolt startled everyone in the plane. Then Eloise heard something odd. It sounded like something was the matter with the engines.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Nika exclaimed.

Cloudy heard the commotion in the backseat and turned to look over her seat back. “What’s going on?” Arrow wondered.

“I think something’s wrong with the plane,” Cloudy replied.

Meta Knight suddenly shuddered. Cloudy, alarmed, turned to him. “What is it?” she asked.

Arrow’s eyes widened. “Uh-oh,” he muttered.

Cloudy was confused. What was Arrow referring to? The she knew what was wrong. She heard one engine conk out, then the other! They had no power!

“What happened?” a child asked.

“The engines stopped running!” a woman exclaimed.

“Oh, no!” a man shouted. “We’re going to crash!”

A few people screamed loudly and the quiet tenseness dissolved into extreme pandemonium and panic.

Crash?!” Cloudy cried out, terrified now.

Arrow was scared too. “W-We’re gonna crash?” he exclaimed.

Springtime had heard her youngest daughter’s remark. “This is bad!” she said to the girls. “We’re going to crash!”

Miriam screamed. “No, we can’t!” she wailed. “I’m scared!”

The girls spread the news to Showerstorm and the boys. They were just as scared as the girls, but tried not to show it. “Maybe we can make it,” Showerstorm said quietly to his wife.

The pilot’s voice came again over the intercom. “Everyone keep your seatbelts on!” he called. “I’m going to see if we can make it down without crashing! Brace yourself for impact!”

The plane suddenly began its descent at full speed. The passengers’ faces showed pure terror and a little girl was crying. Cloudy held her breath, waiting for the landing.

Then the pilot shouted, “Oh, no! Something’s wrong with the landing gear! We can’t land! We’re going to crash!”

Meta Knight gasped and Nika and Eloise screamed fearfully, clinging to one another while Miriam cried. Cloudy was scared as well, but tried to remain calm. Panicking would do no good in a situation like this.

Over the general chaos in the passenger section, Cloudy heard the pilot exclaim, “Hey, who are you? Get out of the cockpit!”

“Sure, after you get out,” a familiar, cruel masculine voice said. Cloudy’s blood froze. That voice—why did it sound so familiar? She searched her memory for voices like that and came up with only one result—Nathaniel Osen.

He must have sneaked into the cockpit when all the passengers were distracted! she thought with dismay.

Then came the sound of a punch over the intercom and a grunt from the pilot, then silence. Cloudy wondered what was happening and peered out the window, trying to see toward the front of the plane, when she saw a figure falling from the plane and into the water below. It was the pilot!

OH MY GOSH, THE PILOT JUST FELL INTO THE WATER!!!!” Cloudy shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Terrified screams of alarm and panic rose arose from the passengers. Suddenly, the plane made a nosedive right for the water!

“Oh, no!” Springtime cried.

Help!!” screamed Miriam.

“Someone’s trying to kill us!” a woman shrieked.

“I’m gonna see who’s in that cockpit!” a man shouted, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Stay where you are!” Cloudy screamed at him.

The plane approached the water at a fast speed and Cloudy’s ears were filled the screams and cries of all the passengers. Meta Knight shut his eyes and Arrow barked in alarm.

“Hold on!” Nika yelled, grasping her sister’s hands.

CRASH!!!

The plane slammed into the water hard and flipped. The sound of alarms ringing and people screaming and glass shattering filled Cloudy’s ears, and then everything went black before her eyes.

Book 2: Be Not Afraid

 

Chapter Three: Locked in the Booth

 

It was finally the day of the trip! Since their flight left at ten, Springtime had everyone meet at the house at six-thirty so she could get them to the airport on time. Showerstorm decided to go ahead with the boys in the Turners’ car and have his wife and the girls meet up with them later, and Springtime had agreed.

Springtime was frustrated as she checked everyone’s luggage to be sure they had everything and asked the kids if they had packed certain items. The problem was that all the girls—except for Cloudy—were running around and not paying any attention to Springtime’s questions. Springtime was getting very annoyed.

“Pay attention!” came a sharp voice from behind the children. They all turned around to see Meta Knight standing there, a thick, red cloak drawn over his shoulders, his eyes showing frank disapproval at their lack of respect. “This is not proper conduct. I’m ashamed of you children. Why can’t you be like Cloudy and listen to your elders when they’re speaking to you?”

Instantly, all the children looked contrite. “Sorry, Meta Knight,” Eloise said. They all lined up side by side and stood erect.

Springtime sighed in relief and flashed Meta Knight a warm smile. “Thank you very much.”

“I am glad to help,” was the reply.

Springtime surveyed the clipboard she held and asked, “Eloise and Nika, did you girls pack toothbrushes and soaps?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the twins answered in a single voice.

“Star, did you pack some beanies and jackets?”

“I sure did.”

“Boots too?”

“Yep. Four to be exact.”

Springtime hid her smile. “Ah, Miriam. I hope you remembered to bring a hairbrush?”

“I did.”

“Cloudy, did you pack some scarves?”

“Yes, Mommy, I did.”

“Good, good.”

After asking the kids a few more questions, Springtime was satisfied that everyone was ready. “Okay, I think we’re cleared for takeoff. Collect your luggage and let’s wait by the road. Scazzarda’s gonna drop us off at the airport before she starts work.”

The girls snatched up their suitcases and purses and duffel bags. Cloudy ran over to the gate and unlatched it, then pushed it open and wandered out by the road. The others followed suit.

Just then, Scazzarda’s car came roaring down the road and screeched to a halt in front of them. Scazzarda jumped out and walked over to them. “Hey, all!” she said cheerfully. “Are you ready to start your trip?”

Miriam yawned, opening her mouth so wide that her jaw ached. “Sure,” she said. “I’m ready.”

“I’m ready, too—I think,” Star added, pursing her lips. Eloise giggled at her expression and Nika furrowed her brow at the two of them.

“All right, enough chatter,” Springtime said firmly. “Kids, load your stuff in the back and climb in. We have a long way to go and we want to make it to the airport on time, don’t we?”

The girls hurried to the back of the car and Miriam opened the door, and the kids tossed their luggage into the trunk. Springtime too stowed her gear away, then turned to Meta Knight. “Did you bring any luggage, dear?”

“Not much. Just my passport and phone.” He showed them to her.

“You can share our stuff if need be.” Springtime smiled at him, and he smiled back in thanks.

Miriam slammed the trunk lid and climbed inside with the rest of the children and buckled up while Springtime and Meta Knight sat up front with Scazzarda.

“Here we go!” Scazzarda cried out. She backed up, turned around, and drove off down the road. The kids let out a cheer, excited. Their trip was finally starting!

The first few minutes were filled with the girls laughing, chatting, or playing on their phones and Ipads. After some time had passed, an interesting conversation popped up among the kids.

“Have you guys seen a turkey as of recently?” Eloise suddenly asked while starting at her phone.

Nika and Miriam, who had been playing a game of Tic-Tac-Toe, raised their heads and gave Eloise funny looks. “Well, of course,” Nika replied.

“Me too—in the grocery store,” Miriam added. She broke up at her own joke, laughing so hard she dropped her pencil.

“Fantastic,” Eloise said, sounding completely unamused. “But it says here in the local news that someone’s prized turkey recently went missing somewhere in Dreamland.”

“I bet it’s prized because they want to eat it for Christmas dinner!” Meta Knight said, chuckling.

“Yeah, the poor turkey knew what his fate would be and wanted to avoid going to the chopping block, so he ran off,” Miriam said, smirking. “Or someone else stole him because they couldn’t afford to buy a turkey of their own.”

“I bet that turkey is now being slowly roasted in an oven—along with his heart, livers, and kidneys,” Nika giggled.

“Nika! That’s disgusting,” Springtime said, curling her lip in distaste.

“Hey, I know where they should check to find the prized turkey!” Star exclaimed.

Nika turned to look at Star in the way back. “Where?”

“The local shopping center!” Star cackled. She slapped Cloudy, who was sitting right next to her, on the shoulder. “Hey, isn’t that funny, Cloudy?”

Cloudy raised her head, an empty look in her eyes. “Huh?”

Star shot her sister an annoyed glare. “You look like you’re a million miles away! What are you thinking of?” she demanded.

Cloudy just looked out the window. “Nothing of importance,” she said.

Suddenly Nika gasped. “I just saw the prized turkey!”

“Where?” Eloise wanted to know, peering out the window to see what Nika was talking about.

“I was just kidding,” Nika said with a grin, elbowing her sister. “Just trying to get your goat.”

“You liar,” Eloise retorted.

Scazzarda couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head.

“Anyway, the prized turkey was very valuable because it came from a royal turkey family,” Eloise continued, reading from her phone.

“Royal turkey family?” Star repeated.

“Yup. Says the turkey was originally owned by a king from a different planet and was later given to a local peasant whom the king greatly admired, who gave it to some woman who sold it to the man who wrote this post and said his turkey was gone.” Eloise frowned. “He said this turkey stood out from other turkeys because it wore a blue sapphire collar.”

“Who did write this post?” Miriam wondered.

“It says his name is D.P.” Eloise scratched her head.

“Tough luck,” Cloudy said with a yawn. “Sorry you lost the turkey, Mr. What’s-Your-Name, but I hope you find it.”

“Hey, hey, Cloudy. Look. I’m recording you. I got you on video,” Nika said, pointing the lens of her phone at Cloudy.

“Get that thing out of my face,” Cloudy ordered.

“What’s your opinion on turkeys?” Nika asked without moving her phone an inch.

“What?” Cloudy asked, looking confounded. “Well, um. . .”

“I think they smell wonderful, but only when they’re being baked in the oven,” Star broke in, pushing in to get in the camera’s view and shoving Cloudy’s face against the window. “The rest of the time, they look like overgrown hairballs and smell like dead skunks.”

“Star! GET OFF MY FACE!” Cloudy yelled.

Star stopped squishing Cloudy’s face against the glass and sat back in her seat. Cloudy rubbed the side of her face with her paw to restore circulation, then shot Star an angry glare.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?” Cloudy demanded. “You nearly suffocated me!”

“I just wanted to add my opinion on turkeys,” Star explained, “but you were in my way, so I had to get you out of my fur somehow.”

“I asked Cloudy’s opinion on turkeys, not yours,” Nika told her.

Star scowled. “Ohh, so I can’t speak my thoughts and Cloudy can! So that’s the way it’s gonna be, hmm?”

“When I want your opinion, Star, I’ll ask for it,” Nika said, turning off her phone and replacing it in her handbag.

“Don’t be stupid!”

“Are you calling me stupid?” Nika demanded, glaring at Star.

“Huh?! N-No, I’m. . .calling you fat!”

“Oh, so I’m fat and stupid now, huh?”

“You’re a fatty!”

“I’m on a diet, Star.”

“Well, you’re still fat! Your mom was right to put you on a diet! You’re obese! You need to lose weight!”

“Star, I’m barely fat. Maybe you’re just jealous of my slimness while you’re the fatty.”

Star struggled to think of a retort to that. “Well, you. . .you have blond hair,” she shot back, knowing full well that the comment made no sense at all.

“And you can be such a toad!”

“Okay, you two, shut up and stop insulting one another!” Eloise commanded, rolling her eyes.

Meta Knight tried unsuccessfully to hold back his laughter, but he couldn’t. Scazzarda thought he was going to need an oxygen mask; he was laughing so hard.

“Are you okay?” Scazzarda asked, trying hard to suppress her own laughter.

Meta Knight struggled to stop laughing. “Yes, yes, I’m fine,” he said, finally getting control of himself. “But these kids are so funny!”

Scazzarda grinned. “They are, at that,” she responded.

After ten more minutes, Eloise pointed out the window to her right. “Hey, isn’t that the airport termite?”

“It’s ‘terminal’, dear,” Scazzarda corrected her. “And yes, it is.” She drove into the terminal and hunted around for a parking space. After locating a vacant one, she parked the car there and shut off the engine. “Well, this is it,” she declared. “Everybody out!”

The children unbuckled their seatbelts and threw open their doors, then ran around to the rear of the car to get their luggage. Springtime helped the children sort their baggage and get organized. After they were ready, Springtime turned to Scazzarda and said, “Well, goodbye, Scazzarda. See you sometime after the New Year.”

“I’ll be waiting for you,” Scazzarda promised. Then she looked to her son. “Goodbye, Meta Knight. See you soon, my boy.” She grinned.

Meta Knight nodded stiffly. “I will see you soon too, Mother.”

Scazzarda smiled, then bent down and wrapped her arms around Meta Knight. Meta Knight, in spite of his pride, returned the embrace, then pulled away, obviously embarrassed. Springtime suppressed a smile.

The girls, Springtime, and Meta Knight wandered across the huge terminal and stopped in front of the cafeteria. Scazzarda climbed back into her car and restarted the engine, then backed up and slowly began to drive out of the terminal. As she was about to exit, she rolled down her window and called out, “Goodbye!”

“Goodbye!” the kids chorused together, waving wildly. They stood together and watched the car as it pulled out of the terminal and was gone from view.

Springtime looked up behind her and checked the clock on the cafeteria front. “Ninety-five minutes ahead of schedule,” she said in a voice of satisfaction. “Perfect.”

“Where are Daddy and the boys?” Star asked Springtime herded the girls into the cafeteria.

“Umm. . .” Springtime checked her phone. “Ah, I received a notification a few minutes from Showerstorm telling me to meet him in the cafeteria, at the table in the far right corner.”

Cloudy squinted and peered around the cafeteria. After a moment, she spotted her dad, brothers, and her friends, Zach and Arrow.

“There they are!” Cloudy squealed, jumping up and down. She weaved her way among the tables and ran over to her father.

“Daddy!” Cloudy shouted.

“Cloudy!” Showerstorm exclaimed. “I thought you girls would never make it!”

“We’re here!” Springtime said, the crowd of girls and Meta Knight following behind her.

“Hey, honey.” Showerstorm kissed his wife. “Hey, girls. Hey, Meta Knight.”

“What gate are we going through?” Springtime wondered.

“Gate Twelve,” Showerstorm said briefly. “But first we have to check in at the desk and let the desk manager review our passports.” He picked up his luggage and told the boys to pick up theirs too. “Ready, all? Let’s roll!”

As Showerstorm collected everyone’s passports and showed them to the desk manager, Cloudy looked at the shiny linoleum floors, the freshly scrubbed walls, and the bright blue ceiling. A huge flight screen hung from the ceiling and told the dates and times at which the flights were to leave. Cloudy saw that their flight to Leupochena would leave in an hour and a half.

“Okay, now we have to put out luggage on the conveyor belt and get through the X-ray machine,” Showerstorm explained as he handed back the passports.

Cloudy was puzzled. “Why?”

Showerstorm frowned. “Why what?”

“Why do we need to have X-rays done to us?”

Showerstorm smiled. “The security officers here want to make sure we’re not carrying any hidden weapons or grenades or anything else that we’re not supposed to have.”

“Oh,” Cloudy said, but inwardly she was thinking, These people have a very strict security system!

After they had all gone through the X-rays and had their luggage checked and approved, they were good to go. They walked into a small but cozy lounge not far from the check-in desk and sat down.

Star sighed. “We’re gonna have to wait a while,” she complained.

“You’ll survive,” Eloise teased. Star made a face.

Showerstorm smiled cheerfully. “We’ll just wait here and do something fun to pass the time.”

“Oh, oh! Let’s play Twenty Questions!” Nika said happily, bouncing on the plush couch with excitement.

“Good idea,” Zach said. “I’ll go first. I’m thinking of something. Vegetable, animal, or mineral?”

“Is it a vegetable?” Cloudy asked.

Zach shook his head.

“Is it an animal?” Star said.

Zach nodded.

“Is it brown?” Waffle called.

Zach shook his head again.

“Black?” Yodi wondered.

Zach grinned. “Well, yes and no.”

Many of the children looked confused, but Cloudy smiled widely and asked, “Is it black and white?”

“Yes!” Zach exclaimed. His eyes were glowing with enthusiasm.

“Is it a dog?” Eloise cried.

Zach nodded.

“A husky puppy?” Nika said slyly.

Again Zach nodded his head. “Guess who?” he said, raising his hands over his head and spreading them out, fingers extended.

“Cloudy!” everyone hollered in unison.

“Yes!” Zach cheered. “You figured it out!”

The group played several more rounds of Twenty Questions. Then they switched to a game they called Story Circle, in which one person started a story and they went around with everyone contributing a part to the story until it was completed. Meta Knight was a very good storyteller, and the children seemed entranced by his eloquence.

After thirty minutes or so, some of the children started complaining that they were hungry or needed to use the restroom. Springtime sighed and looked questioningly at her husband.

“I’ll take the boys to the men’s restroom,” said Showerstorm. “Honey, you take the girls. Eloise, Nika, and Zach, I’ll give you some money to but something from the cafeteria since there’s not really enough food in our luggage for all of us. He looked down at Cloudy, Arrow, and Meta Knight, who were the only ones who would stay in the lounge. “Stay here, kids, and don’t get up unless you need to. Meta Knight, keep an eye on them.” And with that, he and Springtime were gone, along with the Palmer sisters and Zach.

The threesome sat quietly for a few minutes. Cloudy was getting bored and restless and she showed it in her fidgeting. She thought she might just curl up and take a nap when a loud ringing noise startled her and made her jump.

Meta Knight gave her a stricken look. “That’s my phone, Cloudy.”

“Oh.” Cloudy’s hearts was still hammering in her chest as Meta Knight left the lounge to take the call. Now Arrow and Cloudy were left alone.

The two puppies quietly sat side by side for a minute or two, admiring the red velvet on the couches and the oriental rugs. Then Arrow sported a shiny round object on the floor by the couch and bent to scoop it up. It was a quarter.

“Hey, cool!” Arrow showed his find to Cloudy. “A quarter!”

“Wow, now you’re rich. What are you gonna do with it?” Cloudy asked.

“I recall seeing a gumball machine in the cafeteria. I’m gonna buy a gumball for you,” he said. He leapt lightly off the couch. “Be right back.”

Cloudy’s eyes widened. “You mean you’re going to leave me here all alone?!”

“You parents should be back any minute,” Arrow said, “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” And before she could object, he had raced away.

Cloudy didn’t feel right about being left alone in a waiting room in the middle of a strange airport, but she decided to stay where she was. She knew that flight attendants were not too far away and that it was highly unlikely anyone would try anything dishonest in such a public place, but she still felt uneasy. She clutched her purse to herself and lay down, her head on her front paws.

Not long after Arrow’s departure, a strange man with gray eyes and jet-black hair entered the lounge with a suitcase on wheels. He looked back at the flight screen, nodded to himself, and then seated himself right beside Cloudy. She scooted over to create a little more distance between them and kept her eyes on the far corner of the room.

The man pulled out his phone and typed something. Cloudy glanced up at him and noted his features—they were rough and brusque. His eyes were steely and his hair looked as though it had been slicked back with oil. The man himself had several tattoos on his arms and looked as though he had been incarcerated before. Something about him gave Cloudy the creeps.

“Where are you off to?” the man asked without looking up from his phone.

Cloudy blinked in surprise. “Who, me?”

“Yeah.” The man tore his gaze away from his screen and frowned at her. “You’re the only one over here, aren’t ya?”

Cloudy bit her lip. She wasn’t prepared for this conversation! “Well, not exactly.”

“Looks like you’re alone to me.” He studied her with his cold gaze. She stared back, just as intently, though she felt nervous. Then like the sun breaking through the clouds, his cruel expression melted away and was replaced by a friendly smile.

“I’m Sam Danson,” he introuduced himself, extending his hand. Cloudy, after a slight pause, placed her paw in his hand.

“Where are you off to?” Sam asked.

Cloudy relaxed at his friendly tone, but reminded herself not to let her guard down. “Leupochena.”

Sam showed surprise. “Really? Me too!”

“Where are you headed to in Leupochena?” Cloudy queried.

Sam chuckled and flexed his fingers. “Well, I’m going to visit my brother Owen for Christmas.”

“That’s cool.” Cloudy smiled. “My family and friends are going to Vastre Hall.”

Sam started and stared at her. “How did you know about Vastr—” Then he checked himself and stammered, “Um, I-I mean, why are you going there?”

“We’re going to stay with my aunt’s friends,” Cloudy explained. “We’re all spending Christmas together.”

“Oh, I see. . .” Standing to his feet and muttering an excuse about having to use the restroom, he quickly hurried out of the lounge, leaving his suitcase and a very bewildered puppy behind. Cloudy thought Sam Danson acted very suspicious.

Cloudy looked at the digital clock on the flight screen and sighed irritably. It was forty minutes before their flight was to leave, and still no parents, chaperone, or kids. Cloudy was beginning to get worried. It had been almost twenty minutes since her parents had first left for the restrooms and the other children had disappeared to the cafeteria.

Cloudy sighed and dug around in her purse, then fished out a quarter. “I might as well call Mrs. Scazzarda and talk to her. I’m getting bored anyway,” she muttered. She inquired of a flight attendant as to the nearest phone booth pointed down the hallway a little ways.

Cloudy slipped into the booth and shut the door behind her, then slipped the quarter into the slot and dialed Scazzarda’s number. While she was doing so, a stranger half-hidden in the shadows crept up silently behind the telephone booth and took a piece of wood from his pocket, then wedged it under the door. Smiling in satisfaction, he hurried away and disappeared around the corner.

Cloudy sighed as she waited for Scazzarda to pick up. She wondered if perhaps she should have called during Scazzarda’s work hours, but decided it probably wouldn’t hurt. In a few minutes, Scazzarda picked up.

“Hello?” she inquired pleasantly.

“Hi, Mrs. Scazzarda. It’s Cloudy.”

“Cloudy, hello! Where are you?”

“In a phone booth at the airport. Listen, Mommy and Daddy took some of my friends and my siblings to the restroom twenty minutes ago and they’re still not back. Neither are the Palmers or Zach, and they left for the cafeteria around the same time.”

“Just calm down, dear,” Scazzarda said soothingly. “Everything will be okay. If they don’t show up within the next ten minutes, notify the police or flight attendants, okay?”

“Okay,” Cloudy said. Then she asked, “Um, just out of curiosity, have you ever heard of a guy named Sam Danson?”

“Sam Danson?” Scazzarda repeated. She thought a moment and then said, “Can’t say I have. Can you describe him?”

“Oh, yeah, He has black hair, real dark and slick, and he had these creepy gray eyes. He also wears these weird demonic-looking tattoos and he really gives me the creeps. . .”

“Did you say tattoos?” Scazzarda’s voice suddenly sounded frightened.

“Uh, yeah.” Cloudy frowned. “Why?”

“Is one of the tattoos a skull and crossbones?”

Cloudy was so astonished that it was a moment before she could speak. “Yes, that’s right. Good night, how did you know that, Miss Scazzarda?”

“What flight line is he on, Cloudburst?”

“He’s going to Leupochena, and there’s only one plane heading out at ten, so he’s probably on the same as ours.”

A cry of alarm suddenly broke from Scazzarda, startling Cloudy. “Oh, no! Cloudburst, whatever you do, do not get on the flight with him! He’s dangerous!” Then came a click and the dial tone, indicating the connection had been cut off.

“Hello? Hello?” Cloudy tried to restore the connection, but to no avail. Scazzarda must have hung up on her for some reason. Cloudy frowned, wondering why Scazzarda had acted so afraid. Did she know Sam Danson?

“I’ll just get back to the lounge and wait for the others,” Cloudy said. She tried to open the glass door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“What the heck?” Cloudy muttered, trying again to shove it open. Nothing happened. She peered at the lock, thinking she might have accidentally locked herself in, but that wasn’t the cause. She looked outside, and to her chagrin, she saw the wedge.

“I’m locked in the telephone booth!” Cloudy gasped.

Book 2: Be Not Afraid

 

Chapter Two: Surprise Announcement

 

Meta Knight walked steadily along the trail, Cloudy curled up in his arms. As he walked, he told Cloudy about his life and family—some parts of which were shocking and sad.

“My wife left me not long after Liloy became a teenager,” Meta Knight explained, his voice full of sorrow.

“Why?” Cloudy asked, then clapped a paw over her mouth as she realized how rude that was. “Oh, I’m sorry, that was not polite. . .”

“It’s okay,” Meta Knight assured her. “She divorced me because she didn’t love me.”

“Then why did she even marry you in the first place?” Cloudy demanded. “I don’t get that!”

Meta Knight shrugged and shifted Cloudy a little. “Who can say?” He took a deep breath and continued, “My son, Gregory, abuses drugs and drinks heavily.”

“Drugs?! Drinks?!” Horror in her eyes, Cloudy stared at Meta Knight, who looked away, unable to stand her look.

“Yes. My son-in-law, Tilry, is in the hospital with cancer.” On and on he went, explaining about his children and other relatives. But Cloudy found it rather odd that he mentioned nothing about his father or even who his father was.

By and by, they reached the beginning of the trail. Meta Knight halted, not remembering which way to go. “Left or right, Cloudy?” he asked. When there was no reply, he looked down, and to his surprise, saw Cloudy asleep in his arms, her breathing slow and steady. He smiled at how calm and quiet she was and how adorable she looked when she was asleep.

“I hate to wake her,” Meta Knight sighed, “but we need to get back to her house before we get stuck in the dark.” He cleared his throat and gently tapped Cloudy’s back. “Cloudy, wake up.”

“Hmm?” Cloudy murmured, opening one eye. She must have dozed off. “What? Where’s the fire?”

“We’ve reached the beginning of the trail. Where from here?”

“Ummm. . .” Cloudy cracked open her other eye, lifted her head, and looked around. After a few seconds of deduction, she jerked her head to the left. “That way.”

“Very well.”

Meta Knight turned left and continued on his way. Ten minutes later, they reached the beginning of Whispy Woods. He walked out of the woods, but halted at the edge, From where he stood, he saw other children playing on Cloudy’s property. A few puppies and humanoid children were darting around and tumbling over each other, screaming and laughing and having a great time. Meta Knight recognized most of them from the Thanksgiving feast. But as he gazed at the happy kids, a wave of sadness washed over him. He had never had a wonderful childhood because of his father’s abuse, but Meta Knight hadn’t told Cloudy that yet. He wasn’t sure he was ready to trust her with such a dark secret.

“Ah, that is a lot of children over at your place today,” Meta Knight commented.

Cloudy beamed and leaped from his arms. “Aw, those are my siblings and friends. You’ve met them before,” she said. “Let’s go over and greet them.”

Meta Knight nodded and followed Cloudy across the pasture. Of course, the fence down the middle hindered them, but Meta Knight wasn’t fazed in the slightest. He put his right hand on the top rail, boosted himself, then swung himself over to the other side. Cloudy slipped between the fence rails.

“Hey, that was a cool jump you did,” Cloudy complimented Meta Knight.

“Thank you, child,” Meta Knight said lightly. “I’m able to do certain stunts. I learned them in the GSA.”

“What’s the GSA?” Cloudy asked.

“The Galaxy Soldier Army, also known as the Star Warrior Army. Star Warriors fight together in this army and work together to attack monsters and try to take down Nightmare.” Meta Knight chuckled. “One day, you could join the GSA too.”

Cloudy looked up at him, her green eyes serious. “Of course I will,” she said calmly.

Meta Knight frowned a little at her expression, wondering why she didn’t take her job as a Star Warrior more lightly. Most Star Warriors did. As he gazed at her face, he wondered if perhaps she was one of those rare Star Warriors who believed duty came before play or lightheartedness.

At that moment, Springtime and Showerstorm appeared on the porch and Springtime called, “Keep it down, please, children!” Just then, she caught sight of Cloudy out in the pasture standing with someone Springtime thought she recognized, but wasn’t sure.

“Hi, Mommy!” Cloudy shouted, running over to her parents. Meta Knight followed more sedately behind. “Hi, Daddy!”

“My dear, who is your friend?” Showerstorm wanted to know.

“This is Meta Knight, Scazzarda’s son,” Cloudy replied.

“I thought his name was Magnet,” Sniper said with a smirk. “And I see he’s still rolling out the Halloween costume.”

“Sniper, shhh! Mind your manners!” Springtime reprimanded him.

“His name is Magnus Stellarum, but he wishes to be called Meta Knight,” answered Cloudy, shooting Sniper a dirty look. “Anyway, I went to visit his mom, but she wasn’t home, so I met up with Meta Knight and he wanted to take me home, so I let him, and he told me about his fa—” Cloudy quickly shut her mouth, realizing that Meta Knight’s family was not a public subject to be discussed, but rather a matter to be handled in private.

“He told you about his what, honey?” Springtime asked.

“Later,” Cloudy muttered to Springtime under her breath. Then she smiled. “Well, he’s a nice person and I like him and he’s my friend. I’d like to keep visiting him and he to visit me, if that’s okay with you.”

“We’ll see, honey,” said Springtime. No way was she letting one of her children visit someone they barely knew without first checking their history.

Cloudy turned to Meta Knight. “Let me introduce you to my family,” she said cheerfully. She gestured to her mom and dad and said, “These are my parents, Springtime and Showerstorm.””So nice to meet you, Ma—um, Meta Knight,” Springtime gently told him.

“Yes, we’re very pleased to make your acquaintance,” Showerstorm said formally.

Cloudy then turned and pointed with her paw to each of her siblings in turn, telling Meta Knight their names. “These are Sniper, Sharkell, Yodi, Pancake, Waffle, and Azalea-Star, better known as Star.” The she smiled. “And I suppose you remember my friends’ names?”

Meta Knight smiled. “Not really.”

Moving over to a dark-skinned humanoid girl with brown eyes and glossy black hair, Cloudy said, “This is Miriam Capperdale, my very best friend. She’s eight. And these—” She gestured to two blond-haired twins. “—are Eloise and Nika Palmer. They’re eight too.” Then she stepped over to the last child, a brown-haired boy with sparkling hazel eyes. “And last but not least, this is Zach Linky. He’s nine.”

“It is very nice to meet you all,” Meta Knight said quietly.

“You too, Meta Knight,” Nika responded.

Springtime smiled, glad that she had trained Cloudy to be so polite. Even if none of them particularly knew Meta Knight that well, they still wanted him to feel at home.

After the introductions, for a long moment, there was silence. No one knew what to say. They all stood around and glanced at one another, uncertain what to do next.

“Kids,” Springtime said brightly, breaking the awkward pause, “I just baked some blueberry pie. Anyone want some?”

“Yeah!” the kids cheered.

Just then, a gray car cruised down the road and pulled off onto the grass outside the pasture’s fence. The driver’s door opened and out stepped a pretty humanoid woman with blond hair and dark green eyes. “Hey, all!” she called, opening the gate and entering, then walking over to the others. “It’s so nice to see you all again!”

A warm smile spread across Springtime’s face. “Hello, Scazzarda!” she said. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“I’m glad to be here,” said Scazzarda. Her eyes landed on Meta Knight, who avoided her gaze. “Hello, Magnus. What are you doing here?”

“Mother, do not call me Magnus. My name is Meta Knight. And as for my business being here, I brought Cloudy back to her house. I wanted to meet her family.”

“Why were you away from your house, honey?” Scazzarda asked Cloudy.

“I wanted to visit you, but you weren’t home, and I met Meta Knight and we became friends,” Cloudy explained.

Scazzarda grinned. “I’m so glad you did! My son is very withdrawn and never seems to like talking to a lot of people outside his family. I’m surprised he took a fancy to you.” She gave Meta Knight a questioning look.

“There’s something special about this child,” was all Meta Knight would say. “And I do not mean because she is the Prophesied One.”

Cloudy knit her brow. What did Meta Knight mean by that? It wasn’t as if she were above everyone else.

“Ahem,” Springtime broke in. “Children, Showerstorm and I need to discuss something with you.”

The children instantly perked up and gave her their full attention. “Yes, Mommy?” said Sharkell.

Springtime drew herself up and smiled. “Showerstorm and I are going to take you kids to Cloudy’s aunt’s friend’s house at Vastre Hall for Christmas. Of course, Miriam, the twins, and Zach all have to get their parents’ permission to come with us.”

“When do we leave?” Star asked.

“Tomorrow,” replied Springtime.

“Cool,” said Eloise. “If my dad and mom let us go, then Miriam can come too.”

“My parents will let me go if the rest of you can,” Zach said. “Oh, by the way, is it okay to invite Arrow?”

“Certainly,” said Showerstorm.

Cloudy grinned, feeling very excited now. Arrow was one of Cloudy’s friends from school. He was a gray Malamute with brown eyes and a curious personality. Cloudy suspected that Arrow actually liked her, though he had never told her so.

Springtime clapped her front paws together. “Then it’s settled. If you parents give permission, pack your bags and meet us here at the house tomorrow morning around seven.”

“How long will we be gone?” Miriam asked.

“Once New Year’s Day is over, we’ll start our trip home. You kids are on Christmas vacation now, correct?”

The children all nodded. “We start classes again a few days after the New Year,” Sniper replied.

“Good,” Springtime said with a smile.

Eloise raised her hand. “How are we going to be traveling?”

Showerstorm chuckled. “We’re gonna take to the sky!”

Gasps arose from all the children. “We’re going to fly?!” Pancake exclaimed.

“That’s correct.”

“Wow!” Waffle squealed. “We’re going to fly! I’ve always wanted to fly!”

“So have I!” Star said.

Springtime raised an eyebrow. “Of course, we will probably need an extra chaperone for the trip. Cloudy, can your teacher do it?”

“Nope. Mrs. Ivy’s going away with her boyfriend for Christmas,” Cloudy said.

“Oh.” Springtime turned to her friend. “Scazzarda, do you want to do it?”

Scazzarda frowned a little. “I mean, I’d love to, but we don’t get a break from work until Christmas Eve. . .But maybe Magnus can do it.”

“Meta Knight?” Springtime asked in surprise. “I don’t even know him that well.”

Cloudy felt a stab of sympathy as Meta Knight looked at the ground. Meta Knight was one of the nicest warriors Cloudy had ever met, and she felt certain he was capable of being a good chaperone.

Scazzarda laughed and put an arm on her son’s shoulder. “Oh, Magnus is very kind and good, and he loves children. He’s very dedicated to protecting them with his whole life.”

Meta Knight sighed. “I will do it if you need me that badly.”

“Well, it’s not like we’re dying for a chaperone,” Sniper said roughly, the words coming out a little more rudely than he intended. Cloudy stared at her brother, shocked that he would be so rude to an adult.

“Well, excuse me!” Nika said sharply. “Sniper, apologize to Meta Knight. That was so rude.”

Sniper rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m sorry.”

“That is all right,” Meta Knight said gently.

Springtime cleared her throat, attempting to relieve some of the tension. “Ummm, okay. Meta Knight, you’re the chaperone.”

Meta Knight nodded seriously, his eyes steely.

“Meet here early tomorrow morning,” Showerstorm said. “Pack plenty of jackets and sweaters ‘cause it is chilly up at Vastre Hall. This meeting is now adjourned!”

“This meeting is now what?” Star asked.

Showerstorm laughed. “Adjourned means over, sweetie. The meeting is now over. You kids can go back to whatever you were doing before.”

“Righteous, dudes!” Sniper said. Showerstorm raised an eyebrow at his eldest son, wondering where he had picked up that expression, then shrugged. No use worrying about it, he told himself. It was probably better not to know—if you believed in Sniper, that is.

The children dispersed into different areas of the pasture. Meta Knight was about to walk after Cloudy when Showerstorm placed a paw on his arm. “Meta Knight, wait. We need to talk to you a moment,” he said.

“Yes,” Springtime agreed. “Come with us.” To Scazzarda she shouted, “Hey, Scazzarda, can you watch the children for a few minutes?”

“Sure thing!” Scazzarda replied.

“Thank you!” Springtime called. “Let’s get inside,” she said to her husband and Meta Knight.

Meta Knight, feeling very uneasy, turned and followed the two adults inside. Cloudy watched the three, her eyes filled with puzzlement and a hint of darkness. Without a word to the others, she got up and crept over to the front door as soon as it was shut, pressing her ear to it to listen.

 

* * * * *

 

Meta Knight stood in the parlor as Springtime and Showerstorm sat in front of him, their expressions serious. The doors and windows were all shut and the curtains drawn because this was a private conversation.

“Meta Knight,” Springtime said, “we need to ask you about your history. I know Scazzarda says you’re kind and all—and we don’t doubt her—but we just need to check for ourselves.”

Meta Knight dropped his gaze to the floor. “If you really want to know about my history, ask your daughter,” he said darkly. “She knows a lot from my past.”

Springtime looked startled. “You mean Cloudy?” Meta Knight nodded. “What did you tell her?”

Meta Knight shrugged unhappily. “I married a woman a few years ago, but she divorced me because she didn’t love me. I have a younger sister named Tourmaline who was kicked out of the house at age ten because she became a Christian. I never saw her again after that.”

Springtime’s face showed pure horror. “Oh my word.”

“I have two foster children named Gregory and Liloy. Gregory is nineteen and drinks and severely abuses drugs. Liloy is seventeen and is expecting, and she is very sweet and kind like my mother. She is married to her cousin, Tilry, who is dying of cancer.”

Showerstorm and Springtime stared at him as though he were the worst criminal on the planet. Meta Knight cringed at their looks, but continued on.

“My wife hated me and divorced me not long after Liloy reached adolescence. My uncle, Magnus, whom I was named after, is very cruel and wicked, as well as his brother, Exia. My mother, as well as I, suffer from their abuse, but the worst possible abuse comes from my father.” Instantly, Meta Knight faltered and tried to take back what he had said. “I-I mean. . .”

Springtime’s shocked look morphed into one of alarm. “What?! You were abused by your father?!”

Showerstorm sighed and placed a paw to his head. “It never ends, does it. . .”

“Who is your father?” asked Springtime.

Meta Knight clenched his fists. “I cannot tell you!” he exclaimed. “You will all reject me if I do!”

“Why would you say that?” Showerstorm wondered.

Meta Knight felt like he was going to scream in anger and hatred, but he didn’t. “Because my father is Nightmare!” he burst out before he could stop himself. His eyes grew wide and he took a few steps back, realizing he had just let out his most painful secret.

Springtime gasped and Showerstorm’s face grew darker than the clouds gathered in the sky. Nightmare. . .

“You cannot be serious.” Showerstorm’s voice was full of disdain and rage. “How could a nice knight like you be the son of that wicked, wicked demon?”

Meta Knight didn’t answer. He turned his back on Springtime and Showerstorm, trembling. Springtime bit her lip in anxiety and glanced up at her husband, who shrugged, his eyes full of sorrow. Both were at a loss for words. How were they supposed to have known that Meta Knight had been so severely abused by the worst-feared demon in the universe?

“Meta Knight, sweetie, I’m sorry,” Springtime said, her voice dripping with empathy. She placed her paw gently on his arm. “I’m sorry you went through all that. . .I had no idea. . .”

Showerstorm nodded in agreement. “I’m sorry, too, Meta Knight.” There was nothing else he could say. What could he say anyway? He was practically speechless at Meta Knight’s now-revealed secret.

Meta Knight, feeling emotionally broken, began to cry. Springtime felt terrible for him. She wanted so badly to help him, but knew there was a limit at which she must refrain from helping others. Only God could surpass the boundaries and supply the real healing. Before she knew it, she had wrapped Meta Knight in a warm embrace, hugging him tightly, comforting him as best she could. Meta Knight wrapped his arms around her neck and cried into her fur, desperately wanting and needing comfort. Springtime was more than willing to give it to him.

“Mommy?” Cloudy said quietly, opening the door and stepping inside. Springtime jumped a little upon seeing her daughter.

“Cloudy, what are you doing here?” she exclaimed. “Were you listening to our conversation?”

Cloudy looked sheepish. “Uh, maybe?”

“Cloudy!” Showerstorm said sharply.

“Okay, okay!” Cloudy cried. “Yes, I was! I’m an eavesdropper! Are you happy?”

“And how much did you understand?” Springtime asked.

Cloudy shook her head in disbelief. “Meta Knight was abused by his dad, Nightmare.”

Showerstorm sighed heavily. “Do you even know what abuse is, child?”

Cloudy shrugged. “More or less?” she confessed. “It’s like mistreatment of a person or animal, and it can come in several different forms.”

Showerstorm nodded. “You’re right,” he said.

Springtime placed a paw on her head, her eyes revealing pure shock. “How could something so horrible as this have happened and we never knew it?” she questioned softly. “We live not far from the Stellarums.”

Showerstorm looked straight into his wife’s eyes and his voice was shaking slightly as he replied, “Maybe we never cared enough to go look for others in trouble.”

There was a dead silence as mom, dad, and child stared into each other’s eyes, silently communicating their thoughts. “Cloudy was brave enough to go out into the unknown and she found Meta Knight,” Springtime said finally. “What a strong girl.”

Cloudy just shrugged. She didn’t want praise. She just wanted Meta Knight to be safe from harm. Walking over to her newfound friend, she asked, Mommy and Daddy, promise me you won’t tell anyone Meta Knight’s origins?”

Meta Knight instantly became tense and Springtime knew he was scared—scared that others wouldn’t want or love him if they knew where he came from. She couldn’t let that happen. “Of course we won’t tell, honey,” Springtime said quickly.

“Never in a million years,” Showerstorm promised.

“Thanks,” Cloudy said softly, inwardly relieved.

Meta Knight disentangled himself from Springtime’s embrace and picked up Cloudy. “Thank you all,” he said calmly, though his voice was strained.

Cloudy gazed up at him, her emerald eyes clear and solemn. “You’re welcome.”

Meta Knight gently hugged Cloudy to himself and Cloudy licked his hand in appreciation of his kindness. Then he set her down, opened the front door, and stepped onto the porch

“Meta Knight?” Showerstorm called out tentatively.

Meta Knight turned. “Yes.”

“You’re welcome to come back anytime and visit our kids,” he said.

Meta Knight’s eyes glowed a light blue. “Thank you very much—and I will,” the knight answered. Then he turned and walked down the steps.

Cloudy trotted over to her parents and settled herself between them. “I’m so glad he’s my friend,” she said.

“And we’re glad he’s yours,” Springtime replied, ruffling her daughter’s fur.

 

Book 1: Thankful Hearts

Chapter Seven: Count Your Blessings

 

Star yawned. “Isn’t Cloudy back from talking to that bratty girl?” she grumbled, glancing at the sky. “From the position of the sun, I’d say it’s almost five o’clock or so.”

“Aw, be patient,” Arrow said. “She’ll be here.”

Scazzarda nodded in agreement. “She’ll come when she’s ready.”

Then Star heard something. From her right came the sound of someone running, and she leaped up eagerly, expecting to see Cloudy returning. But to her consternation, it wasn’t Cloudy at all. It was Wylanda!

“Oh, no,” Sharkell muttered. “What is she doing here?”

Wylanda slowed and walked right up to the group. Star bristled and backed away from the girl, baring her fangs.

“Why are you here?” Arrow coldly asked.

To Star’s surprise, Wylanda didn’t mock or make fun of them as expected. Instead, she seemed very contrite and kind. “I know exactly why you’re acting afraid of me, and in no way do I blame you,” Wylanda said, pressing her palms together. “I just wanted to say that I regret all the mean things I’ve done to you, and I’m sorry.”

“Huh?!” Star stared, speechless, at her. This wasn’t the Wylanda they had always known!

“Whoa, talk about a drastic personality change,” Zach said to Star under his breath.

“Yeah. Since when is she so friendly and nice?” Star said to herself. She was getting suspicious, certain this was some sort of trick to win their trust.

Wylanda looked around at their stern, cold expressions and sighed. “Cloudy finally showed me the truth, and I accepted Christ,” she explained. “He’s changed me from the inside-out. I’ve made a commitment to Him, and I will never go back to my old lifestyle.”

Sniper and Sharkell looked at each other, their eyes wide. Scazzarda frowned. Wylanda seemed so sincere—but how could they trust she really had changed?

“Prove to us that you’re not the same person you were,” Nika challenged. “How do we know you’re really saved? Do we know it’s not a trick?”

“It’s not a trick,” came a familiar feminine voice from behind Wylanda. Cloudy stepped into view, the porcelain rose lightly bumping against her chest with every movement. The children seemed confused by her wearing the necklace, but made no comment.

The knight took a step back. “Cloudburst,” he breathed, but said no other words.

“Wylanda is changed,” Cloudy said firmly. “She is now a daughter of the King.”

“How wonderful!” Scazzarda said, taking Wylanda in her arms and hugging her. “I’m so happy for you, child.”

Wylanda embraced her in return. “Thank you.” Then she glanced up at Scazzarda’s bright blond hair into which was stuck the white rose. She reached up to touch one of the soft petals. “You’re wearing a rose!”

“Naturally. It’s Thanksgiving,” Scazzarda said. “And in Dreamland, the symbol of gratitude is a rose!”

“I know!” Wylanda said. “That’s kind of cool.” She scratched her head. “But I wonder why? Why a rose?”

Scazzarda put an arm across Wylanda’s shoulder. “The rose was chosen specifically because many of our Pilgrim ancestors associated the rose with Jesus.”

“What does Jesus have to do with Thanksgiving?” Star asked. “I mean, I get He brought our ancestors safely to Dreamland and all, but I don’t get. . .”

“Well, dear, let me explain,” Scazzarda said. “See, Jesus is more associated with the theme of Thanksgiving, which is gratitude. When we get saved, how should we respond to Christ for saving us?”

Star’s eyes shone as brightly as her name. “Thanksgiving!” she exclaimed. “Gratitude! Of course!”

“Exactly, my dear!” Scazzarda went on. “Anyway, these Pilgrims chose the rose because of the symbols the flower held.”

“What do you mean?” Yodi asked.

“You know how a rose can have thorns?” Scazzarda asked. Several of the children nodded. “Well, the Pilgrims associated that with the crown of thorns, or the suffering and agony Christ had to endure on the cross.”

Cloudy gasped and Star seemed intrigued.

“Most people think red is the main color of rose petals, so the Pilgrims chose that color to represent Jesus’ blood, or the cleansing of our sins.”

“Golly!” Arrow exclaimed. “I never knew any of this stuff before!”

Scazzarda gently hushed him and then continued, “And lastly, the green of the stem and leaves represents rebirth, or the renewal of our bodies and spirits in eternal life.” She looked away across the pasture and up, gesturing to the sky, and everyone looked up. What they saw made their hearts nearly skip a beat.

The sun was setting, fading behind the thick greenery of Whispy Woods. Blue, purple, and gold entwined in one marvelous spiral of color to create an unusual-looking but picturesque painting of God’s spectacular handiwork. White flamed the edges of the clouds stretching away beyond the peak of Mount Moonstem, and the edges of the usually-golden sun seemed tinged with red fire. The mountain peak was a dusky blueish-gray in the fading light.

The children were captured by the awe of it all. “Truly God’s the Master Designer of this wonderful world!” Star whispered.

“No one can ever paint such a glorious sunset as well as God can,” Cloudy said to Wylanda, who nodded her head.

“Thanks be to God,” Scazzarda murmured. “It’s by His mercy we are able to stand here before Him and admire His handiwork. It’s by His grace that we are not struck dead by His hand right now.”

“Amen,” Eloise said. Then she looked to Wylanda. “Oh, um, by the way, Wylanda, I wanted to apologize for those awful things I said to you. I didn’t mean it, really.”

“Apology accepted,” Wylanda said, then looked around at the group with a smile on her face. “So, does this mean we’re all friends now?”

“Well, of course!” Miriam said, dashing over to Wylanda. “We’re friends now!”

“Cool,” Wylanda said. “Well, what do you want to do first?”

“I think the feast will take place in forty-five minutes or so,” Eloise said, looking at her watch. “Let’s go to the house and help set up the picnic tables Mrs. Turner provided.”

Wylanda started to walk toward the house, but halted and looked back at the knight. His sun-colored eyes glared at her from beneath his mask, his body wrapped in his cape. Wylanda wanted to say how much she was sorry for insulting him, but felt too afraid to approach him. Instead, she smiled apologetically, hoping that would communicate the message. He seemed to understand what she was trying to tell him, for he kindly nodded. Feeling better, Wylanda ran off to join her friends.

Scazzarda chuckled as she watched the kids start a game of tag on their way to the house. “Magnus, what do you think of those children?”

The knight’s eyes landed on Cloudy, her green eyes sparkling in the last light of the sun, her kind smile seeming to illuminate the dark, her necklace swaying rhythmically from side to side as she darted left and right, trying to deviate the others from touching her. There was something about her that set her apart from the rest of the children, but he wasn’t sure what.

“They’re different,” was all he would say.

 

* * * * *

 

Showerstorm caught Cloudy and Star as they were trying to push two picnic tables in line with one another. “Psst,” he whispered, handing each of them a large bucket. “Go out and collect as much money as you can from the people here—that is, if they want to donate. Okay?”

“Why?” Star asked.

“Don’t ask questions. Just go.”

Star looked like she was about to argue, but Cloudy stopped her with a warning look. Star looked puzzled as the two sisters walked off together through the crowd. “Why are we doing this?” she whispered.

Cloudy gave her a surprised look. “Don’t you remember? It’s for Miriam’s mom,” she said. Then she added in a whisper, “But don’t tell them until Mommy says so.”

“Okay,” Star agreed, and the two sisters went to work collecting money.

 

* * * * *

 

Springtime smiled nervously as the people filed among the row of picnic tables and took their seats. All the tables were arranged vertically except for one in front of the house, which was arranged horizontally. That was the table at which Springtime, Showerstorm, the Covens, and the Stellarums would sit.

“It’s starting in a minute,” Miriam said to her mother. The two were standing together on the porch.

Meredith groaned and placed a hand to her forehead. “I don’t even know why you brought me out here. I don’t feel good.”

“Cloudy said her parents had a surprise for us, but wouldn’t say what it was,” Miriam said.

Cloudy rushed up the steps and stopped before mother and daughter. “Are you guys gonna join the feast?” she asked.

“Yes,” Miriam said gravely.

Meredith sighed. “Sure, I suppose so. But I’m not feeling very well.”

“That’s expected when you’re having a baby,” Cloudy said nonchalantly, her eyes roaming over the packed crowds.

Meredith started. “What did you say?”

“You’re pregnant, Mom!” Miriam cheered. “Miss Springtime said so!”

Meredith was stunned. Slowly the tears filled her eyes. “A-A baby?” she murmured.

Miriam nodded and did a pirouette.

“Okay, everyone, welcome to our Thanksgiving feast!” Springtime announced into a megaphone. “We’re pleased and proud that you would join us, and we will say grace in a few moments. But first,” she said, “we have a special surprise to present to a Mrs. Meredith Capperdale and her daughter, Miriam. Please come here.”

Meredith and Miriam looked at each other and Miriam shrugged. The two walked sedately down the steps and over to the front table.

Springtime cleared her throat and looked to her husband, who picked up the two buckets and pushed them toward Meredith. “This is to help pay off your loans,” he said in a low tone.

Meredith peered into one of the buckets and gave a sound gasp. “Good grief!” she cried out. “How much is in here?!”

“There’s just as much in the other one!” Miriam exclaimed.

Showerstorm winked at his wife and picked up a third bucket, bigger than the other two, and pushed it to Meredith. The woman’s eyes were wide. “We sent out a third recruit to gather money when Star and Cloudy got tired,” he said, casting his gaze on Nika. She smiled proudly.

“So this is for you, Meredith, and we hope you will be able to stay in this neighborhood,” Springtime concluded. She looked out toward the audience. “And I’d like to extend out warmest and sincerest thanks for all those who donated to help this family!”

There was a thunderous applause and cheers and whistles filled the air. Meredith was speechless and shocked while Miriam was amazed. The two looked to Cloudy, but she shook her head and pointed to her parents. “It was their idea,” she mouthed.

Meredith smiled warmly. “Thank you,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “I will pay these loans back as soon as we get home.”

At the word “home,” Miriam cheered and began dancing around. Everyone laughed and smiled at the little girl.

“And now to proceed with the feast,” Springtime said once everyone had quieted down and taken their seats. “But before we do, I want to give an overview of our history and how we came to celebrate this special holiday.
“Three hundred years ago, the Pilgrims left their home in Leudon and sailed on the Moonflower to escape religious persecution in their hometown from James I,” she began. “They sailed for sixty-five days before finally reaching the place which we call Dreamland. Many died that first winter, but when spring came, Indians such as Squinto, Missosoit, and Sumosot helped them and taught the Pilgrims many things. And that first fall in the New World, they had a huge feast. That feast day became known to the world as Thanksgiving.”

Then she held up a rose, apparently snipped off one of Cloudy’s rosebushes. “This rose became the symbol for gratitude, and we will have Scazzarda Stellarum explain why.”

As Scazzarda again explained the meaning of the rose, Cloudy looked around at the joyous crowd and smiled. She thought over the events of the past two weeks. Just a few days ago Miriam’s family was in debt, Wylanda was a jerk, and nothing seemed to be going right. But now Miriam could stay in Spring Breeze, Wylanda was saved, and everything had turned out wonderfully. Cloudy knew only the hand of the Lord Himself could have worked things out in such a mighty and marvelous way.

“And now,” Springtime said when Scazzarda had finished, “we will have a few stand up and say what they are thankful for.”

A young woman stood up. “I’m thankful for my husband and my family and for the grace the Lord has shown, thought I went astray in previous years while battling drugs and rehab,” she said.

A middle-aged man was next. “I’m thankful my wife, though she’s ill with cancer, is still alive, and that I’m able to be with her at the hospital. I’m thankful for my children and what they are becoming.”

“I’m thankful for my mommy and baby brother,” a little girl about three years old said.

Wylanda then stood. “I’m thankful for my best friends and that I’m a child of the King—and that we’re all able to be here tonight as God’s family,” she said firmly.

Miriam was next. “I’m so grateful for my unborn sibling and for the fact that God is with us and that I’m able to stay in this neighborhood,” she said.

A few more people went before Cloudy stood and prepared to say what she was thankful for. Her eyes landed on the knight, who was holding his mother’s hand. Scazzarda smiled at him, and his eyes glowed light blue.

Cloudy lifted her head and said strongly, “I have many things I am thankful for, but before I begin, I want to say something.
“I am aware many here are struggling with past trauma, and I will not say I can relate, because I cannot. But I can tell you this: If you have the Lord Jesus Christ in your life, you are in good hands. The Lord will preserve you if you trust Him.
“I am also aware that many here may not have ever made a personal choice to accept the Lord. If so, the time is now. Today is the day of salvation; don’t wait any longer. You’re not promised tomorrow, nor your next breath.”

Springtime listened to her daughter speak these bold words and smiled at her husband. He nodded imperceptibly and listened.

“And now for my thankfulness list: I am thankful for my family and my friends. I am thankful that we are all here to tonight. I am thankful that I have shelter, food, water, a good school, and good hygiene,” Cloudy said. Some people chuckled at the last statement. “But most importantly, I am thankful that Jesus is my Friend and that He will never forsake me or leave me. I am thankful Jesus is Jesus!”

Everyone began to clap. It started out quietly and then grew louder and louder until Cloudy thought she would become deaf. She pinned down her ears to block out the roar of the mass of clapping hands and paws. The applause went on for so long that finally Springtime had to stop it.

“Now who wants to say grace?” Showerstorm asked.

“I will,” Scazzarda volunteered.

While Scazzarda payed for God’s blessing over the food, Cloudy looked over at the knight. He seemed ill at ease and rather uncomfortable with the fact that his mother was praying. Cloudy felt a bit concerned and sorry for him. He didn’t strike her as the kind to trust others, and she felt it had something to do with his past. She made up her mind to be his personal friend. So while the others were praying, she quickly grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and scribbled down a short but powerful poem. She folded it carefully and tucked it away as Scazzarda finished her prayer.

“Now let the feast begin!” Springtime announced.

As happy hands passed around the food from table to table, Miriam leaned over and whispered to Cloudy, “Isn’t it amazing what the Lord can do?”

“Yes,” Cloudy said softly—and she meant it.

Book 1: Thankful Hearts

Chapter Six: The Talk

 

Cloudy hurried around the corner of her house, ignoring the temptation to stop and smell the tantalizing scent of the roses, and went to the back. There, her back to the brick wall, sat Wylanda. Her face was buried in her hands and she sat, motionless. No one else was in sight.

Cloudy started to approach Wylanda but hesitated. She had no clue how Wylanda would react after Eloise’s thoughtless words, but Cloudy couldn’t let a little thing like that stop her from helping Wylanda.

Cloudy cleared her throat. “Wylanda?”

Wylanda raised her head and glared at the puppy. “Well, what do you want? I’m not exactly in a talkative mood right now.”

“I just wanted to see how you were,” Cloudy explained.

Wylanda’s baleful look gave way to one of blankness. Slowly she put her right hand in her dress pocket and withdrew a kitchen knife. Cloudy’s eyes grew wide as saucers. Did Wylanda intend to stab her?

“What are you doing with that?” Cloudy quickly asked, backing away. She recognized the knife as one of her own family’s.

Wylanda sighed and set the knife on the ground, much to Cloudy’s relief. “I snagged it when I first arrived here and had to use the restroom.”

“Why?” Cloudy asked, bewildered.

Wylanda scowled, her face a mask of anger. “Why do I need to tell you that? You’re a little kid; you wouldn’t understand.”

Cloudy was ready with her answer. “Little kids understand a whole lot more than most think they do.”

Wylanda blinked, astonished at the reply. Then she shook her head and sighed again. “Okay, I guess I might as well tell you.” She crossed her arms. “I was going to stab myself.”

“You were going to do what?!” Cloudy gasped. Wylanda’s words sent a shock wave throughout her body. “W-Why would you ever dream of doing such an awful thing to yourself?!”

Wylanda’s dark eyes snapped. “Look, I hate my life. I hate my parents. I hate my school. And I hate you. So back off and leave me to do what I came here to do.” She reached for the knife.

Quick as a flash of lightning, Cloudy leaped forward and grabbed the knife handle in her teeth. “No,” she said sternly, shaking her head vigorously. “I can’t let you do this to yourself.”

“Oh, quit messing with me. Give me the knife.”

“No” Cloudy repeated.

“Give it to me!”

“No!”

Wylanda stood up and attempted to snatch the knife, but Cloudy backpedaled and Wylanda tripped, falling facefirst on the ground. She shook her head as she sat up, her eyes blank.

“Wylanda,” Cloudy said in a more gentle tone, “why would you want to kill yourself just because you hate everything about your life? And how can you hate everything anyway? What about your fancy belongings and everything?”

Wylanda sighed and brushed the dirt off her clothes. “Can’t you see, Cloudy?”

“See what?”

“You’re so gullible you actually fell for what I said,” Wylanda said, misery overshadowing her face. Cloudy raised an eyebrow, not understanding. “I lied, Cloudy. I don’t have jewels or live in a big mansion, nor am I rich. My parents use every cent of their savings in order to help me pay for therapy and school.”

“You lied?” Cloudy was astonished. She had never known Wylanda to admit anything like that. “But why?”

“Because I was jealous of you,” Wylanda went on. “You have a happy home, wonderful parents who love you and care for you, and good friends and an amazing school. But I, the lone jerk, didn’t want you to make fun of me because I was poor, so I pretended I had more than you did.”

Cloudy sat down and laid the knife on the ground, keeping one paw on the flat on the blade. “Wylanda, I would never have judged you. Miriam is poor too, and I don’t judge her.”

“Why not?” Wylanda asked, searching Cloudy’s eyes. “Don’t you care about having friends of your social status?”

Cloudy became angry. “Okay, you listen here, Wylanda Coven. I don’t care about my friends’ social statuses any more than I care about watering my rosebushes. All I care about is if my friends are right with God. The heart is what matters. And I’m sick of people rejecting others who are supposedly beneath them or not up to their standards. Have you not heard that God created each person equal and with tremendous value?”

Wylanda was briefly startled by Cloudy’s strong response, but relaxed and answered, “Yeah, I’ve heard it.”

“Do you believe it?” the puppy challenged.

Wylanda cast her gaze to the ground. “Well. . .I don’t. . .I don’t really know. I guess?”

“Do you think I have tremendous value in the eyes of God?”

Wylanda kept her eyes on the grass for the longest time. When she finally looked up, Cloudy saw tears in her eyes. “How can I?” she whispered. “I came from a bad family.”

“Came?” Cloudy repeated. “You mean you had a different family before your current one?”

“Mother and Father Coven are my foster parents,” Wylanda explained. “They adopted me after my parents abandoned me on the sidewalk after I was born.”

Cloudy was aghast. “W-Why on earth?”

“They didn’t want a girl.”

“Well, that’s a dumb reason to abandon a helpless baby on the sidewalk,” Cloudy exclaimed. “It’s obvious they didn’t care for you.”

“When I was two, Mother and Father Coven came to the orphanage to adopt a child because they couldn’t have children of their own,” Wylanda continued just as if Cloudy hadn’t spoken. “They fell in love with me and later adopted me, and they’ve cared for me ever since and wanted me to have the best life possible. But to me, it seems worse than my first life.”

Cloudy shook her head in distress. “Wylanda, your parents loved you enough to do that for you. Their love is the reason you’re not dead on that sidewalk right now. If you kill yourself, it will be a real blow to them.” She looked Wylanda right in the eye. “Don’t you know that?”

Wylanda looked miserable, but she nodded.

“Then how can you do this to yourself?!” Cloudy wailed. “Do you seriously want to hurt your parents the way your biological parents did to you?”

Wylanda’s face crumpled and she burst into a torrent of sobs. “I don’t know,” she sobbed. “I don’t know anything anymore. All I know is that I feel so miserable and alone.”

“That’s because you don’t have God in your life,” Cloudy insisted. “Oh, Wylanda, if you would just run to Him!”

“How can I?” Wylanda demanded. “I’m so poor and I have a terrible background! Imagine God wanting someone like me!”

“But he does want you,” Cloudy declared. “He loves you so much He died for you!”

Wylanda frowned angrily and her eyes seemed to be flaming. “I know that,” she said in disgust. “I know He died! But I don’t believe He was ever resurrected!”

“Why not?” Cloudy asked.

“Several reasons,” Wylanda said in the manner of a teacher. “One, the resurrection violates natural laws. No one can come back to life. My public school teachers even said so. It’s impossible!”

“Then how do you explain the biblical account of Jesus rising from the dead?” Cloudy demanded. “It literally say right in the Bible that Christ is alive!”

Wylanda smiled, but it seemed like a half-smile. “My teachers told me there were several theories regarding that. One is the swoon theory, in which Jesus never actually died but only fainted and later revived in the tomb. The second is the theft theory, or the fact that the disciples stole the body. And thirdly, there’s the hallucination theory, in which the disciples only imagined seeing Jesus.”

Cloudy took a deep breath and looked to the sky. She remembered her parents teaching her about these theories and giving several points to disprove each of them. She was going to have to tackle these theories one at a time.

“The swoon theory doesn’t work,” Cloudy began.

“Yeah? And why not?” Wylanda asked.

“Well, for one, if Jesus wasn’t actually dead, then why would the Roman executioners have skipped breaking His legs on the cross? Second, the Sanhedrin leaders wanted the body of Jesus taken off the cross before the Sabbath. If Jesus were not actually dead, they would not have allowed this. Third, Jesus’ tombstone was heavy and weighed as much as 4,000 pounds and was rolled into a sloped groove. Jesus would not have been able to get to the stone’s edges in order to roll it back and get out. Fourth, Jesus appeared in a healthy, glorified body with only nail scars. If He had survived the crucifixion and was not actually dead to start with, He would have been weak, bleeding, and in need of medical aid, but that’s not how we see the Bible describe Him. And finally, there are many well-known medical scholars who have disproved the swoon theory because it’s medically, historically, and logically impossible.”

Wylanda’s mouth dropped in shock as she stared at Cloudy. How could a little girl like Cloudy have provided so big a mound of evidence? “Who taught you all that?!”

“My parents!” Cloudy exclaimed.

Wylanda smoothed out her dress, lost in thought. All of Cloudy’s evidence made her public school teachers’ words seem vain and untruthful. She was beginning to wonder if perhaps Cloudy was right about the resurrection. “I’m impressed,” she said finally. “And those proofs do make the swoon theory seem less, uh, true.”

“It’s not true,” Cloudy said quietly. “God raised Jesus from the dead.”

Wylanda shrugged, not certain what to say. “Okay, then. What about the theft theory?”

“The theft theory?” Cloudy thought a few seconds before answering. “Okay, yes. The theft theory is implausible for several reasons, but I’ll only give a few because there’s too many.
“One, the linen wrappings found in the tomb were neatly folded, with the head cloth folded separately from the other cloths. If the disciples had truly taken Jesus’ body, they wouldn’t have bothered to carefully remove and neatly fold the garments. Plus, the orderliness of the wrappings indicated the body vanished without being handled physically, which is a sign of resurrection and not theft.
“Two, if the body had truly been stolen, why did nobody ever expose the fraud? The Jewish leaders, the Romans, or even the disciples ever admitted or recanted the lie. And besides, the disciples suffered mightily at the hands of their persecutors but were steadfast in their faith. If the disciples had truly stolen the body, they would never have endured such persecution for what they knew to be a fraud.”
“Three, the body has never been found anywhere. No one has ever found credible proof of Jesus’ body. If the disciples had stolen the body, they would have hidden it somewhere, but it would have been discovered sooner or later. But that’s not the case. Those are only a few out of many proofs, but I think you’re beginning to see the problem with the theft theory.”

“Yeah, I am,” Wylanda admitted. “You know, Cloudy, your words—I actually find myself believing them. All the evidence you’re professing is so—overwhelming. I never felt like that with anything my public school teachers or friends told me.”

Cloudy grinned. “I think the Lord is working in your heart, Wylanda.” She cleared her throat and attempted to look formal. “And now for the final theory—the hallucination theory.”

“Yeah?” Wylanda looked curious. “How is that implausible?”

“The hallucination theory is implausible because, for one, group hallucinations are just weird, not to mention medically impossible. There is no documented case of a group hallucination anywhere in medical history. Over five hundred people saw the risen Christ, and I seriously doubt all five hundred saw the same hallucination. That’s just not possible, nor is it scientifically logical.
“Two, if the disciples were really just hallucinating, the Romans or the Jewish leaders could have simply produced Jesus’ body and that would have been the end of it. But no, that’s not what happened. No one ever produced the body, not even when the disciples preached the resurrection messages all over Jerusalem.
“Three, the transformation in the disciples also rules out the hallucination theory. They went from fearful, hiding cowards to bold witness men who preached the resurrection, even while facing persecution and martyrdom. No hallucinations could spark such bold, life-changing commitment—especially among a group who had no prior expectation of Jesus’ resurrection.”

Wylanda placed her palms together and gave Cloudy an admiring look. “You’re good,” she confessed. “You make my public school teachers look like the most uneducated individuals on this planet!”

Cloudy smiled, knowing it was a compliment. She hoped she could convince Wylanda of Jesus’ resurrection, as well as His love for her. “Are there any other reasons you don’t believe in the resurrection?” Cloudy asked.

Wylanda put her chin in her hand and thought a minute, then answered, “Yes, there are. Another reason I don’t believe—or not really believe—in the resurrection is that it goes against what I believe about the Bible.”

“Which is what?” Cloudy asked, puzzled.

“I don’t believe everything in the Bible was meant to be take literally,” Wylanda explained. “My public school teachers said we have to choose which parts make sense and which parts don’t. They said the parts we choose will vary from person to person. . .”

“But if it varies so much,” Cloudy said, “how can you ever know which parts are true and which parts aren’t if everybody has different views?”

Wylanda didn’t know how to answer. “I don’t know,” she admitted, folding her hands and looking at some dried mortar stuck on the outside of the brick wall. “I guess the more I think about it, the less sense it makes.”

Cloudy nodded understandingly. “Any more reasons you don’t believe in the resurrection, or is that it?”

“No, there’s one more, and I believe it’s the most important.” Wylanda looked Cloudy straight in the eye. “If God is truly alive, why isn’t He taking care of His creation?”

“He is,” Cloudy said, knitting her brow.

“But how can He be? There’s so much suffering and evil in the world, and I thought God loved all. If He does, then why won’t He stop the evil?”

Cloudy sighed. “This question’s been bothering you for some time, hasn’t it? I can tell.”

“Yeah, it has,” Wylanda admitted.

Cloudy frowned, suddenly looking sorrowful. “Is that why you’re so opposed to God? Because of what happened to you?”

Wylanda bit her lip and nodded. “I’m afraid so.”

Cloudy sighed and dropped her head. “Then I will answer your question as openly as possible, Wylanda. But I have never been in your shoes, so it will be hard to relate these concepts from my viewpoint, okay?”

“Okay,” Wylanda said, settling back onto the grass to listen.

“God allows evil in the world because he highly values free will and genuine love, which require the ability to choose. And that includes making the choice to do evil.”

Wylanda frowned slightly. “But God hates evil, doesn’t He?”

“Yes, and that’s why He will one day restore the heavens and earth to perfection. But we’ll get to that in a minute.” Cloudy scratched her ear with her hind leg, then went on, “God’s nature is agape love. Do you know what that is?”

Wylanda nodded. “Yes. Agape love is a selfless, sacrificial, unconditional love and is not based on feelings or personal gain. Rather, it’s a deliberate choice to seek the highest good of others even when they are unlovable or ungrateful. This divine gift is possible only through the work of the Holy Spirit.”

“Yes,” Cloudy said. “But back to your question. Since God’s nature is agape, which means it’s not coercive or controlling, God gave us the choice to choose right or wrong. He gave us free will. That includes having the freedom to either choose Him or reject Him. If God stopped evil by force, He would make us robots, forced to do what He wanted, thus overriding our free will. He would be acting against His own nature, in other words, and thus love and relationship would be impossible because they require authentic choice. God cannot force anyone to love Him, for if He did, He would not truly be loving us.
“God cannot stop evil singlehandedly without violating our freedom, so instead He uses the Holy Spirit to convict others of sin and bring them to Christ. We are stewards of this world, and our choices have consequences. Those consequences affect the world, depending on if they are good or bad.
“God is consistently limiting evil. Just look in the Bible. God restrained Satan in Job and confused the languages of the people at Babel when they disobeyed Him after He commanded them to spread out across the world. He also uses evil to bring about something good, such as Joseph’s betrayal by his brothers leading to salvation and Jesus’ crucifixion bringing us redemption. Romans 8:28 says, ‘And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.’
“Evil’s existence also allows for the ultimate glory of God—His justice, mercy, and great power over sin and death. Jesus’ death on the cross shows us all that God endured such suffering to defeat evil through love and sacrifice, not force. One day the universe will be restored to perfection and evil will be no more, but until that time, God is working through us all to bring light, hope, healing, and transformation to a dark world desperately in need of a wonderful Savior.”

Cloudy inhaled and then exhaled, feeling relieved, though she wasn’t at all sure why. Wylanda hadn’t said a word in all this time. She had only listened with intense rapture and fascination.

“You know,” Wylanda said after a few minutes, startling Cloudy, “Some of what you said sounded an awful lot like what Miriam told me.”

“Miriam?” Cloudy said, astonished. “You mean you talked to Miriam?”

“Yes, today before she returned to you guys and I appeared and—and started acting like a jerk,” Wylanda said, sounding ashamed. She sighed and then launched into a summary of what Miriam had told her. When she finished, Cloudy was nodding.

“What Miriam and I have told you is true,” Cloudy said. “You’ve seen the evidence for yourself, Wylanda. But now you must make a choice—will you accept the evidence and push it away to keep on living as you are right now?”

Wylanda twisted her fingers together, apparently uncomfortable, but she blurted out, “I don’t want to keep living in misery. I want happiness.”

“The only way to obtain true happiness is salvation through Christ,” Cloudy explained. “But this is a personal choice, Wylanda. If you make this commitment, you have to show you’ve made it through your actions and words. It’s not a, ‘Oh, I’m gonna make this commitment and then keep living however I want.’ No, that’s not how this commitment works. You have to show you’re saved and changed and ready to live for Jesus. And yes, others will persecute you and laugh at you for your faith, but Jesus warned us of this. He said in John 15:18–21, If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. Remember what I told you: “A servant is not greater than his master.” If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also. They will treat you this way because of my name, for they do not know the one who sent me.’
“So remember, Wylanda, that you will face many trials and tribulations in this world, but Jesus has overcome the evils of this world and He will give you strength to face every day.”

Wylanda sat where she was, deep in thought. Her eyes were full of longing and unhappiness, but Cloudy could also see the glimmer of hope in her eyes. Her face seemed to radiate with a strange, unnatural light.

“I want to do it,” Wylanda said suddenly.

“Huh?” Cloudy asked.

“I want to accept Jesus.”

“You do?” Cloudy was astonished; she hadn’t expected her words to have such an impact on Wylanda.

“Yes,” Wylanda said firmly and without hesitation. “God provided the evidence for me, but like a fool, I pushed it away. I refused to bring myself to the feet of my Savior and Lord. But when the Lord sent you to me, He just seemed to speak to my heart more clearly than ever before. I see it all now. I was a blind fool. God is real, He is divine, He has a purpose for everything and everybody, and I know He is alive and working even to this very day. If Christ were not alive, you wouldn’t even be able to speak these wonderful words of truth to me so confidently, Cloudy!”

Cloudy was amazed. The Lord had worked a miracle right before her very eyes! “But why would you say that I wouldn’t be able to say such words of truth so confidently if Christ were not alive, Wylanda?”

“I based that off of 1 Corinthians 15:12-19. That was one of my memory verses in school,” Wylanda explained. “I can’t believe I didn’t remember this before I had this talk with you, but I just remembered. The verse says,But if it is preached that Christ has been raised from the dead, how can some of you say that there is no resurrection of the dead? If there is no resurrection of the dead, then not even Christ has been raised. And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith. More than that, we are then found to be false witnesses about God, for we have testified about God that he raised Christ from the dead. But he did not raise him if in fact the dead are not raised. For if the dead are not raised, then Christ has not been raised either. And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ are lost. If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied.’ I guess that solves the entire question: Is Jesus really alive? The answer is: Yes!”

“You’re right,” Cloudy said cheerfully. “And I’m glad you finally realized that.” A misty haze of wonder clouded her eyes. “But are you sure you want to be saved?”

“Yes.”

“This is going to be the most important choice you’ll ever make, Wylanda. Don’t take it lightly.”

“I swear I won’t. But I wish to make this choice once and for all.”

“Then I will leave you to do so. Take your time,” Cloudy said, bowing dramatically to Wylanda and then going around to the front of the house. The Covens and her parents were chatting gaily on the porch. Springtime took a chance during a break in the conversation to wave and smile to Cloudy. Cloudy waved and smiled in return.

“Where’s Wylanda?” Mrs. Coven called down to her.

“Oh, she’ll be out any minute now,” Cloudy said, winking at her mother. Springtime just gave her daughter a puzzled look. “Say, how’s the turkey coming along?”

“It should be ready in ten minutes and then the feast will start in an hour,” Springtime answered. “How are the others?”

Cloudy blanched. “I-I haven’t been back to look at them,” she said. “I was talking to Wylanda.”

“Oh, okay,” Springtime said distractedly, flipping a burger on the grill. “Well, just make sure they’re all okay when you have the time, all right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Cloudy answered. Suddenly bored, she leaned close to one of the roses and sniffed it, then sneezed. “Oh, excuse me.”

Mrs. Coven smiled and said in a low tone to Springtime, “Cloudy is really polite. How did you raise her to be so well-mannered?”

“We prayed a lot,” Springtime said lightly. Showerstorm nodded in agreement.

While the adults were laughing, Cloudy slipped behind the hose again and almost ran into Wylanda, who was coming around to the front. But this was not the sullen, miserable, rude Wylanda. This was a changed, hopeful, happy, and kind Wylanda whose face radiated with joy and peace.

“Cloudy!” To Cloudy’s shock, Wylanda picked her up and embraced her. “Guess what? I’m Jesus’ daughter now!”

“Hooray!” Cloudy cheered, leaping about with joy. “How do you feel now?”

“Absolutely spectacular!” Wylanda said. Then she starting laughing ruefully.

“What? What’s so funny?” Cloudy wanted to know.

“I was just reminded of something that had to do with my necklace,” Wylanda said,. She grinned and fingered the porcelain rose. “In Dreamland, a rose is a symbol of gratitude, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I found it ironic that not too long ago I was ungrateful and miserable, and yet I was wearing this necklace!” She burst out laughing all over again.

Cloudy laughed too. “Speaking of that necklace,” she said, scrutinizing it, “it’s really pretty. Where’d you get it from?”

“Mother’s Coven’s sister gave it to me when I was five,” Wylanda said. A sober look came over her face. “I never forgot what she told me when she placed it into my hand for the first time.”

“And what was that?”

“She told me, ‘Dear Wylanda, always hold onto and treasure this necklace, for it is a symbol of how much you are truly blessed.’”

“Wow,” Cloudy breathed. “That’s amazing.”

Wylanda continued to look at the rose. Then she looked at the rosebushes and then at the many people who wore dresses or jewelry with roses on it. “Is that why,” she wondered, “so many of these people here are wearing roses?”

“I think so,” Cloudy said. “It’s to show they’re grateful—I guess.” She glanced meaningfully at Wylanda.

Wylanda understood the look. “I know, I know,” she sighed. “I was a jerk, and I’m very sorry. I’ll go apologize to everyone and then to my parents.”

“Do you have the knife?” Cloudy asked.

Wylanda produced it from her dress pocket. “You left it on the ground,” she said. “I picked it up to bring it back to your family.”

“Then let’s go,” Cloudy said.

“Wait,” Wylanda called to her. She unclasped the necklace and walked over to Cloudy, then placed the chain around the puppy’s neck and secured the clasp. “You have this.”

“Oh, no!” Cloudy protested, shaking her head. “Your aunt told you to hold onto it! I don’t want to take such a treasure from you.”

“I have a treasure—worth far more value than that necklace. You keep it,” she said. Then she ran off toward the tree house to apologize to Cloudy’s friends.

Cloudy watched her go with a bit of dismay. She didn’t want to take such a lovely treasure from Wylanda, but Wylanda seemed willing to give the necklace to her. “Perhaps I’d better keep it,” Cloudy said to herself.

Then she smiled. “And maybe whenever I feel ungrateful, this necklace will remind me to have a thankful heart.”