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The Bayoni: A Fictional Narrative

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“There is no possible way that she is the Bayoni.” “She says she is Claire McCarthy. Why would she make that up?” “Maybe she thought it would save her from being killed.” “I doubt it.” “But--” “Shhh! She’s waking up!” I blinked slowly and groaned. I was lying on my back on the ground in the alley. My head felt as though someone was pounding on it with a sledgehammer. Dizzily, I noticed that two faces hovered above me. One I recognized- the one who had… wings. A fairy. I felt sick as I stared at him. The other was a much older woman with jet-black hair. She had eyes so blue they were a royal purple, and they would’ve been beautiful had they not had a hardened, bitter look to them. She had the eyes of one who had seen much, …show more content…

Uh… Iwin?” I asked in a voice just above a whisper. Surprise mixed with something else I couldn’t identify filled Iwin’s eyes and he blinked and looked away. “You won’t have to worry about him either,” she said in a soothing voice. She looked like she wanted to laugh but carefully controlled herself from doing so. “Who are you? Where’s my letter?” I realized in growing horror that they had taken it from me. The fairies exchanged glances. The woman spoke first. “First we’re going to take you to the Rontak. Then he’ll answer your questions. Maybe.” Anger surged through me. “No! You’re not taking me anywhere. I want answers right now. Who was that boy? And the monster? And that letter… what does it have to do with me and why does it have my name on it?” “The boy? What boy?” she asked in surprise. “There was a boy who ran in here who I followed,” I said impatiently. “That-that thing got to him first. I don’t know what happened to him.” “Do you think that could’ve been--” started Iwin. “Quiet! Not in front of her,” hissed the woman. If I had been standing I would’ve stomped my foot impatiently and thrown a tantrum. Why all the secrecy? Why couldn’t they just answer my questions? The woman interrupted my …show more content…

You have to come with us,” she said promptly. “What do you mean, ‘come with you?’ Come with you where? Why? What about my aunt? She’ll be worried sick,” I protested. But then now as I thought about it, she probably wouldn’t notice my absence or care. They both ignored me and began to converse in low tones in a different language which I didn’t recognize. I stood and tried slowly backing up to run but the male fairy’s arm shot out and grabbed me without stopping his flow of words. I huffed in frustration, but before I could say anything the female fairy threw up her arms in the air and exclaimed, “ALDENDUA!” WHOOSH!!!! My screams were literally sucked out of my lungs and suddenly we were gone from the alley in a brilliant white flash. A second later I was in a dark void, I felt as though I was being squashed flat between two buildings despite the emptiness of the place and couldn’t breath. Any second now and I knew I would be dead. I clawed at my throat, my eyes bulging from my head and suddenly-- WHAM! I collapsed in a heap upon the dirt ground, coughing violently and trying to gulp down as much fresh air as possible. “Get up. Quickly, or else we’ll be seen,” the woman said

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