Lost

Chapter 36

×~ Family Reunion ~×

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wo men, one with dark feathered wings and long blonde hair, the other with a guitar and short curly brown hair walked quickly through a dull forest. Silently communicating their growing fear and worry caused by the growing storm. A sudden gust of wind hit the pair, knocking off the blonde’s green and white striped hat and sending it flying off his head.

“My hat!” The blonde cried out as the two of them tried to grab it before it flew off. But their efforts were in vain as it gracefully dodged their attempts of taking its newfound freedom. As it slipped away further into the forest they made a feeble attempt to chase after it but gave up after a few seconds, realizing that it was refusing to get caught on anything and that their efforts were pointless.

“Why didn’t you take it off and put it away?” The brunette glanced over at his now very sad father.

“Kristin gave me that hat,” He sobbed, “I’ve had it for decades.”

“Don’t whine, it’s your own fault for being stupid,” The brunette remarked, “Let's go, there's nothing we can do about the hat now.”

While those two were having their conversation the hat was having the time of its life. Nothing was holding it back from its dreams; it could do anything that it wanted now that it was free. It continued flying through the forest somehow managing to dodge all the obstacles in its path. Well… all except for one.

It smacked a very tired blonde child who was carrying twice as much supplies as he should have been and wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on around him. After a few seconds of it being there, he slowly brought up his hand and grasped the thing tightly and brought it down in front of him so he could see what just hit him. As soon as he noticed the familiar green and white stripes his eyes widened and he looked in the direction it had come from. After he got over his initial shock he started running full speed to where the hat had come from.

He carefully examined everything that he passed, looking for any signs of sentient life. After a couple minutes of this, he grew worried that he wouldn’t be able to find anyone and that he lost his chance of not being alone. But just as his fears were about to make him stop and just continue walking he noticed some disturbed snow with a few black feathers scattered about.

He slowed down and examined the snow, there were what looked like two sets of footprints imprinted in the white powder. He suddenly grew much more thankful for the snow that happened a few nights ago as he started following the prints to wherever they were heading.

“Phil!” I called. He had to be close by, I was sure of it. I continued sprinting alongside the footprints following them closely and looking out for the familiar golden blonde hair that matched my own. As I continued forward I grew worried that maybe these tracks are old and that Phil is nowhere near me.

“Philza, you better be able to fucking hear me,” I bellowed, a shocking amount of concern and fear filling my voice.

A few agonizing seconds passed, “Tommy! Is that you?” I heard a familiar voice call from up ahead.

“Who else would it be?” I called back with a shaky voice, trying to hold back my tears of joy. I continued running with a newfound determination and after a few moments, I finally saw Dad who was also sprinting toward me. When he noticed me I saw his eyes light up with intense joy.

“Tommy!” He cried out barely able to hold back his tears. He quickly slipped off the bags he was wearing and used his wings to help him run just a little bit faster.