Lost – Part 6 – The FINALE!

This is it! The very last part!


Complimentary refreshments: Part one, two, three, four, five

And in case you just need a quick reminder, we ended the last episode as follows:



“You know,” I said, “what I really would like, is just to go home.”

“Then home you will have!” she responded gleefully. “I will take you to the top of the cliff you fell from, and I imagine you can take it from there?”

Home! At last!



Clara’s Point of View


Grace had been gone for two full days, and we were all distraught. The police were on the case, and we prayed earnestly that she was safe.

There seemed to be no other explanation, except that she was kidnapped, which we desperately prayed was not the case.

Everything seemed to be lost. Grace. Kaity. Our hopes.


There seemed to be nothing else to do. We could search for her, but we had gathered a whole search party the other day, with no luck. So we gathered in the field where I had played frisbee with her before she disappeared, and prayed long and hard.

Our prayer was interrupted by a bark. A dog bark.

We instinctively looked toward the direction of the sound.


Grace!? Could it be??! For there she was, standing off a distance, with Kaity beside her!

“Grace!” I managed to shout, and took off in a mad dash for my sister, Julie and Caroline following close behind.


I was the first to reach her, and I threw my arms around her in a bear hug, not sure that I would ever be able to let go. She was home! Dirty and scraped up, but home!


We smothered her with hugs, while a happy Kaity barked and jumped around us.


“What happened, Grace? How did you get lost?” Caroline asked, after we had settled down a little.


“It is a long story. I’ll tell you later. But now, I just need a hot shower and something to eat.” She sounded tired, but not frightened. Almost excited. I wanted to beg her story out of her, but I refrained. I would have to wait to hear it, but for now, I relished in the joy of her (and Kaity’s!) homecoming!

And with that, we led her home, bursting with thankfulness.

🙂 🙂 🙂

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Lost – Part 5

Complimentary refreshments: Part one, two, three, four!


(Grace’s Point of View)


I had been sitting for a few hours now, clutching the string the fairy had provided. Waiting… waiting…


I began to get very sleepy. Pinching myself began to lose its effect 😉 ! I started to wonder if the culprit would even–


A small crunching noise sounded from beyond the bushes. Could it be?


I hoisted myself onto my tired feet to see what might have made the noise.


I smiled wide. The culprit was as I expected!

“Here girl!” I called.


And Kaity came bounding into my arms!


“You little troublemaker!” I said playfully, as she knocked me off my feet.


It took her a while to calm down, but I managed to tie the string on her collar as a makeshift leash that I tied around my wrist securely.


Then I laid down with her by my side and slept.


“Good morning,” the fairy said, waking me up.


“I found the culprit!” I exclaimed eagerly, patting Kaity on the head. “She’s my dog. I deeply apologize for the trouble she caused.”

“I forgive you,” the fairy said, not so enthusiastically.

“What’s wrong?” I inquired.


The fairy furrowed her brow, hesitating to reply. “I should have told you! It’s no use! You caught the culprit, but the damage is done! Without a storehouse, no fairies can live here. And I can’t build one by myself! I’m sorry I put you through this hopeless ordeal!” She bit her lip, her tiny eyes gleaming with tears.

“Let me help you,” I replied softly. “Let me help you rebuild.”

She looked at me with a joyful, glowing face. And with that we began.

I got to learn how the fairies make their seemingly magical mud. So thin, yet so sturdy.

Oops! Don’t mind the blown over building! 😉

She even gave me permission to use the recipe in a science fair! I  laughed to myself, for I was sure to win this year!

And by noon that day, we were done building–an impossible task for one fairy, but a very quick one for a fairy and a human!



“How can I ever thank you!” The fairy exclaimed. “Now fairies will return, and I will be able to live safely in my home! Perhaps you would like citizenship in my town! You could live here with us!”


I chuckled, citizenship in fairyland, wouldn’t that be amazing!?

“You know,” I said, “what I really would like, is just to go home.”


“Then home you will have!” she responded gleefully. “I will take you to the top of the cliff you fell from, and I imagine you can take it from there?”

Home! At last!


Only one more part left! Stay tuned for the finale!

Have you enjoyed this series? Are you looking forward to the finale?



P.S. The nighttime pictures actually weren’t taken at night! I took them in the day, and then edited them on Picmonkey! 🙂

P.P.S. Don’t forget to submit what you are thankful for, for my basket of thankfulness activity!

Lost – Part 4

Parts One, Two, Three


Here’s a quick refresher from last week:


“Ah, good!” The miniature, glowing girl said, with a sense of urgency in her voice. “You’re awake!”

I sat bolt upright. “Who-who are you?!”



Grace’s Point of view



“I am a fairy,” the girl spoke sweetly, “and I need your help.”

“What?” I asked in bewilderment. “A fairy? Those are in stories! And you need my help? I’m the one in need of help! I’m lost, and–”

The little fairy chuckled, shaking her head, “Fairies aren’t made up in storybooks, storybooks are made by those who meet fairies!” I blinked, aghast at her matter-of-fact statement. “But anyways, I need your help! My town is in ruins! You must come with me!”

With that she flew out the cave opening (the storm was past by now). I didn’t see much better that I could do, so I followed.


“Hurry now!” She called.


And she meant hurry! I had to practically sprint after her! Who would have thought her little wings could carry her so fast!

But what am I saying; who would have thought that she even existed!


We came to some bushes, beyond which was a clearing by a lake with a cute little fairy town inside!


“This is it!” she said, landing on the ground by one of the buildings. They looked like they were made of thin, delicate, dried mud, but when I felt one, I realized it was surprisingly very sturdy!


“Doesn’t anyone else live here?” I asked her. It seemed awfully empty for a fairy town.

“No,” she said sadly, ushering me over to the side of the tiny town.


“Because something destroyed our storehouse–where we keep all our food–the other night. And no food means no fairies. They all packed up and left.”


I nodded sympathetically. “So where do I come in?”

“Do you think you can catch the culprit?” She gave me a weak, despondent smile. She obviously believed I’d say no to the impossible task. I suspected she had been turned down from a couple of people by now. I wanted to help her. But how?

“I’ll help you,” I said, choking on the words. I hope, I thought to myself.

Her grin was so huge that I almost laughed out loud!

“Oh Great!! This is absolutely wonderful! I’ll show you all I know!”

And she began listing random facts that might have to do with the case, from where footprints were, to the silly dreams she had the night “the thing” came.

I noted that the thing had dug through the sturdy store house to get to the food, and it only ate the meat, but the rest of the food was ruined, too.


She showed me where some footprints were in the dirt. I observed them carefully, and she also gave me some fur samples that she had located around the ruins. It looked like… a coyote? I shuddered at the thought of stopping a wild dog.

I carefully examined the evidence again.


“I’ve got it!!” I exclaimed, making the chattering fairy jump. “I know who the culprit is–and how to stop them!”

Her eyes sparkled joyfully, “What do you need?”

“Some string! And… maybe a nap…” For it was going to be a long night.



Then all I had to do was wait.


Do you know who the culprit is? Are you looking forward to Part 5?



P.S. Isn’t Rebecca such a pretty fairy?

Lost – Part #3

Part 1 and Part 2

Grace’s Point of View


I don’t know how long I laid at the bottom of the cliff unconscious. Perhaps minutes. Perhaps hours. 


I slowly woke up. Where in the world was I?

My senses slowly came back to me. I had fallen off a cliff. I had been trying to get the Frisbee.


Ow! I thought, holding my hand to my throbbing head. I must have bumped it hard! I winced.

Alright, time to get out of here. I tied my tousled hair back into a ponytail with my spare hair tie.


I stood up slowly, and turned to face the cliff. But it was way too tall to even reach my hand to the top, and would be too difficult to climb, especially with my badly scraped up hands–not to mention my terribly banged-up body.


I realized in terror, that I was lost.

On the bright side, when I get home, Julie will probably agree to get me a phone, I smiled.

That is, if I get home, a tiny voice said inside of me. I tried to shrug off the thought. I needed to stop thinking of what awful things could happen, and start thinking of what to do next.

But what does one do when they are lost in the wilderness? A lightbulb seemed to pop above my head, as I remembered Clara’s lecture on survival. I strained to remember what she had said. If only I had payed more attention!

Build a fire. She had said to build a fire. Not only would it help keep you warm, it would act as a signal to those trying to find you.

I ran off to find firewood.


I had gathered quite a load when I heard a loud rumbling noise behind me. 

Oh no.


Dark thunderclouds were rolling swiftly in. No time for a fire, my new priority was to find shelter. It would not do to get sick from the cold and wet the storm would bring.

I ran frantically in all directions, trying to find some kind of shelter.

It began to sprinkle.


I discovered a small dark cave on the other side of a large boulder. It would do. I bolted into it.


It was humid and warm in the cave, and the rain began to pitter-patter more loudly outside. I was exhausted.


I laid my aching body down on the hard dirt floor, trying not to think about my dire situation, for there was nothing I could do until the storm passed. And soon the rain had lulled me to sleep.


I slept fitfully for a while, until  I was awaken by a strange, sweet voice, that sounded like it was speaking to me.


I opened my sleepy eyes part way, and saw a bright light coming from…from what?


I opened my eyes the rest of the way, and was shocked to see a tiny winged girl, standing beside me in the cave!

“Ah, good!” The miniature, glowing girl said, with a sense of urgency in her voice. “You’re awake!”

I sat bolt upright. “Who-who are you?!”




I hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for more next Wednesday!!



Think to Ink Writing Camp #6

This is the last TIWC challenge! It has been sooo fun, and a really good writing exercise, as well! And I hope to participate in another writing camp in the future!

I used all three prompts (this, that, and that) and included something lost, something found, and heartbreak. The prompted parts are this color.

This is another continuation! Complimentary refreshments: One, Two, Three, Four, Five.

Get comfortable… this is a long one… 🙂

Janice hung her head and dragged her feet as Rose led her in the direction of the orphanage. What were you thinking? Her thoughts taunted. Escape from the orphanage? No way.

Janice noticed the cave where the Spera lived as they passed by it. He had been so kind. She hated to leave all his plans undone. Suddenly, something in the cave opening caught her eye. What? Janice shook her head in confusion, blinking.

The Spera was standing in the cave opening.

What in the world was he doing there? He nodded towards her, a serious expression on his face. Then he shot out of the door (Janice hadn’t known how fast Speras were!) and latched abruptly onto Rose’s leg. She shrieked, letting go of Janice’s hand.

“Go!” the Spera shouted, clutching onto her leg with all his might, as she swatted and tugged angrily at him. At his word Rose turned sharply around, but the Spera wouldn’t let her budge, and Janice was making a mad dash toward the lake.

Wait! What about the Spera? I can’t leave him there! Janice thought. She whirled around.

“No,” he said, seeing her, “Run. NOW!” So she did run—all the way back to the water.

Finally Janice stumbled onto the shore. She peered out over the lake, but to her dismay, the boat was nowhere to be seen.

“No,” she breathed, straining her eyes across the water. “No, no, no, no, no.” The boat had already left. Her journey was void, and the Spera’s life, for who knows where Rose had taken him by now, was wasted. Janice felt a sudden wave of rage. All this for NOTHING!

She shouted angrily, storming around the lakeside, punching the air, and yanking out grass with all her might. Then she stopped, her fist clenched so fiercely that her fingernails pinched her palms, and her knuckles were white. Her grip loosened, and Janice collapsed onto the ground, sobs racking her body. It’s over. It’s done. All is lost.

“There, there,” said a voice. She could feel someone patting her back gently. “Why are you crying? It’s alright. It’s going to be okay.”

The voice. It was familiar. Could it be—? Janice raised her head.

The Spera!

“But?—But you? How?” Janice sputtered through sobs and tears of joy and relief.

He shrugged, smiling. “I’m a good runner. Oh, and Rose? She won’t be bothering you anymore. She was too shocked, and a bit frightened, by your strange, tiny friend to go looking for you again. She’s probably halfway to the orphanage by now, preparing to ask for backup.”

“But the boat—it’s gone!”

“Did you forget? I’m a Spera. I help people on their journeys. Naturally, I have a canoe in my cave.” Janice beamed at him. They would save the children from that evil orphanage after all!

. . . . .

In no time, Janice and the Spera had retrieved the boat and were rowing across the shining lake. Pine trees lined the shore in the distance, growing smaller as they moved away from them.

“Why did you come?” Janice asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

“What do you mean?”

“You said that your kind is not very strong. Will you survive out here?”

The Spera paused, his eyes staring into the distance thoughtfully. “After my family was gone, I decided that I never wanted to leave the cave again. It’s not that nature kills us, it’s just that we are more easily overpowered by other creatures, and that we respond to change and emotion differently than other creatures might. We are more prone to get sick from worry, or other challenging emotions, and sometimes we can’t recover. I don’t know how I, myself, survived the loss of my family. But I knew I never wanted to risk leaving my home again. Sometimes I would wake up and take a moment to appreciate the fact that I’m alive. But then I met you, the first traveler I’d seen in a long while, and I was moved by your determination and eagerness for your cause. I realized, then, that though I was alive, I wasn’t really living. I would rather be here, working for a good cause that I believe in, than cooped up in a cave all my days, feeling sorry for myself.” Janice nodded soberly, and they continued across the lake in silence.

Finally, a small thread was visible, laying on the lake’s horizon. Janice stood up in the boat in excitement, trying to keep her balance while looking at the precious strip of land. She beamed. Her parents were so close! The kids from the orphanage would soon be rescued! They were soon upon the shore, and Janice jumped out of the canoe when they docked, nearly capsizing the wobbly boat. Then, she remembered the Spera and helped him out, too. He knew the way to Jacksonville, so they didn’t need to find someone to ask, and the Spera could hardly get Janice to sit down and eat something before they left. It was only a short while before they made it to Jacksonville. But what they discovered there was the opposite of what they expected.

The town was in ruins. Black rubble and ash covered the ground, and remnants of the walls of buildings waved precariously in the breeze. Janice’s heart broke at the sight of her beloved home that she had so looked forward to seeing again. She swiftly weaved her way through the rubble to where she remembered her home to be, the Spera following close behind.

“Here it is,” she said, motioning toward a half-burnt house. The Spera shook his head sadly.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at his feet.

“Janice?” a quavering voice said from inside the crumbling walls. Janice looked up, her sad eyes wide and wondering.

“M-mama?” she whispered. The lady came running out from the house, a man running close behind her. Janice’s eyes were sparked with hope and excitement. Mama and Dad! They ran towards each other, embracing each other joyously.

“We were only here to gather anything left!” the father said through tears, as the mother nodded, biting her lip as the tears came in rivers from her hazel eyes and down her pale cheeks. After a flurry of sobs and laughs. They finally settled down enough to exchange their stories.

Janice mother spoke first, “We were so worried, Janice. You disappeared so suddenly! We searched and searched, with no luck! But then war broke out in the country, and the soldiers came, burning and stealing as they went.” She choked on her words, and her husband continued.

“Everyone was running all at once, us included. We escaped to the nearest town, where those who survived the attack are now staying. Thankfully, the townspeople are good, and have helped us immensely. It was just today that I had a day off of the job I got in town, and so we decided to come back and search through the ruins and see if any of our belongings were left. A few things survived, but,” he smiled from ear to ear, “we had no idea that we’d find you instead!”

Janice’s mother, calmed down a bit, continued, “But what about you, Janice? What happened?” she pleaded. “And…” she said, upon seeing the tiny, smiling boy standing in the background—which was a bit of a shock, “who… who is your friend here?”

“Boy, have I got a story to tell you!” Janice responded, backing up to introduce the Spera to her parents.

How do you/did you like this series? Would you like to see me continue it more?

Bye for now!