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combat that I haven’t noticed? Do you wield a concealed weapon that I haven’t sensed on you?” The implied accusation that I was incompetent and incapable struck a nerve. It was the same way I’d felt my entire life.
    “I’ll do whatever I have to. I’ll avenge my parents.” I tried to make my voice sound strong and sure, but I don’t know how well it worked.
    “Hmm,” he murmured and then nodded once. “Well, I suppose I have my work cut out for me. This won’t be a fast, easy trip, you realize? There is probably a long road ahead of us.”
    I nodded. I didn’t care how long it took, or what I had to do, I would find whoever stole my parents from me. I had nothing else to live for, even if that sounded dumb. I had nothing back home awaiting me. I didn’t even have a home to go back too.
    “Ok, well let’s get started then.” He started walking into the trail, officially starting my adventure into this strange new world.

Chapter Seven
Village : A group of residences, smaller than a town, situated in a rural area. There are several villages throughout, with the Central Village in the middle of each province.
    It felt like we had been walking for hours. My tennis shoes crunched the leaves and dirt beneath my feet. The wind rustled the leaves above my head. The birds sang softly, while the squirrels jumped from limb to limb.
    Shortly after we arrived, I changed my clothes. I took off the hat, sweater and jacket and replaced my long sleeve tunic for a short sleeve blouse. I took off my boots and wore the more comfortable tennis shoes Alec had packed in this magical velvet bag.
    And thank God he did, because it was killer to walk forever in the heat. Even with the shade the trees provided, I would guess the temperature was at least in the nineties. And I might’ve enjoyed the walk, if I was in better shape and wasn’t constantly thinking about where I was going, or who I was looking for.
    Alec and I didn’t talk much for a while. Every time I wanted to say something, he always looked to be concentrating too hard for me to bother him. So I just followed behind him, one foot in front of the other. Like Dory, except on land. Just keep walking, walking, walking.
    Really though, this place didn’t seem too different. The trees were brighter, and the leaves greener. The animals looked the same. When I saw a herd of deer run across the trail in front of us, they weren’t purple or anything. Everything was the same. Just brighter, stronger, prettier.
    When a fox dashed past I whispered to the furry creature, “Hey, so what does a fox say?” totally hoping he would jump up dancing and sing, “Ringa-ding-ding,” or something stupid like that. But he was just the same as the foxes back home. As soon as he noticed me, he scurried away.
    It was kind of unnerving, because that’s when it started to get quieter. The leaves stopped rustling because the wind stopped blowing. I didn’t hear the birds tweet to me anymore, or see any squirrels or deer. It got so quiet my own footsteps started to give me the creeps. That’s when I finally decided to talk again, even though Alec looked so serious and focused.
    “It’s really quiet.”
    “Yes. This area of Ardennes is not nearly as inhabited as it once was.” He didn’t turn to look at me as he said it. He just kept on walking in front of me, on guard like he was expecting some crazy monster to jump out at us at any moment.
    Before I could ask him to elaborate, he did so on his own. “We Fae like to stick together, usually anyway. We live in villages, much like your towns in the Mortal Realm. But many Nymph have moved to the Central Village, leaving these outer regions on their own.”
    “Why? And what is the Central Village? Is it like the capital or something?”
    “Sure, I guess you could say that. In each of the Provinces, there is one Central Village. There are other villages too, but the Central Village is the largest and where the Lord and Lady of that