Stop Stuttering Secrets

Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall grass, quenching its thirst. A pair of figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, while a rich scent of wet dirt filled their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees, as if they had a great purpose. The leading of the two was none other than an animal—a fox. The fox’s sleek, shiny white coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray.

“Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?” The girl said in disbelief. She wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, trying her absolute best to shield herself from the most unwelcome and uncalled for rain.
“I’m quite certain, Ophelia,” replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for hours with no progress. She was becoming tired, with an uneasy restlessness looming over her. The weight of her cloak was becoming unbearable and simply annoying to carry; she followed the fox’s trail through the grass, both of them too determined to find what they had been searching for.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth appeared with toasty golden light glowing out, illuminating a fair amount of the darkness surrounding it.
“Over there,” The fox said, her ears perking up at the sight, she stopped momentarily, “come, he must’ve been waiting for us, we should hurry,” She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia.

Their eyes had—over the past hours or so—grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the light which they blindly followed could only reveal its depth so much.
As they continued to go deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountered—or had come for—through the flames a young boy sat, waiting patiently.

“Skyler?”

“About time—I was just about to go looking for you two, these days you just don’t know,” He sighed rather sadly.

Saybelle yawned and stretched out her slender paws. Skyler grinned at her,

“You look like you had a good time getting here,”

“Most pleasurable, though having a bit of snow instead of this rain would certainly cheer me up,” She said in a dull voice, shaking off rainwater as if it were something very horrible. She turned away and searched for a comfortable warm spot to sprawl onto—if any.

“Of all the places, you choose to meet here?” Ophelia gave the cave one sweeping look.

“I doubt Furawn would have the time and patience to go searching for us in caves in the middle of a storm,” He grinned, “it was the safest place I could think of—what did you find?”

“Heard about the King of Dukeworth—

“’Dropped dead,’ I know, there’s gossip about it all over the Town of Quinley,” He looked away from Ophelia and fixed his gaze upon the fire, burning a bright orange into his sharp gray eyes.

“I can’t believe no one’s doing anything about it, though,” Ophelia said irritably, she heard a soft snore to her left; Saybelle had curled up into a ball with her head lightly resting on an oddly shaped rock.

“There’s nothing much anyone can do about it, Ophelia, it’s strange magic—the kind no one’s seen or heard before,” Skyler whispered with his face very alert—as if a big secret had finally been out.

“Do you—do you suppose we should just tell someone? Tell them, tell them what we know? Perhaps—if we work together, we can put an end to this?” All the while she stuttered through, Skyler was shaking his head in pure disagreement.

“But why wouldn’t they believe us? We have Saybelle—to prove to them we’re telling the truth. She is the only survivor in her family and she saw it with her own eyes! This is exactly what Furawn is afraid of, that someone will finally figure out what he’s up to, that somehow it would leak out and spread among the kingdoms—because there must be someone who knows how to stop him, ” She pressed on.

“We can’t tell them that we crossed the Gertrude Mountains! It’s forbidden to go over them!”

“They don’t have to know that we crossed the Gertrude Mountains,” hissed Ophelia.

At that precise moment, a faint shadow had appeared through the firelight on the opposite wall from where Skyler sat. For a moment, he sat quite still before he whispered shakily, “They’re coming in here,”

Ophelia’s eyes widened in horror, the first thing she did was quickly go to Saybelle’s curled up body and shook it awake.

“What—

“Shh!” She hissed through clenched teeth. The fox shot up as the shadow on the wall became closer, “The fire! The fire! Put it out!”

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