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The Dark Forest was noisey and something was stirring inside. There was a boy running for his life and he was far away from home.“Where is the boy? Find him and bring him to me!” The young boy weaved between a thicket of trees and his pursuers were closing in. He witnessed his parents capture and the men from his tribe were coming for him. They were closer now. He could hear their heavy breathing, the twigs snapping and the leaves crunching all around. They were on his heels and his legs were starting to feel numb. The howls bounced off the trees and the pack were coming upon his position. Their snarls rattled him and his heart felt like it was coming out of his chest. The clearing was near and he could see the moon shining from above. It was so bright, it illuminated the ground. He couldn’t see what was in front of him but he could smell a strong odor burning in his nostrils. It was very hard to breathe and his body was now in pain. The boy looked down and he was surrounded by wo

It was early in the morning and Isabella was going to the Good Witch's house to help her in the garden. She had a few things to grab and she shoved everything she could into her pink backpack and she even made sure to bring a few pieces of her favorite candy to share with the Good Witch. Isabella was finally ready to go. The sun was out and the grass was glistening from the dew. Spring was in the air and the field was filled with wildflowers. Isabella picked a couple of flowers and she placed them behind her ear. She entered the forest and she followed the path to the witches cottage. When she got there she didn't see her out front.“Good Witch are you here?” She asked.No one answered. She checked the garden and around the house. There wasn't anyone there. She thought that maybe the Good Witch was inside the cottage. So, she walked around to the front. On the door was a note. She grabbed it and It read.“Dear Isabella, I know I promised you that we were going to work in the garden

It was late at night when Isabella was awakened by something beautiful. It was a woman's voice, it sounded so angelic that Isabella had to see where it was coming from. So, she walked over to the window and she looked toward the woods. She saw pink mist flowing out of the forest into the fields. It lit up like a thunderstorm and an image of a woman with a tail popped into her mind. She fainted and she fell with a loud thud. Then her father came into her room after he heard the noise. “Isabella, are you okay?”Her father had lifted her up in his arms and her eyes started to flutter.“Dad what happened? Why are you in my room?”“Well I heard a loud noise coming From your room and I found you on the floor not even close to your bed. Why are you by your window?”“I heard a woman singing and I walked over to the window to see where the voice was coming from.”“Did you see anything?”“Yes, I saw a glowing pink mist. Then I saw an image pop into my head and that's all I can remember.”“What

"So you want to help Jack?" Miss Alice studied Thomas over the rim of her glasses."Yes, I want to offer him a real home." Thomas met her gaze steadily, his hands folded in his lap."You want to adopt a fifteen-year-old." Miss Alice tested the weight of the idea aloud, not quite phrasing it as a question."Yes." He didn't waver."Hmmm. Okay. Let's see what he wants to do." She sighed and reached for the phone on her desk, instructing Mr. Lyle to fetch Jack from the common room.Lyle poked his head through the doorway of the common room. "Mrs. Alice wants to see you.""Why does she want to see me?" Jack's stomach tightened immediately. In his experience, being summoned rarely meant good news."Who knows. Maybe she knows what you did last night." Lyle smirked, clearly enjoying Jack's discomfort.A grimace crossed Lyle's face as he led the boy down the hall and knocked on the office door."Come in." Miss Alice's voice carried through the wood."Well, go in, boy." Lyle muttered, giving Ja

Mr. Lyle sat in a chair in front of the door, shining the flashlight directly in Jack's face. Water dripped off his hair, pooling slightly on the floor beneath him."I was just out.""Yeah, out getting into trouble. I bet we will hear about it in the morning." Lyle's voice carried the weary suspicion of a man who had seen too many kids sneak back in through that same door. "Head upstairs and dry off. Change your clothes. Then come back down here and clean up this water mess.""Fine."Jack headed upstairs, water squelching in his shoes with every step. He changed his clothes, peeling the damp fabric from his skin, and found Harley waiting for him outside the door, her arms crossed and her face tight with worry."Hey you.""Hey."She gave him a hug, holding on a little longer than usual."I'm so glad you're safe.""I'm sorry I made you worry," Jack said, trying to sound light about it, though exhaustion betrayed him in his voice. "See, like I told you. I'm back.""What happened to you?"

The Waynes' car pulled up."Hello sir," the man said in a distinguished voice."Hello, Alfred."Alfred stepped out of the car and opened the doors. The Waynes climbed in, and he closed the doors gently behind them before returning to the driver's seat."Alfred, can you get me to Gotham Central as fast as possible.""Yes sir." Alfred's voice carried the calm certainty of a man who had never once failed his employer.Alfred stepped on the gas and drove away, weaving through the wet Gotham streets with practiced ease.-*-"Jack, Jack, Jack." Gordy sighed, rubbing his temples as though the weight of the boy's troubles had settled directly behind his eyes. "You and me. I was hoping we got past this. I just spoke to you this morning. Why?""What did you expect?" Jack's voice held more exhaustion than defiance."I just want you to at least try. You're putting so much stress on Miss Alice. She's trying her hardest to keep you guys safe. Think about that. You're truly letting me down, Jack."J

Harley and Mike made it back to the Orphanage, ducking into the alley where three ropes hung from the side of Moe's Bakery, worn from countless nights of secret comings and goings."Race you to the top," Mike whispered, already reaching for the second rope."You're on," Harley said, tying her bag to the first rope before hauling herself up, her arms burning with the familiar strain.They scaled the ropes with practiced ease and crossed the roof to the windows. Mike swung a leg over the sill of the boys' window and paused."You coming, or are you gonna stand there all night?" he asked.Harley didn't answer right away. She stared toward the street, a knot forming in her stomach."Harley?""I'm just thinking about Jack," she said finally. "Where do you think he is?""He's probably already back, laughing at us for taking the long way," Mike said, though his voice lacked conviction."Yeah," Harley murmured. "Probably."She climbed toward the girls' side, but her eyes lingered on the empty

The floor creaked. Harley's eyes snapped to the doorway; Mike's darted to the stairs. Both froze, straining to hear if the sound would come again."Harley, Mike," Jack whispered, waving them over, his hand cutting through the dark in a quick, urgent motion. "Here."He handed them a flashlight and one list each, his fingers brushing theirs in the exchange."Each of you look at your list and only grab the things on it. Don't make trouble for anybody else. Let's keep quiet and get done as fast as we can." He paused, concern softening the edge in his voice. "Harley, Mike, be careful.""Okay, J.""Yes, Boss."They filled their burlap sacks with food and other items, moving carefully between the shelves, while Jack filled another sack with random things, glancing over his shoulder every so often. They met back in the last aisle, all three a little breathless from the effort and the fear of being caught."Did you get everything on your list?" Jack asked."Yes. Boy, is this sack heavy," Mike

Jack and Harley hugged the shadows along the rooftop, moving carefully until they reached the fire escape. Jack set his bag down and pulled out three sheet ropes, his hands quick and practiced despite the darkness. He had clearly rehearsed this moment in his mind, running through every knot and every step until the motions felt like second nature."What are those for?" Harley tilted her head, curious."I came up with this idea last night," Jack said, testing the knots with a firm tug. "It should make things a little easier. We're going to use these three ropes to pull up our bags instead of carrying them up.""Oh, I was wondering how we were going to get our stuff on the roof." Relief softened her voice; the climb had already left her arms aching, and the thought of hauling a heavy bag up a ladder had been gnawing at her since they started.Jack tied the three ropes to the chimney shoots and tossed the slack over the edge, watching it unspool into the darkness below. There was a quiet