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DarkerDWD-Find Me

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                                                                    Find Me


There weren’t many places to hide.  The house that had been modified to become an orphanage barely had enough space for the beds the children slept in let alone a closet to sneak into or a quiet part of the kitchen to scurry to.  When looking for a place to hide, no one was better than him.  He was undefeated at hide and seek, though most times he wondered if the other children were even looking for him.  He could just do things the other children couldn’t, things they’d never heard of, and he knew how to think out what someone would assume when they’d be looking for him.  Needless to say, he didn’t have many friends.  But what that meant was he didn’t have to share his hiding spots with anyone, so when he’d need to hide for reasons that weren’t involved in games, there would be no one to rat him out.  He wiped the tears off his face and rubbed the welt on his cheek as he sat in the musty crawl space hidden in the upstairs closet.  He found it by accident one day and followed it all the way out to the roof.  He figured it was a way for whoever built it to get out to clean the gutters.  It hadn’t been used in a long time, and the plank of wood that covered its entrance had faded and warped to blend in with the wall perfectly.  He pulled his knees close to him in the small passage as the rain pounded on the shingles above.  He wished it wasn’t raining, he’d like to sit out on the roof for a while… just get out of this house.  Pretend he was somewhere else for just a little while.

Someone would come for him.  There had been a mistake, he knew it.  No one else was dropped off at orphanage with out a memory or explanation when they were ten.  That was a fate only for babies.  Something must have happened, he must have gotten lost and hit his head, then someone found him and brought him here as a joke.  He had to remember, it was the only way he could get in touch with his family.  With people who loved him.  There had to be someone who loved him… right?  He heard the matron screaming his name below, hitting her belt on the walls as she went.  He buried his face in his knees and held his breath.  He hadn’t done anything… he’d just wanted to read one of her books.  He was going to bring it back.  The sounds of her fury faded as he heard her storm down the hall, redirecting her angry search.  He couldn’t have been left here on purpose.  He couldn’t bring himself think that.  There was someone looking for him, he knew it.  He could feel it.  They felt far away, but he knew in his heart there was one person, just one he could feel more than anyone, wanting nothing more than to find him.  He rubbed the feeling back into his abused face as he thought this over.  Was he a prince or something?  Was he kidnapped and he’d made a daring escape only to accidentally lose his memories and wind up here?  Was that one person looking for him his royal attendant or something? He smiled miserably to himself.  Who was he kidding?  He wasn’t royalty.  And if he was, there would be more than just one person looking for him.  The fear of being found by the matron passed and he stretched out his legs the best he could.  Maybe, he was the son of someone important… maybe he’d been out and was chased down by some bad guys.  He’d seen a few Derek Blunt movies on TV here, maybe he was a spy’s son?  Maybe that person who was looking for him was his father, too afraid that his enemies had caught him to know that he’d just wandered off here.  

He felt his heart lift slightly in this dark place.  It had to be something like that… maybe not as grand or extravagant.  He’d settle for his mother loosing track of him at the grocery store and he’d accidentally got walloped with a can of soup. What he did know, was that no matter what happened there was someone out there looking for him.  Someone he hoped wouldn’t give up and would find him, take him away from this horrible place.  Someone who could tell him when his birthday was, could tell him what relative he looked like, someone who could tell him everything he wanted to know.  It didn’t have to be Derek Blunt breaking down the front door with his gadgets to whisk him away to his house in England.  It didn’t have to be the last Tsar of Russia coming to take him back to the palace.  It didn’t even have to be his parents… it could have been an Uncle twice removed, or a cousin or step sibling.  He didn’t care.  But he wanted to get away, away from the beatings he got for not speaking up when asked questions, and for the beatings he got when he talked too much.  Someone needed to save him.     He couldn’t do it alone.  He heard the floor boards creek below him and he held his breath again.  There was an earsplitting banging as the matron started hitting the ceiling with her broom.  He covered his ears and pulled his knees close to him again.  He could hear her yelling, she didn’t know where he was, but she wanted to scare him out.

“DRAKE MALLARD!  YOU GET OUT HERE THIS INSTANT!”

He closed his eyes and held his hands tightly over his ears.  It barely muffled her shouting.  He focused on the feeling inside him, someone was looking for him.

“Please…” He breathed, not daring to speak over a whisper. “…please find me.”


The night sky was clear and the moon shone through her window as she held the copper pendant over the crudely drawn map.  She stared at the pendant hard. She wasn’t sure how to do this.  Her school books were scattered around her all open to their cryptic advice in the matter.  An odd looking spider was perched on her shoulder taking in her peculiar behavior.  She looked at the map, frowned, and then put the pendant down as she scooped up a big book she’d borrowed from her father’s study.  She skimmed through the words trying to find ones she understood, there weren’t many.  The sound of foot steps flowed down the hall and she closed the book quickly as she scrambled to hide the mess that was around her.  The spider grumbled something and she shushed it.  There was just too much to fit under her bed and the knock came before she had a chance to throw her whole weight into concealing it.  As usual, he didn’t wait for an answer and the door swung open letting the candle light in.

“Morgana?  What are you doing?  You were supposed to be in bed hours ago.”  He entered the room his eyes scanning her curiously as she tried to straighten herself out.

“I… I wanted to… to… be sure I finished my homework.” She lied inexpertly.

“I checked your homework after dinner.” He reminded her suspiciously.

“O… oh yeah.”  

“What were you doing in here that you didn’t want me to see?”

“Nothing!” She fought the urge to kick the books she was trying to shove under the bed.  But that would only draw his attention more.  She was caught and she knew it.

“Morgana Macabre.” He said firmly, she felt her will break. “I’ve taught you better then to lie haven’t I?”

“Yes, daddy.” She lowered her eyes in defeat.

His oddly colored eyes surveyed the room and fell to where she’d been sitting.  He approached and she felt her heart drop when he bent down.   He  picked up the copper pendant she’d forgotten to grab.  He turned it over thoughtfully.

“A dowsing pendant? Morgana, what were you trying to find?” He asked as he closed the bit of metal in his ghastly hands.

“A… doll I lost.”

He gave her an exasperated look.  She winced and picked up one of the large books.  He glanced at the pile at her feet and one of his eyebrows rose in curiosity.  She opened the heavy volume to the page she’d been using and held it out for him to see.  He sighed and took it from her.

“Oh Morgana…”

“I know…” She wrung her hands together.

“There’s a good reason why no one pursues this task anymore.  It’s too dangerous… and the odds of anyone actually finding…”

“Are a million to one.” She finished.  He closed the book and put the dowsing pendant in his pocket.  “I just wanted…”

“Don’t worry about it my dear. Everyone goes through this phase. You’ll be over it by next week.  But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t take my books without asking.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, now… I want you to go to bed and not dwell on this nonsense.  School won’t start later because you’ve been up all night.”

“ I know.”

“Well then, good night Morgana.” He glanced at the bats sleeping on the bed posts and the spider on her shoulder.  He pointed at the tarantula. “I would have thought you’d try to talk some sense into her Archie.” The creature grumbled in its defense and he granted it a grin.  Morgana smiled, she liked it when her father was playful. He motioned for her to get in bed and she complied.  He moved across the room and paused in front of the door.  

“Good night daddy.” She yawned as she sunk into the bed.  

“Good night, dear.” He smiled as he closed the door.


Moloculo moved through the quiet castle to his study.  He sat at his desk and reached his long fingers into his pocket.  The small bit of metal glinted in the fire light and he slid the chain between his fingers.  He opened to the page she’d shown him and looked at the curling letters.  Why she’d do this now when she was eleven, years before others even began to think about it, puzzled him.  He, himself never gave the matter any real thought.  It just wasn’t expected of the spell casting community anymore.  He closed his eyes with a sigh and pushed the book away from his work.  He had a lot to do and playing with these toys wasn’t going to get any of his work done.  He dropped the pendant on the open binding and only spared the text one last glance before he moved on and forgot about this whole ordeal completely.  The soon forgotten letters read: Finding your mystical source.

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Not much to say but I've been meaning to do something like this for a while. The biggest secret in here is so spolierific DRAKE LIKES OLDER WIMMEN! Omg. :D I know I've been uploading damn depressing things lately, and even this this is sad (on Drake's half) it's still uplifting to me knowing that they do find each other. Despite the complete loss of hope on both sides. :) Also, the next update of Her Beaten Path will introduce Eek Squeak and Archie, so that's why they're here.

Hm, I think that's all I have to say about this one. Thanks for reading! :blowkiss:
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aww....poor drakey. i kinda got lost but i liked the story anyway!!!! keep it up!