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Llwyn Hazel

Summary:

The Lark is of Meadowlark. The Coven is of modern-day UK. Somehow, these two worlds manage to coexist beside each other. However, there seems to be something a little bit off under the surface. What's really going on between the two worlds? (Updates will be the first and fifteenth of every month.)

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Llwyn Hazel

I:

It takes me a while to reorient myself.

I sat up in the middle of a meadow. The bright yellows and greens popped out like a Van Gogh painting. I rubbed the back of my head as I squinted.

Where am I?

I tried to think back to what I was doing before. I got home, set down my things, and then…

I frowned as I tried to remember the next sequence of events. My eyes trailed out to see the grass waving in the gentle breeze.

Wait… I know this place. I know where I am. Took me long enough to remember again. Okay, that is solved. Now, how do I get to Felicity? I rubbed the back of my head again.

Nothing around me looked familiar. I mean, I knew where I was but I didn’t at the same time. I just ended up in a different spot than I’m used to.

My mind ran circles around the basic facts. I ended up back in Meadowlark again. It’s spring here, just like out there. I knew that because my little lambs came back from their spring break. I want to say it’s Friday but I am doubting that it would apply in this situation. I shut my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Okay, I’m overthinking this. First thing I needed was to get into town and figure out what comes next.

I wished that I could spot something familiar in this meadow that could tell me how close or far away from Felicity.

I paused when I had the feeling of someone watching me. I could see a child standing--- no, they looked crouched down and looking at me. Despite the tall grass in the way, I could make out a little bit of the face.

“Cole?”