A Clue

[Tabitha’s POV]

“....vaga…”

“Eve…line…”

The words drift in and out of the darkness that surrounds me while the smell of smoke reaches my nose, threatening to gag me. Soon, the sound of wood splintering and glass shattering reaches me, along with the feel of hands on my arm shaking me with so much force that it is impossible to stay in the comfortable darkness.

Gasping, my eyes fly open, and I find myself staring up into two bottomless pools of darkness, but instead of being scared, I feel nothing but comfort.

“Evangaline!” The owner of the eyes is a woman whose face resembles mine so much. “You have to get out of here!”

“But mama,” the words leave my lips on their own, and I realize that this isn’t a dream. It had to be one of Evangaline’s memories, but what exactly was she remembering? “What is happening?"

“The hunters!” The woman, Evangaline’s mother, responds. “Now come. You have to get out of here.”

“But what about you and papa?”

“We will come after you.”

As she speaks, she pulls