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CHAPTER EIGHT Locked Away Long Ago "She 's right you know. Then again, she always is," Seth smiled broadly and his eyes disappeared in the creases. "We thought the same thing, but we weren 't sure where to look for him," Cotton replied and I saw him bite down nervously on his lower lip. "So that 's your problem." "Yes." "Well, why 'd you wait until now to tell me? Why didn 't you say something before?" "Huh? I 'm confused," Emma said. He ignored her remark. "Well that 's neither here nor there now." "Do you know where he 's at?" I asked. "Sure I do," he said, staring at me so hard that his chin whiskers quivered. "Doesn 't everyone?" "No," Cotton shouted impatiently. "Everyone does not know. I mean there 's rumors, but no one knows for sure except you I guess." Seth nodded. "Well then if you know where he is …show more content…
Already? You 've just begun," the wise old elf asked scratching his head. No I refuse to accept that. You can 't make me question or doubt the bravery of the young boy with the magical sword, the gnome that can find his way out of any fix, or the pretty girl with the amber locks and the great resolve in her eyes." "You 're right Seth," Cotton Shouted. "This little ah, let me see, let 's call it a setback, is nothing in comparison to our perils in the Enchanted Forest. Do you remember Aiden?" I nodded. "Of course you do. How could you possibly forget something that was so horrific ... horrible and oh so very awful," Cotton said and started dramatically prancing around the room like his pants were on fire. "That gruesome goblin with his putrid skin, I can 't even begin to describe to you Emma how unpleasant his stench was." He crinkled his tiny red nose. "It reminded me of a rotten egg. No more like a dozen rotten eggs." "Ewww ... yuck! That 's disgusting." "Tell me about it. Anyway Gordok ... oh just to speak his name causes me to shiver all over!" "I agree!" Seth said. "He 's pure
" I really wonder what happened."
“How could it have mattered then?” Silence for a moment.
"I... found out all about you like I know your parents and sister are gone somewheres and I know where and how long they’re going to be gone, and I know who you were with last night..."
“Not if you don’t know it isn’t real, it isn’t yuk.” Orson sighed but continued. “The funny thing to this day is…my brothers didn’t care once they found out it was me.”
asked, "Now I want you to tell me just one more thing. Why do you
“I have no idea. I just made that up.” Liam shouted back, a smile spread across his face.
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“Damn Bobby, stop being so suspicious,” Marty answered swatting away his assertions. “She’s just a nice girl who works hard and wants to be a model.”
Ludwig shook his head. "Nein, I don't. Maybe someone else does." He then walked back to his spot behind the bar and got back to work.
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
“Only a few certain people. My turn, what is a strange or different talent you have?” I questioned back.
“We elves rarely receive any kindness from humans and rarer do we call each other friends. As Soris said, it is no trouble for you to stay with us.”
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Once he’d realized he had had her absolute attention, he smiled… almost deviously it seemed. “So um, just so you know, we don’t like y...
"I do, I think I can believe that. I've gotten awfully mad sometimes and almost forgotten what I was doing...It wasn't anything personal."