“What was that all about?” a familiar voice asked.
Aubrey looked up to see Adrianna perched on the lowest
branch of a nearby oak tree. Her smiling face did nothing to alleviate his
frustrations. Momentarily, he refused to address her and instead stood inwardly
fuming. Finally, he relented.
“You, actually. It’s about you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, ever since I met you my life has been turned inside
out. My friends think I’m a liar --- or crazy and the Council thinks I’m hiding
some secret message.” He paused for breath.
“I’m sorry,” she began.
Everything that had happened in the last few weeks churned
within his gut yearning to lash out; to question her motives; to blame her for
all of this mess. His lips tried to form the words but in spite of himself he
said, “No, it’s not your fault.”
“Yes it is. I’m the one who talked to you. I should have
realized how the other gnomes would see it, especially your council of elders.
Aubrey, I’m sorry for anything that has happened to you.”
Silence.
“You’re right,” Aubrey finally said, “It is all your fault.” For the first time
in seemingly ages, a sly smile formed…
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