Hadley roared a blood curdling roar. “Where is she?” He screamed tearing at his clothes and his hair.
“Hadley, calm down. Where is who?” Bastian asked. He felt it too, that unmistakable pull but to who, what? He knew he needed to find the person belonging to that scent. He felt calm, refreshed, renewed. That scent gave him hope.
“I know you feel it Bastian”, he screamed. “It is the Prophecy that tells of the mother who will bring forth the ultimate balance of good and evil. It is her, the mother of whom it speaks. I must have her Bastian, she must be mine!”
“Hadley you are rambling, you are not making sense. How can we find her if we don’t know who she is?”
Hadley walked around the house and towards the creek. “Why does the scent end here Bastian?” He demanded. “Why can I no
