The tree house was empty and looked like a tornado ran through it leaving it completely wrecked.
The jar of glowing bugs was smashed on the floor and was now empty. The table was upturned, the hidden drawer thrown open and so was the window.
The swinging hammock bed painted a lonely, desolate picture with the rest of the room.
Apart from the lingering aura of Maeve, Curtis could have sworn that they were in the wrong tree house. Creepers and molds seemed to have grown and covered the surface of the floor of the front porch and the walls of the house overnight and the house now groaned with age.
Most importantly, Deretah was nowhere to be found. Neither was Princess Coral.
“W-what?" Maeve sputtered besides him “How... how did this happen?"
Curtis looked around again and heard the
