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Not Your Time
A Tale of Ace Gallagher Short from Book #1
December 12, 2024

Gnashing his teeth, Ace clutched his father’s sword and swung at the raging beast before him. Anger and outrage spurred him on, but his lack of experience, coupled with his growing weakness, made his efforts unfruitful. Each swing missed as the dracleon flinched and remained just out of reach.

Finally having enough, Hylas uttered a crackly roar and swatted at Ace with a clawed paw. He made contact with the blade, and the Aureus was knocked from his hands and clattered onto the ground.

Ace was tugged in the sword's direction by the force of the blow, but before he could dive to recover his weapon, the mighty dracleon stepped on it. Between the beast’s weight, the age of the blade, and the uneven rocky ground, the sword snapped in two. His outstretched hands froze. 

The dracleon’s paw lifted, leaving blood behind on the broken blade. Eyes dilated, the beast roared again and ran at him.

Ace narrowly rolled aside, coming to rest in a coughing curl on the ground. He struggled back to his hands and knees, only to witness Hylas’ momentum carry him to a skidded stop at the edge of the cliff–and hear the clanging of metal as both halves of the Aureus sword were knocked down the mountain.

The dracleon’s wings folded. His silver eyes darted back to him.

Athena grunted as she climbed back onto the mountain’s to the summit, cradling bruised ribs with one arm. She glanced back down for only a moment to look again for Dorian, but when the dracleon roared ahead of her, she turned back to find Ace, defenseless, in the beast’s path.

“Ace!” she shouted. She ripped her rapier from its sheath and rushed at Hylas.

Distracted from his prey, he swiped at her with a backhanded paw.

She managed to duck backward, albeit painfully, and while he regained his footing, she landed a jab to the beast’s shoulder.

“Raaakk!” He bellowed. He swiftly bowed his head, thrusted his massive body forward, and squarely headbutted Athena.

The force knocked her backward, and the back of her head struck the rocky mountain. She did not get up.

“‘Thena… no!” Ace blurted, every breath a painful wheeze as he leaned heavily on his hands.

Hylas backed away in defense, as if expecting her to rise and fight again. When she did not, his posture lowered as his lips curled to bare pointed teeth.

Ace struggled to rise as his breathing grew more and more labored. He searched the mountaintop, but there was no one left to come to Athena’s aid. Then, his focus narrowed in on the hilt of a different golden sword.

Saliva dripped from the dracleon’s mouth as bared teeth parted. Silver eyes looked upon its unmoving prey. He did not notice Ace running behind him.

Ace staggered to a stop before the unsheathed Sword of Ignarathos. This was the only weapon left–and it was the only way to return Hylas to his former state.

“‘A drop of blood the blade must shed; the blood must touch the stone of red.’” He glanced up at Hylas, gritting his teeth. “This is all because of me,” he choked on the words. “If this is my final act, so be it.”

His bare hand grasped the sword’s golden hilt. He stood and brandished the sword, holding it firmly in both hands.

Immense pain ripped through his chest; the very act of breathing felt like knives within his lungs. The rosy discoloration of the curse began to spread down his arms and up his neck; the act of holding the cursed object speeding its course. He doubled over, and the tip of the sword struck the ground.

The clang caught the dracleon’s attention. He turned around quickly, his silver eyes practically bulging from his lion-like head as they honed in on the golden sword.

Ace shouted and swung the sword with both hands.

“Aarrkk!” Hylas twisted to the side and retched as the sword sliced across his maned chest. 

Ace let the sword drop–this time, on purpose–and he held the sword upside-down by the golden wings of its hilt.

Hylas roared as his leathery wings stretched to their full breadth.

Ace dove below Hylas’ teeth and pushed the red gem into the bloody gash on Hylas’ chest.

The beast uttered a scream into the air, rearing back on its hind legs before tripping and falling to his back. Writhing in pain, the cries became unearthly heaves of sound as the once great beast began to morph back into a twisting, frenzied humanoid. Wings flapped erratically on the ground, bones melted away, and fur dropped from the ever-shrinking form.

Ace had fallen to his back. He gagged, unable to inhale or exhale as his body lurched with each attempt.

The Sword of Ignarathos had come to rest between them both with blood smeared across the red gem and golden hilt.

A man emerged from the knotted figure that once resembled a great draconic lion, though much of his lower half remained covered in fur. He, too, fell still after one last howling cry.

Ace lay on the rocky ground in silence. He could not breathe. His body had ceased its movement. His vision began to fade and darken. All warmth had faded from his body.

A shadow blocked the light.

This was the end.

Instead, a voice spoke.

“It is not your time.”

The man spoke the words gently as Ace slipped from consciousness–just as a spark of warmth broke from his unmoving chest.

 

CHAPTER ?

The sun was bright as he blinked the world back into focus. He found a young woman with freckled skin and brown hair tied back in a high ponytail, glancing away to give him only the profile of her face against the blue sky.

“...Athena,” he spoke breathily.

She nearly gasped as a smile broke out across her “Ace–oh, thank goodness! Are you all right?”

He grimaced and sucked in a deep breath. His expression fell blank as he exhaled. “I can breathe,” the words escaped his lips. “I can breathe!”

“The curse is broken,” Dorian came into view, crouching down beside Athena. 

“Dorian,” He huffed out a relieved sigh through a parted smile.

“Hey,” the usually stoic Kalgaran found a smile of his own.

From his angle, Ace could easily see the patch-sized bandage Dorian hid under his spilled hair –which hid the fact that was missing his left eye. He also saw a variety of scrapes, cuts, and bruises–undoubtedly from Dorian’s fall from the summit. His presence, however, proved he was able to climb his way back despite his injuries.

His eyebrows twitched, scanning similar wearing on Athena’s cheeks and arms. Memories of her being knocked out made his own head ache.  “Are you both okay?” He asked.

“I’ll heal,” Dorian said passively.

“I’m better now,” Athena admitted as she squeezed Ace’s hand–alerting him she had been holding it the entire time. He recoiled his hand as she blushed and returned her hand to her lap as Dorian glanced at her slyly.

Ace rolled away and onto his side. “Where’s Mioko and Raeya?” He asked, his eyes skimming the mountain’s edge before he pushed himself up to his knees.

“I haven’t seen them since Mioko fell,” Athena replied. “I hope they’re both all right.”

“Between Mioko being able to heal and Raeya able to change into animals,” Dorian followed their gaze, “I bet they made out better that we did.”

“Listen,” Ace held out his hand suddenly before inhaling and exhaling a few times. “I don’t think I’ve breathed this well in my entire life!”

“The curse is broken,” the Kalgaran repeated. “At last, you’re free of its grip.”

Ace rubbed a hand against his chest. The scarred birthmark was gone. The discolored pink splotches were gone. His heart beat steadily beneath his palm–all pain removed. “Thank you,” he glanced up at Dorian and Athena, “for everything.”

Athena bowed her head sheepishly while Dorian shrugged. “What else were we going to do?”

“I thought you had to keep an eye on me since I still owe you a bunch of potions,” Ace smirked.

“Considering I broke everything else I owned falling off the mountain,” he cocked an eyebrow, “I’ll call us even now.”

Ace grinned at him, only for his eyes to drift to the motionless figure beside him. “...Hylas,” he whispered. He pushed himself to his feet and started over, only to wince when he studied the half-shifted Amorfian’s form. Pale, bony skin and the remnants of black fur seemed to be heaped in a pile speckled with blood.

“He died before he could finish changing,” Dorian stepped beside him. 

Ace found it hard to breathe for an entirely different reason. “Did I… kill him?” He asked cautiously, as if hoping there would be no answer.

He shook his head. “None of his wounds would have killed him; they were too shallow, and there’s no evidence he bled out.”

“Then…”

As if on cue, the scattering of rocks nearby alerted the three of the final two members of their traveling party’s return.

Mioko slid from the back of the black-furred mule moments before it shifted back into a fur-covered Raeya.

“Hylas!” She moaned before rushing towards him. She faltered before gently coming to her knees beside him. She placed a hand on his face, her expression wavering between sorrow and disappointment.

Mioko gently laid his cloak around her shoulders. “Is he…”

“I think the curse stopped his heart.” Dorian answered.

“It was my fault he got the curse,” Ace hissed coldly, eyes still glued to his form.

“It was his decision to take the sword,” Dorian turned his good eye toward Ace, “and his alone.”

Raeya narrowed her silver eyes. “And he reaped his reward,” she muttered. Despite her apparent indifference, a tear glistened on her eyelashes.

Athena noticed, however, and she crouched beside her. “I’m sorry, Raeya,” she placed a hand on her back.

The Amorfian shut her eyes, wrapping the cloak around her body. “We must bury him here.”

Mioko gestured to the ground. “But, this entire mountain is rock.”

She stood abruptly. “We must find a place as close as we can; Amorfians must be buried where their spirit left this world, even if it’s at the foot of this mountain.”

“Then, we will honor that,” Dorian said, garnering a surprised glance from her.

“We should bring the sword back to Lord Ignarathos, too.” Ace said. He rolled his shoulders and pulled the sides of his white shirt together to button it back up. “Unless we can find a way to destroy this thing while we’re here.”

Mioko shook his head. “Because of its great power, the only thing, I read, that could destroy it was a fire not made with human hands.”

“So… a fire caused by lightning? Or something?”

“Perhaps,” Mioko shrugged and glanced up at the sky. “Doesn’t look like rain anytime soon, though.”

“Prince Ignarathos said to return it; so for now, we can return it.” Ace found his black overshirt and gloves on the other side of the summit. He slipped on the gloves, then returned to the Sword of Ignarathos to wrap the hilt in the black fabric. “Can you hand me the sheath?”

Athena was already gathering it, and she carried it over to Ace for him to gently lift and slide the sword within it.

Once sheathed, Ace paused before slipping on his overshirt. “Did you need this?” He held out the shirt to Raeya.

She shook her head and returned to her pack mule form. Mioko’s cloak fell from her back. “I will carry Hylas.”

Between the four of them, they took Mioko’s cloak and wrapped it around the fallen Amorfian’s body. They, then, lifted him up to place upon her back.

Athena hissed when this action reminded her her ribs were still bruised. As soon as the body was placed, she bowed and cradled her middle with her arm.

“Here,” Mioko stopped her, reaching a hand toward her side.

“No,” Athena stepped away. “Now that I know how your magic works, I don’t want you taking something I can handle.”

“It’s all right,” he offered with a smile. “I heal fast.”

She frowned, allowing him to gently rest his hand on her side. The yellow gem around his neck glowed brighter as the pain of her bruises faded.

Mioko winced for only a moment, stifling a quick breath, before he was able to relax.

Athena, too, smiled lightly. “Thank you,” she said.

He looked at Dorian. “Do you–”

“No, thanks,” he didn’t even glance up from the rope he was tying.

Mioko simply nodded and turned back to the others. He noted Ace, healed and curse-free, standing full of new life beside the body of Hylas, hanging lifelessly from the black-furred mule. “It’s unfortunate,” he said after a moment, “the sword still took a life, even though we healed the one dying from it.”

Athena and Ace glanced at each other.

Raeya’s long ears flicked back on her head.

“Life is full of giving and taking,” the Kalgaran looked out across the landscape before breathing out a short sigh. “I am ready to be back on the ground, now.”

Mioko smiled as Ace shook his head with a smirk.

“Then, let’s go.”

 

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What, something from book 1?? Funnily enough, it's right at the big climax before the ending! I'm getting closer to the beginning I suppose 😅 I debated splitting it into 2 parts at the "chapter?" break but meh.

Lots of sub-plots wrapped up leading up to this moment: like discovering how Mioko's 'healing power' really works (not in great detail yet, just that he takes on whatever he takes away) and realizing Dorian is half-blind (and not just sporting an emo haircut for no reason). There was also a lot of tension between Dorian/Kalgaran and Raeya and Hylas/Amorfian since their races aren't fans of each other, but at least Raeya and Dorian begin to smooth things enough for them to be kind, though it still catches Raeya off guard.

A few 'changes' from the older drafts are Dorian wearing a small bandage over his left 'eye'. I figured considering the cirumstances of his injury, he would have lost his eye completely, and he's not going to leave that uncovered beneath his hair. Also, as Ace's curse progresses into the final stages, his skin gets splotchy so there's more of a visual of his oncoming doom (that sounds terrible).

Lastly, I grappled with what to do about the Amorfians as they shift when they're wearing clothes... do they shift with them? Do they lose them? I feel like shifting with them is lazy... lol... so I was trying out Raeya just keeping fur "on" until she can be clothed again. Especially in non-Amorfian society, they realize the importance of modesty around other humans.

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The young unicorn was fading into a warm, ivory color. His rump and back were dappled with gold. His legs were still gray, but his feathers being a downy white led Penny to believe his legs too would change.

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“I know. I’m sorry,” Penny said, stroking his nose. “Paige will send Garrett and Colton to search for me if I'm not back before her.” She laughed ruefully. “They’d sure be surprised knowing I was hanging out in their backyard all this time.” She nuzzled him as he nuzzled her cheek. “I’ll try to come back soon.”

She stashed her grooming supplies in a tree hollow just beyond the ivy veil. She blew Hodge a kiss as she stomped through the long grass, leaving him and the glade behind.

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“I wanted to see Garrett,” Paige said. “My break starts Monday, so I’m thinking we can hang out Saturday or Sunday.” She smirked. “Just us two. You and Colton will have to entertain yourselves.”

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Levi dropped onto the other side of the booth with his girlfriend, each of them carrying a tray of fries. Penny had forgotten the girlfriend’s name shortly after they met a couple of weeks ago, and had since avoided needing to say it while waiting for someone else to say it. Unfortunately, she suspected Colton had also forgotten her name since he always referred to her as Levi’s girl, and Levi always used a pet name.

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She contributed when she could while stealing glances at her photos. There must’ve been old ones she hadn’t put up yet that she could use.

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She flipped her phone over in her lap. “Sorry.”

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“Oh, cool,” she said politely. “I’m on there too.” She tried to hide her smug smirk. “I just crossed one hundred followers.”

“Awesome! The first hundred is hard,” Penny said. 

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She narrowed her eyes as Colton roughly nudged her shin. “I’m nearing eleven million.”

Levi choked on his soda loud enough and dramatic enough that it had his girlfriend's reaction go from shock to concern in half a second. Colton went around the table to slap him on the back.

“E-eleven… million,” Levi choked out.

“I've been on for years,” Penny said dismissively. “It’s a time thing.”

“I've been on since the fourth grade,” the girlfriend said flatly.

Penny awkwardly sipped her soda.

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“Penny, come with me to the bathroom,” the girlfriend said.

She had heard of this phenomenon of girls going to the bathroom together. She guessed she was now old enough to be initiated. She gave Colton a slight shrug and followed the girlfriend from the table.

Not needing the bathroom, she waited by the mirrors. She inspected her green eyes and checked her teeth.

The girlfriend washed her hands and applied lip gloss. “Eleven million. Wow.” She smacked her lips. “Do you put couple pics up? What gets more traction? Kissing or cutesy?”

“Me and Colton haven't…,” she trailed off, blushing furiously.

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“Dunno,” Colton said. “Maybe she won’t finish.”

“Who really cares,” Levi said. “She’s such a nasty…,” he looked at his girlfriend’s scowl, “person.”

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Colton did have a point; this could be her opening into moving closer to Hodge. The Sizemores had expressed some interest in her last year, and once Aaliyah aged out, they would no longer get a stipend. She would have to bring up the Sizemores the next time she met with her caseworker.

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They didn't talk about anything specific, but Penny could sense an anxiousness coming off her friend. He fidgeted more and would not meet her eye.

They were in Colton’s driveway when he finally said, “So… what do girls do when they do that bathroom thing…?”

“You want to know if we talked about you guys," Penny smirked. “Only a little.”

“A little… good or bad?”

Penny shrugged. “It was more about pictures  and I think….” She didn't want to tell him that the girlfriend had been probing in one of those odd bullying moves girls seemed to do. “Well, she asked for some advice, but I didn't really have any. I've only put up two pictures of us, and none of them were kissing.”

Her cheeks grew hot. She had practically forgotten that the probing was that specific and personal. She froze on the front step, her mind racing for an excuse to leave rather than to wait for Paige. She stole a look at him and found his round face red too.

“So, um… I have thought about that…,” Colton said, failing to sound casual. “My mom… when I said you were my girlfriend, she was really strict about not putting any kind of pressure on you… so I haven't said anything about… kissing….”

“Then …you want to?”

“Well, of course! Levi and Gage says it's great. And Gage isn't pretending this time. I caught him with an actual girl by the lockers. And Garrett and Paige always look really happy, so….” He turned more scarlet. He cleared his throat. “D-do you want to?”

It hadn’t crossed her mind to kiss Colton, or anyone, until that moment in the bathroom. “Um… I guess?”

Colton lit up, the presence of his heavy blush making him look like he was glowing red. They planted their feet, squaring up to each other. It took a minute before they could meet each other’s eyes, and another before they moved from their frozen spots.

Penny squeezed her eyes shut, peeking to make sure she was still leaning towards Colton (him doing the exact same). His mouth bumped against hers. She held still, slowly opening her eyes to see if there was some kind of cue to what she was supposed to be doing. She pulled away when none presented. They smiled shyly at each other.

“Want to come in to wait,” Colton asked, a grin all over his face.

She shook her head. “I’m going to walk by the Sizemores’ place,” Penny said. “Put myself on their minds. Tell Paige to pick me up there?”

She immediately went to the glade, her heart thumping and a smile forming on her face. The kiss was weird, but not bad. It helped that it was Colton. They had been friends for a long time, and he had been just as awkward. She felt as if she crossed some previously unknown threshold; she was older now.

“Hodge,” she called softly. “Hodge, come here, handsome. We don’t have long.”

The unicorn appeared through the curtain. He calmly strode over, giving her a nicker and bobbing his head happily.

Penny jump-stomped through the long grass to reach him. She reached out to stroke his cheek, but he jerked back. She looked over her shoulder, saw nothing, and reached again.

Hodge flattened his ears and snorted. He backed up, tossing his head.

“What’s wrong?” She tried to pet him, shushing him soothingly, but it agitated him more. “Hodge?”

She recoiled, her heart dropping into her stomach. The book Mother Mary Clare had, the entry on unicorns, said they were calmed only by virgin maidens. They were hostile to non-virgin women, and outright aggressive to men.

"But… Hodge,” Penny pleaded, tears forming in her eyes, “it was a kiss. Not even open-mouthed or anything.” She reached for him. “Hodge, please….”

He let loose a high-pitched, angry bray and took off for the woods.

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The guess with Colton's mom was right; she clearly saw her son was developing a crush and just noped them from being foster candidates. I've grown to like Colton's unnamed mom, lol. I would have to double check the timeline, but I think Penny is 12/13 now. She's more of a "late bloomer" in the dating and romance (also call she's being a normal pre-teen) compared to the others. The first part of this would be March/April, the second part would be late June/July.

Penny's animal friend being a unicorn was always going to present an interesting problem as she got older. Hodge rebuffing her over a very simple, three second kiss was one of the earliest scenes I had with the two of them.

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September 23, 2026
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The group home allowed Penny to stay after winter break ended, but made it very clear that they were the most temporary of temporary. Her caseworker ended up extending her search to the very edges of the school district, with multiple warnings that she may need to prepare to switch schools. Those conversations were frequent once the school year ended.

Hodge was her solace. She spent nearly every day in the glade, brushing him smooth and detangling his mane. His body had lightened to a glowing silver, and she could see golden dapples emerging on his haunches. His mane and tail tuft were now white with waves and loose curls; the tail tuft ended with a tight, little spiral that half the time she left alone if she wasn’t fluffing it out.

She flipped through her book lazily, humming in mild amusement. “You having cloven hooves means you need to chew cud… Oh, wait, pigs don’t chew cud. I guess that means you don’t need to? So… you’re like a horse and pig mixed together?” She laughed at Hodge’s loud snort. “Sorry, I know you’re unique. I’m trying to figure out what I can.”

She spent the next forty minutes combing out his mane and weaving pink and yellow ribbons into it. She brushed his forelock with her fingers, fluffing it up around his black, spiral horn. Her fingertips lightly touched the base and traced up to the tip.

“There must be something I can use to take care of it,” Penny mused. “Like with your hooves. There’s hoof polish. Doesn’t feel like the same thing as your hooves though....” She heartily patted his neck. “Go ahead. Act natural.”

Hodge blinked his large eyes at her before he went to graze. She took out her phone, recording five-second clips and taking pictures from different angles.

Her Instagram account had been gaining hundreds of followers a week since she started showing photos of Hodge. There was much debate in the comments about if he was real or not, with the final verdict typically being the non-believers badgering the others into accepting unicorns did not exist.

She never tipped the scale one way or another, never responded to comments at all except to say thanks if someone said something particularly meaningful or offered a good suggestion. The arguing was too amusing.

Hodge jerked his head up, ears pointed forward before flattening into his mane.

“What's—?”

Penny heard it too. The unmistakable sounds of ATVs, and fast approaching. She rushed at Hodge, waving her arms and hissing “shoo”. The unicorn gave her a hurt, reproachful look before moving at a slow trot through the ivy curtain. She raced for the same curtain, jerking still, and spinning back to collect her things.

The ATVs crashed into the glade seconds later. She guiltily put her bucket and backpack behind her back, nervously smiling at Garrett and Colton as they sped by. Colton’s ATV made a wide turn, flattening more of the ivy, and doubled back to her.

“Penny?” He turned off the engine, blinking at her in surprise. “What… what are you doing out here?” He looked around. “How’d you get here?”

“Walked… I’ve been taking pictures of the glade. I’m obsessed with it.”

“Right…,” Colton trailed off, looking at her as if she lost her mind. “Want a ride back?”

Her eyes darted to the treeline. She could sense Hodge waiting, watching, could practically see him pawing impatiently at the ground as he waited for her to call him back out.

It would be suspicious if she sent Colton away. He might even stick around–secretly or otherwise–to see why she wanted to stay.

“Yeah, sure, that’d save me a walk,” Penny said. She glanced at the bucket of horse combs and her backpack. “Umm…. Oh! Colton, look!”

She threw the bucket towards the rock when Colton turned, flinching at how red it was among the green. She shouldered her bag, and jumped on behind him, shrugging when he turned in his seat to look at her quizzically.

“Thought I saw something up on the trail,” she said sheepishly. “Ready?”

They sat on Colton’s front step drinking soda. He caught her up on his adventures with Levi and Gage (whose girlfriend never did materialize over the school year). Destiny and Whitney had found some other girls into crochet and knitting, so were regulated more as friends that just exchanged waves in the hall. Penny had guessed as much having found herself hanging out with either the guys or the girls, and gradually more with the guys over the seventh grade year, but it sounded as if they hadn’t texted or spoken to Colton and the guys since summer started.

“Not much different from you,” Colton said.

“Me? I haven't ditched you guys,” Penny protested.

“Not as obviously, but you don't hang out like you did. You come by sometimes and text, but you're always running off to do your photo thing.” Colton drained his bottle. “But Garrett says it's normal. You hit seventh grade, new people and all that, and it's worse if you're girls and guys.”

It felt a bit unfair and as if Colton was blaming her. Gage had ditched them long before she started pulling away. Levi too. She was managing her photography, keeping under the radar at the home, keeping her grades up to add no additional concerns or reasons to be moved, and keeping Hodge a secret. Having any social life was doing well. Colton had no idea.

“You know… you mentioned that place wanting to get rid of you…,” Colton trailed off. “I said something about it to my mom…”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “She complains me and Garrett are too much. I thought maybe she’d want to take a try at having a girl around.”

“You asked her to foster me?” 

Little bubbles of happiness burst in her chest. Colton’s mom seemed nice. She got along with Colton and Garrett. The best yet, Hodge was in the backyard.

Her smile faltered. “Oh… I think it takes a long time to get approved for that….”

“Yeah… she said that,” Colton said uneasily. “And… um, isn’t sure it’s a great idea….”

A cold wave washed over her. She was still damaged goods, even according to her friend’s mother. She set her mostly empty bottle aside and got to her feet.

“I should head back. I got to show my face around the home soon so they don’t worry.”

“Garrett can—.”

“I got my bus pass; it’s fine,” Penny dismissed. “Text later? We can all hang out or something.”

She thought of going back for her grooming bucket, or to say a proper goodbye to Hodge, but didn’t want to risk Colton or Garrett driving through the glade again. She alternated between a brisk walk and jog to the bus stop, then promptly sat and cried on her knees until it came.

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Her caseworker looked much more exhausted than during previous visits. She no longer had pink streaks in her hair. There was a dullness to the blonde locks, and she had started the habit of wearing large frames to filter out blue-light; she previously complained about headaches and blamed the screens.

Penny sat still in her chair, her green eyes wandering to her open phone whenever she was sure the caseworker was too preoccupied to notice. A small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips at the 9.9 million count next to the followers label.

“It’s not looking good….” Penny quickly covered her phone and watched the caseworker. “The home feels they’ve been more than generous… I did reach out to the Lamberts to see if they’d clarify on the aggression thing, but they didn’t want to talk. No hope getting that expunged.”

“Figures.”

“The Sizemores did express some interest. Not enough to take you tomorrow, but they do have you on their mind from time to time.” She glanced over the top of her glasses. “They have your previous foster sister, right?”

“As far as I know.”

“Could be an option then….”

She shuttered at the idea of once more living with Aaliyah. The home was full of kids worse, but in the group setting there were other targets.

“What about foster to adopt? That could open other options.”

Penny vigorously shook her head.

“Right… Well, that leaves really only one path forward, and I was trying to avoid it….” She removed her glasses with a heavy sigh, and knitted her fingers in front of her. “Your home has been impressed with your behavioral shift, and that’s another reason they won’t keep you anymore. They recommended a home for girls your age. …It’s not in your school district.”

The girls’ home was over an hour away, closer to the city. She would be bumped down into a middle school for eighth grade. This home was more strict with outings, usually needing a chaperon or buddy for even basic walks. Visiting Hodge would be completely out of the question unless she snuck out in the middle of the night, and the buses wouldn’t be running then.

“I think that’s all… You’ll have the weekend to pack up. They want you moved before the first day. Complete fresh start and all.” The caseworker pinched at her eyes and stifled a small yawn. “Sorry I couldn't get it worked out for you. You're one of the nice ones. If all my cases were like you, I wouldn't be going back to school to find something else.”

“Oh… I had a feeling you were quitting,” Penny muttered. 

“Changing careers isn't quitting.  …Some of these other kids are vicious though. All I want is to help, but they couldn't care less.” She cleared her throat and straightened. “Anyway, questions?”

“Yeah….” Penny fiddled with her phone, keeping her eyes down. “I wasn’t always an adoption candidate, so… was there some kind of update with my mom?”

The caseworker raised an  overtweezed eyebrow. She went back to her computer, typed something, and propped her face up with her hand. She had a glazed expression. She gave a shrug.

“It doesn’t say anything specific. Says you were given up at birth, so you not being a candidate until recently is kind of weird. Let’s see…,” she scrolled, “yeah, nothing specific. My guess is there was some kind of contact between her and the system, but all that evaporated. Either she flat out said she wasn’t able to get her life together before you aged out, or she just fell off the map.”

“She was keeping tabs on me?” It made sense considering Aisling was her caretaker when she was small. “Is there anything in there about my aunt? Aisling Fox, or she might be under Sister Mary Agnes.”

“Nothing… There were inquiries made about where you were sent after your first home changed administrations, but it doesn’t give any names.” She leaned into the back of her chair. “Unless they suddenly appear in the next day or two, you’re still going to be sent to that girls’ home. I wouldn’t waste your energy thinking about this.”

It was the first real instance that a caseworker told her that Keena had tried to keep in her life. Something had changed that.

It was also the first time she had been told Aisling was looking for her. She had known that instinctively, but it was nice to hear it said out loud.

The more pressing issue was this move. It was imminent and she saw no way out of it.

She sighed heavily as she waited for her bus. She opened her phone, went to the camera, and turned it on herself. She took a breath and hit record.

“Hey! Behind the photos. I’m Penny. A foster kid, about to be moved again. Hodge pictures will be on hiatus for a bit.” Her eyes teared. “Sorry.”

She uploaded it to her Instagram and tucked her phone away.

Aisling was probably still looking for her, but if Keena had truly given her up this time, entertaining adoption could keep her from being moved too far. She could always sabotage her placement if the parents started to seriously consider keeping her, give Keena or Aisling more time to find her.

She stayed seated as her bus to the home drove off. She took the one that came out near Colton’s.

Hodge was half in the glade. The ivy curtain was draped over his back like a cape. He gave a happy nicker as soon as he spotted her, but did not trot over. He lowered his head and went back to grazing.

She sank onto her usual rock. Her eyes grew more and more teary as she watched Hodge until she couldn’t hold it back anymore. She hugged her knees and buried her face in them to stifle her sobbing. She was jolted out of her hopelessness by Hodge knocking her off the rock with a hard nosing.

She gave a watery laugh, hugging him around his face and then again around the neck once she stumbled up to her feet.

“I’ll come back,” she said. “They won’t keep us apart. I swear it.”

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Where I mostly grew up, it was rural so after sixth grade you went to a combination junior-senior high school. It's not surper uncommon in non-rural areas. More common is having a middle school in the equation, so I figured where Penny was since leaving NY was rural WV and now she's being moved to slightly less rural WV.

And anything else I was going to say is gone because I'm having "what's that" shouted at me.

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September 16, 2026
DO.Penny.11

The full moon washed everything in ghostly, white light. The ivy shone black with the shadows even darker; the entire glade monochromatic. Penny hugged herself tightly against the early autumn night while keeping her phone out in front of her for some meager light.

She had to wait nearly a week until the full moon. There was no telling if this was the right glade, or if the unicorn colt was still there. The extra light from above was a non-negotiable for her midnight escapade. Not just for searching the glade, but for navigating the yards and smaller streets where the streetlights did not go.

Her breath caught as rustling reached her ears. She spun around, but her phone light was not strong enough to reach the ivy curtains. She took a breath and tucked her phone away, shutting her eyes.

The woods beyond crackled and chirped. There was rustling again, but there was a skittish quality that called to mind rabbits. A larger, more careful swish of the ivy and undergrowth reached her ears. The steps sounded more deliberate, closer to how a deer would move.

The glade looked brighter when she opened her eyes. She could see the ivy swaying as something passed through, but couldn’t see the creature. She crept nearer and an outline started to appear. 

It was roughly the size of a pony, but slimmer. It must’ve been grayish. The moonlight would not reflect off it, and it blended into the scenery too much to be either black or white.

She extracted a molasses cookie from her pocket, set it on a rock, and backed off. She waited, and waited. And waited.

Her head snapped up. She blinked drowsily, rubbing her eyes as she staggered up to her feet. She was damp with dew. The moon was not as high and the glade was now washed in soft gray as pre-dawn broke. Cold dread washed over her. The caretakers at the home would’ve noticed she was missing by now.

The cookie was gone. She stared at the spot with disappointment seeping into the pit of her stomach. She had missed it, unicorn or otherwise.

A snort behind her froze her solid.

The colt was the most magnificent animal she had ever seen. True, his knees were still knobbly, more like a horse foal compared to a two-year-old, and his slate gray coat, mane, and tail tuft were frizzy. Even still, his deep brown eyes had an intelligence greater than any animal she’d encountered. His black, spiraled horn was short but looked carved from obsidian. A lion-like tail flicked lazily, and he pawed the grass with cloven hooves.

Penny slowly stretched her hand out, inching nearer and nearer as he continued to stand still.

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Her caseworker had pink streaks in her hair. Penny could not decide if she liked it or not, and always circled back to herself having dark hair. She would have to bleach it to change colors, and that extra step always put her off hair dying.

“Hmm… I don’t know, Penny, the home does have a good point….”

“It was once,” Penny said blandly.

“Yes, but you really freaked them out. Disappearing in the middle of the night is serious. They had to file a report.” She signed heavily, and fiddled with one of the pink locks in her blonde hair. “If this happened at a placement with a family, then you’d be relocated.”

“It was a full moon,” Penny said. “I wanted to see how my phone would do with night pictures. It won’t happen again. I swear!”

“They want to send you back to New York… That might be too extreme.” She shuffled through Penny’s file. “Your other group home exists, but—.”

“But it’s not the same people in charge,” Penny finished. “It’s even more for problem kids than this one.” She leaned forward. “You can’t send me away! I won’t disappear again.”

“It would suck to move right after starting junior high… You could end up at a really populated middle school, and that could lead to bullying or something….” The caseworker mumbled under her breath, checking different notes. “Your last placement was just a town over. Did you get to reconnect with old elementary friends?”

Penny nodded, her throat now too dry to respond. 

She suspected some type of fallout from sleeping outside, but the caretakers at the home had been subdued after screaming at her, and she thought she was in the clear. It didn’t occur to her that they had filed a police report, contacted the caseworker, and started the process of moving her elsewhere.

She had only managed to get back to the glade once between meeting the colt and this meeting, and he had not been around. She left him two molasses cookies and was itching to get back there to see if he would come out of hiding this time.

“There’s no red flags in your file other than the fighting with the other kids, and whatever it was that Lambert family was talking about. Which, to me, sounded like you were stressed because of what was going on with your friend, so I don’t know how much weight that really has.” She hummed, searching the file. “Yeah, nothing that suggests you’re getting into drugs, or self-harm, or sex… Which also means you’ve been safe from abuse according to what I learned in class….” She blinked and looked up quizzically. “You had a request to go to church? Really?”

“I was raised by nuns.”

“Oh. True. …Still, little weird, but if it keeps you grounded….” The caseworker shut the file. “How about I beg the home to keep you until winter break? I can try finding a placement in the same school district.” She shrugged. “Either they’ll decide you can stay, or you’ll get placed. You got to keep in line though, Penny. If you stray, they’ll flip out and I’ll be forced to move you. Got it?”

Penny sputtered her thanks repeatedly, keeping up the stream as she was ushered from the office.

She took the bus towards Colton’s rather than back to the group home. There was still time before dinner, and surely being slightly late could be chalked up to her meeting with the caseworker.

The cookies were gone. There were slight indents around the rock she had left them on, too big to be deer prints. She looked around but saw no other signs of the colt. She sat on the rock and dug out a thin book about horses from her backpack.

Movement caught her attention as the sky started darkening. Her heart blipped as the colt nosed through the curtain of ivy. He raised his head, staring, and silently walked nearer.

Penny carefully put her book away and took out the squashed, plastic-wrapped cookie from the bottom of her bag. She held it out to him, barely daring to breathe. Her face hurt from how wide her smile was when he took the cookie, bobbing his head in approval as he munched.

“I should bring you healthier snacks,” Penny murmured, “but I figured you eat enough grass and stuff.”

She tenderly stroked his nose with her fingertips; his dark, intelligent eyes half closed at her touch. She pet his smooth cheek with her other hand, marveling that he was allowing her to be so close and hold his face.

“I’ll try coming back tomorrow,” she told him. “It’s the weekend. I can spend all day here without anyone caring.”

It took several minutes for Penny to tear herself from him. The sky was now fully deep red with no hint of the sun left. She couldn’t risk angering the home further. She couldn’t risk them sending her far from this unicorn colt, especially with the knowledge that he would be all alone.

It was a relatable feeling punctuated by lapses with companions. Unlike her friends–with the expectation of Brooke–this colt also lacked a family to provide some feeling of comfort or safety, same as her.

Penny stared at the ceiling listening to the easy breathing of her roommates. Her eyelids were heavy. She smiled as a name flitted through her mind right before she fell asleep.

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The leaves were starting to turn. It was cool and sunny, perfect for one of Penny’s favorite Goodwill sweaters (red and orange maple leaves falling across a sage green sweater). She sat on her usual rock in the now browning ivy glade, a book with different horse braids open on her knees. A red, plastic bucket was placed nearby. It had three different types of horse brushes and a large, metal comb for manes and tails.

“Hodge,” Penny called. She repeatedly clicked her tongue until the colt raised his head. “Come over here.”

She stroked his nose as he greeted her. She went to work gently using the metal curry comb and slicker on his slate gray body. He stood still, rotating between munching strands of grass and nodding sleepily.

This had been her ritual every Saturday for the last month and a half. She had slowly purchased the bucket and combs from the meager allowance the home let her have from the stipend they were paid. It took ridiculously long for her to convince the administrators to allow her a library card, citing the homeless and drug addicts that typically hung around the area, but they eventually caved to her pleas. She put on a show of having her nose in an age appropriate chapter book whenever one of the adults was around. She kept her actual borrows–history, folklore, horse and horse related books–under her bed.

Hodge’s mane and tail tuft were beginning to smooth the colder the weather became, but they were still too short for Penny to do much more than fuss over. She was noticing lighter grays and whites starting to appear, some being wavy. He was also growing silky, wavy hair on his lower legs above his hooves, which Penny knew from her books was referred to as feathers.

“I wish I’d gotten to see your mother,” Penny said. “I’ve only seen pictures of old tapestries. I don’t really know what to expect with you.” She searched her backpack for the molasses cookie stashed inside. “I bet you still miss your mother. Even if only a little. …I think I miss mine, and I never really met her. Here you go, handsome boy.”

Penny found her mind wandering often to Keena Fox since meeting Hodge. It may have been the knowledge that his mother was gone, or just because he was a stronger connection to the Realm than random gnomes and fairies. It may have also been that her hopes of Aisling finding her had started to wane considerably, partly because of time and partly because she didn't want to leave Hodge.

She had no one she could ask about her mother now. Even as reluctant as Aisling had been at times, she would still try to answer any questions about Keena.

The group home smelt of overcooked hamburger when she slipped through the front. She tiptoed up the steps but was blocked from the landing by a bulky boy at least four years older. He snatched the bucket from her hand.

“Give it back, Nick!”

He searched through the bucket, and then dumped it before tossing it aside. He grabbed at her backpack, but she was ready and tightened her grip. She was yanked onto the landing, one hand pressed against her face while he kept pulling with the other.

She lost her balance with one good yank. She released the backpack to grab the railing to avoid falling backwards down the stairs.

Nick ripped apart her backpack, dumping out books, pens, and some loose homework worksheets she did on the bus rides. He finally held up her wallet with a wicked smirk, and took out the few dollars tucked inside before throwing it down the stairs.

“You don’t mind, d'you, Penny? You're due for allowance on Monday.”

He knocked into her, causing her to fall another step down, on his way down the stairs.

Penny grabbed the heavy, rubber curry comb and aimed it at the back of Nick’s head. Her short nails bit into it, her arm shaking the longer she stayed frozen, ready to throw. Hot, angry tears fell from her eyes as she lowered her arm, growling out a sigh. She went up and down the stairs, and around the landing, repacking her bucket and bag, completely ignored by the other kids hurrying to and from dinner.

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This one is pretty short too. Penny's story starts with early years like this, but then will go beyond Nellie's, so I'm getting to the point where some time skips are happening more.

I thought molasses cookies would be an approriate unicorn snack. Sugar cubes are kind of unusal to have in a house, same with hard peppermints/spearmints, and I figured Penny would gravitate to something sweeter for a mythical animal with unicorns accosiated with sparkles and sugar. (Come to think of it, we only had sugar cubes, peppermints, and spearmints when I had a horse.)

The combs I have in mind for the bucket are two curry combs, one rubber and one metal (metal works better but you always buy the rubber on first, lol, the metal is sharp and throws you off a bit if it's the first time grooming) and a slicker which is also metal. The good ones you can unhook the handle to turn into one long strip of metal with short teeth to clear out all the fur and dirt loosened by the curry.

I also fugured that unicorns would age a little differently than horses since they're not really horses. Hodge's mother was probably in her 70s, so Hodge being 2 is closer to under a year minus all the drawbacks of actually being under a year (needing mother). He's probably slightly stunted too since he's the last foal; it'd take him a bit longer to mature with his mother's lifeforce not anywhere near peak. He probably would've hung around his mother until she died both because she would be too werry to be stern and send him off, and because as he grew he would've offered her some protection.

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