Faebound: A Novella of the Otherworld by Johnson Jenna Elizabeth

Author:Johnson, Jenna Elizabeth
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, paranormal, short stories, autism, celtic mythology, irish mythology, otherworld series
Publisher: Jenna Elizabeth Johnson

Part Four

Corpse Hounds

Bradley and Logan were sitting on the fence when I got back from fetching the basketball. It wasn’t a real fence, just part of one that marked the edge of the yard. I didn’t climb on it too much because it was made out of split rails, and it was full of splinters. Logan was sitting on the top rail facing the swamp, while Bradley was on the side that ran parallel with the horse trail, throwing rocks down into the overgrown canyon below. I could hear the rocks crashing into the underbrush, and when a covey of quail was startled into taking flight, I almost jumped out of my skin. I had a feeling anything I noticed moving down in the swamp for the next several weeks would spook me.

“There you are!” Logan exclaimed. “What have you been doing all this time?”

He hopped down from the railing and crossed his arms. He was the oldest of my brothers, and therefore, thought he was in charge of the rest of us. Logan lifted one eyebrow, doing a perfect imitation of Mom when she wanted answers.

“Who cares!” Bradley whined. “Just give us the basketball already. Mom will be calling us in for dinner any minute.”

My other brother jumped down from the fence and came toward me, swiping the ball out of my hands. He could have it. That basketball brought nothing but trouble.

“You coming, Logan?” Bradley asked as he climbed back over the fence.

Logan didn’t answer right away. He was looking at me funny.

“Logan!” Bradley barked, making to throw the ball at him.

“Hang on!” Logan bit back, holding up a hand, his eyes still fixed on me.

Did I have dirt on my face? Had I torn my pants or shirt?

I tried not to feel self-conscious, but I failed miserably. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I dropped my eyes to the dirt below. I shoved my hands into my pockets, wincing a little as the rough fabric rubbed against the scratches on my skin.

“What happened, Aiden?” Logan finally said, concern overriding the haughty tone of his voice. “You’ve got scratches all over you. And mud. Did you go down to the swamp?”

I looked back up at him, his blue eyes serious. Okay. So maybe Logan wasn’t all that bad, for a brother. He might be a jerk to me most of the time, but if anyone outside of our family ever tried to make me feel bad, or if I was hurt, he was the first one, besides Mom and Meggy, to make sure I was okay.

Apparently, Bradley couldn’t take the delay any longer. Sighing dramatically, he tossed the ball at the hoop and turned back toward us, not even bothering to see if he made the shot. The ball bounced off the rim and fell back to earth, rolling out into the middle of the lawn before coming to a stop. He squeezed between the two rails of the fence, half stumbling down the short slope and coming to a skidding halt on the horse path.

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