Versilia looked up at her father, bright almost glowing blue eyes filled with concern. “Don’t worry “ he said or at least that’s what his lips read. He’d been failing to comfort her . How could she keep calm though? For days now people in her village have been going missing but no one seemed to even notice. First the local priest and then other people she’d seen around her village. But they could’ve just moved away, Right?

She’d been kicking a ball around with the son of the local baker. After a bad kick that sent the ball out of sight the young boy went to retrieve it and he never returned. Versilia thought he’d been called inside by his mother. She mentioned it as she bought some bread to bring home. However the woman said she’d never had a child.”How is that possible?” She thought people you don’t really interact with is one thing. But how could a parent forget their own child. Even her father didn’t remember the boy that she’d been friends with for as long as she could remember.

As the days passed Versilia noticed that there were less children around. The adults were oblivious to it though. It began to feel like she was the only one left in her village. She often wondered if she’d be next to disappear as she looked at the abandoned toys. The thought of vanishing into thin air made her shake. No one believes her but something isn’t right. How could she do anything to help? That was when she had an idea. She could write a letter to the adventurers in the capital. She’d heard stories of brave adventurers, from people around the village. Her father however seemed distant when she asked about any adventures he’d might have gone on.

A few more days had gone by and a man delivering letters came from the capital. Versillia ran to meet him and gave him the letter she’d written and what little money she had. The elven man gave her a warm smile and handed her money back.” Don’t worry I’m already heading that way.” He said as he patted her head. Taking a few steps past her he paused and looked at several letters almost as if they didn’t belong. Versillia tried to help him but all the letters were for people who’d vanished.