by Brandon Mull
Page 31
Trust me. You'll be back.
Kendra, Grandma called up the stairs. Your folks are here!
I'll be right down. Kendra sat alone on her bed in the playroom. Seth was already downstairs. She had packed her bags and helped him with his.
Kendra sighed. When her parents had first dropped her off, she had counted the days until their return. Now she almost felt reluctant to see them. Since they knew nothing about the magical nature of the preserve, there was no way they could possibly relate to what she had experienced.
The only person she could share it with was Seth. Anyone else would think she was insane.
Just thinking about it made her feel isolated.
Kendra crossed the room to the painting she had done of the pond. It was a perfect keepsake from her stay-a paint-by-numbers drawn by a naiad depicting the location of the bravest act of her life.
Yet she hesitated to bring it. Would the image stir too many painful memories? Many of her experiences here had been dreadful. She and her family had nearly been killed.
And she had lost a new friend when Lena was returned to the pond.
At the same time, the painting might make her long for the enchanted world of the preserve. So many aspects of Fablehaven were wonderful. Life would seem so dry after the extraordinary events of the past couple of weeks.
Either way, the painting might cause her pain. But of course those memories would persist with or without the picture of the pond. She picked it up.
The rest of her bags were already downstairs. She cast a final glance around the playroom, treasuring up the details, and walked out the door. She went down the stairs, along the hall, and started down the staircase to the entry hall.
Her mom and dad stood in the entry hall smiling up at her. They had notably gained weight, especially Dad-he looked twenty pounds heavier. Seth stood near Dad clutching his painting of the dragon.
You did a painting too! Mom exclaimed. Kendra, it's gorgeous!
I had help, she said, reaching the bottom of the stairs.
How was the cruise?
We made a lot of memories, Mom said.
Looks like Dad ate plenty of snails, Seth said.
Dad rubbed his belly. Nobody warned me about all the desserts.
You ready, honey? Mom said, putting an arm around Kendra.
Aren't you going to look around? Kendra asked.
We walked the grounds a bit while you were upstairs, and toured the lower rooms. Was there something in particular you wanted to show us?
Not really.
We should probably get going, Dad said, opening the front door. Not too many days ago that door had been mangled and an arrow had protruded from the frame.
Outside, Dale was loading the last of the bags into the SUV. Grandma and Grandpa waited nearby on the driveway.
Dad helped Kendra and Seth load their paintings while Mom thanked Grandma and Grandpa Sorenson profusely.
It was our pleasure, Grandma said earnestly.
You'll have to let them visit again sometime soon, Grandpa insisted.
I'd like that, Kendra said.
Me too, Seth agreed.
Seth and Kendra hugged their grandparents good-bye and then climbed into the SUV. Grandpa winked at Kendra. Dad started the engine. You kids have a good time?
Yeah, Seth said.
Amazing, Kendra added.
Remember how worried you were when we dropped you off? Mom said as she buckled her seatbelt. I bet it wasn't half as scary as you imagined.
Kendra and Seth shared a very special look.
