The folded letter resting on the wood floor told Rue two things; first, someone had been in her tree house and second, it was only the beginning. As a lone elf living in this particular olive tree, clear out in the middle of Daisy Meadow, she assumed whatever was in that note held significant importance to find its way out here, practically the middle of elfing nowhere. She lived out of town for a reason, being the only lady private investigator didn't make her many friends. Males thought her weak and inappropriately working a man's job and the females found Rue "lacking." She grinned and bent down to pick up the letter. Lacking had never been a word she applied to herself and she took great satisfaction in not being a little prissy elfess waiting around for a mate to come along. She didn't need nor want a mate, she could take care of herself just fine and she wasn't afraid of a little self pleasure.
Rue looked around her home to check if anything had come up missing. Upon first glance, everything was as it should be. The bedroom door shut to her left, as she left it earlier. The kitchen clean with a single daisy sitting in a vase on the island counter. Even the den looked untouched, her files stacked neatly on the corner of her work desk and the hutch that held her mother's trinkets remained locked and lit up, as always. Rue walked around to check the trinkets anyway. They were all she had left of her mother and she never knew her father. There were four total. A cat with emerald green eyes and a white body curled up in a ball and a black dragon spreading its wings sat on the first shelf. A black and silver masquerade mask on the middle shelf. The bottom shelf held a small glass ball with a flat bottom and petrified fairy dust, which looked like a rock with crystals in it, only it randomly changed colors. None of it was valuable to anyone but Rue and inside, her heart pounded with relief.
She ran her slender fingers through her short white hair and took the seat at her desk. She unfolded the paper. An earpiece fell out and there was hand written instructions. Rue did not recognize the writing:
Put on the earpiece. No matter what happens, don't take it off. Don't fail to use it as a life hangs in the balance. Once the person dies, you're next.
~From a WIP I'm having trouble finishing.
I like the premise of this story and I have written almost 10k words on it but on toward the end and blocked for some strange reason, so I thought I'd start sharing it here and maybe your comments will push me forward. This is the beginning, start of ch 1.
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