Thirteen by Dawn Felagund  

Remembery

Maedhros discovers Elured and Elurin ... sort of. Prompt: cold, sounds, bush, store

It was winter when I found the store of nuts and seeds and the kinds of trinkets children would keep, in a hollowed space under a rock. The wetland at the verge of Esgalduin was stripped to browns and grays, a cold wind moaning amid the reeds. Nothing hidden there was fresh or new, but I couldn’t shake the sense of being watched.

Or the sounds: a plash, a whisper.

I crept toward the scraggled bushes and the sounds of children running, hiding, holding their breaths—

But straightened in disappointment. No. Just the wind.

Behind me: a snap. A sigh.