Losing The Medallion

Malakai's worry deepened as he watched from his hidden spot. What was happening? What had Devyn seen in his dream to leave him so desperate and afraid?

The boy fumbled with the landline, his small hands shaky as he dialed a number he knew by heart. He pressed the phone to his ear, his breath ragged. Silence. No answer. He tried again. And again. Each failed attempt made his panic rise, his fingers growing clumsy with fear.

Then, just as he was about to dial once more, the phone rang.

Devyn startled, nearly dropping the receiver before snatching it up with both hands.

"H-Hello?" His voice came out in a fragile whisper, cracking under the weight of his dread.

Malakai, heard everything as though he were right beside him.

"Is this Devyn Marlowe?" The voice on the other end was calm, but there was something in its careful tone that made Malakai's stomach twist.

"Yes…" Devyn's lips trembled. "Where's my mom and dad? Are they okay?"