Patty: “Show me what it is ya found, Jayshawn!
Why have ya gone all pale?”
Jayshawn: “This ‘Child Of Heart.’ If creepy was treasure,
She’d be the holy grail!”
Patty took the book from Jayshawn,
And began muttering to herself.
She paced back and forth, skimming the text,
Hoping it was something else.
Cumina: “Would somebody please explain this to us?”
Ted: “Patty, was Cumina right?”
Patty: “The Child of Hart is a banshee,
From the Otherworld region of Pight.”
Zoe: “But Banshees are lonely spirits of death,
Their wail is darkness’s chime.
They don’t look like creepy little girls, Patty.”
Jawshawn: “Well, they do this time!”
Patty: “The Child of Hart takes many forms,
Usually that of the young.
They are born to or raised by parents who,
Usually cannot have one.
The Child drinks in all their love,
And leaves them as empty shells.
I’ve never seen something this powerful,
On this side of our worlds’ vale.”
Zoe: “But what does it want? Why is it here?”
Patty: “I’m not sure if that can be known.”
The Child and her parents waltzed in with guns.
Child: “I WANT TO GO HOME!!!”