Slam!
Fegan jumped back as he watched his solid wooden plank design door crash. A gust of wind blew in its wake.
Several animal sculptures fell to the floor, breaking upon the heavy impact they had sustained.
"What the hell?!" He exclaimed, calling up ten of his wooden puppets, ready to attack whatever had caused damage to his front door.
He looked behind him momentarily. With worry on his face, his daughter who lay on a hammock would be woken from her sleep as it rocked to the side for a while.
"Fegan!" Nix raged, stepping into the living space.
{Master, no!} Mune waved her hand in front of him, hoping she could stop him from making a mistake.
{He's the only one who could remove your mark, remember?} She tried to reason.
"Kiddo?!" Fegan eased his stance the moment he had seen it was the boy from the forest.
He couldn't understand why he came in angry. They had come to an amicable conclusion a few minutes ago.
"Where is it?" He hissed with eyes searching the cottage.
