Clara was able to come up with a general radius of where the burial mound should have been. She used what she could remember from the stories and the map that Ashleigh had brought.
Ashleigh herself offered a few clues just from the story her father had shared.
They made their way through the trees: it was a half-day hike from where they had parked the truck, but Clara was sure they were on the right path.
“So, what drew your interest to the fae?” Ashleigh asked.
“I’m not really sure,” Clara said. “I guess maybe just the fact that they are our reason for being?”
Ashleigh chuckled.
“Wouldn’t that mean our lives have no purpose?” she asked. “Since they are all gone?”
“Huh…” Clara answered, stopping for a moment. “Ok, well, that’s depressing. Fine, they aren’t our reason for being, but they are directly tied to the creation of our species. That alone seems like a good reason to try and understand them, right?”
