(Ahh oh my gosh that was sad)
Ronan jerked awake, having fallen asleep. He looked over at Avi, who had woken him up, with a frown. “What?” He asked before looking next to him. Calla had been asleep there before. “Where’s Calla?” He now questioned in a slow tone.
Without wasting for an answer, he was up and looking around, walking down the stairs, violin in hand. “Calla?” He called, a nervous feeling building in his stomach. She couldn’t have left, she knew not to go out on her own. “Calla!” He shouted in a louder tone, pausing by the entryway of the building.
“Avi, I’m going out,” Ronan called to her before jogging from the building. She coludn’t have gone far. It was light out now, he could find her easier. What if Corsai got her in the night? What if a pack of Malchai snatched her up for food?
He shook the terrible thoughts away and ran into the woods, lungs burning as he was sprinting now. He thought he could see small footsteps, but also multiple large ones. He felt like he was going to be sick. He eventually stoped when something caught his eye. A flute, tossed onto the ground. “No,” Ronan repeated a few times and he quickly snatched the instrument up, checking to see if it was scratched or broken at all. He slowly sank down to his knees, letting his own violin slip from his fingers as he held the flute close to his chest.