Grimalkin was sunning himself on a rock, eyes shut, purring deep in his throat.

She shut her phone off to conserve the battery.
She was about to wake Grimalkin up but she just sat on another rock beside him.

Grimalkin yawned. He took his sweet time getting up, stretching, yawning, scratching his ears, making sure every hair was in place

"Sleep good?" She asked, watching him wake up.

"I was not sleeping, human. Arcadia, the Summer Court, is close," Grimalkin said as he finally deemed himself ready to start. "Remember, you owe me a small debt when we find your Puck." He leaped from the rock to the ground, looking back at her solemnly. "I will claim my price as soon as we find him. Dont forget."

"And you can't tell me what it is?" She asked.

"I already have." They walked for a while through a forest that seemed to be constantly closing in on them. In the corners of her eyes, branches, leaves, even tree trunks moved and shifted, reaching out for her. Sometimes she'd pass a tree or bush, only to see the same one farther down the path. Laughter echoed from the canopy overhead, and strange lights winked and bobbed in the distance. Once, a fox peeked at them from beneath a fallen log, a human skull perched on its head. None of this bothered Grimalkin, who trotted down the forest trail with his tail up, never looking back to see if she followed.

Night had descended, and the enormous blue moon was high overhead, when Grimalkin stopped, flattening his ears. With a hiss, he slipped off the trail and vanished into a patch of ferns. There was a pair of riders approaching, glowing bright in the darkness. Their mounts were gray and silver, and the hooves didnt touch the ground as they broke into a canter, straight for her.

This time she followed him quickly, not wanting to be seen so she kept as quiet as she could.

As they drew closer, she could see the riders: tall and elegant, with sharp features and coppery hair tied into a tail. They wore silver mail that flashed in the moonlight, and carried long, thin blades at their sides.

The horses were pulled to a stop, snorting steam, their breath hanging in the air like clouds. Atop their mounts, the knights glared around with unnatural beauty, their features too fine and delicate to be real. "Amelia Chase!" One of them called. "You will come with us. His Majesty King Oberon, Lord of the Summer Court, has sent for you."

She kept quiet.
'Puck has told me about the King... But I can't remember if he was someone I can trust...' She said to herself, trying to stay still in the ferns.