Now if any ordinary person had been plummeting from perhaps over 200 metres high in the air, they would have certainly been killed instantly upon impact with the ground.  But maybe because Rusty just managed to unfurl his wings in time, and also because they landed in a deep pond, Brenna, Lucifer and Rusty managed to cheat death.  All three plunged head first into freezing cold water and went about a metre deep before they started to rise to the surface again.  All of the wind knocked from her lungs, Brenna floundered underwater for a few seconds before finally scrabbling to the surface of the pond, coughing and spluttering.  She was then followed by the heads of Lucifer and Rusty, and all three of them crawled to the shelter of a large nearby bush, where they lay still for several minutes except to cough up water.  After a little while Brenna finally dared to open her eyes, before checking herself for broken bones.  Slowly she moved each part of her soaking body.  She was bruised and sore, very sore indeed – but she hadn’t broken anything, and she was alive.  Realization dawned on her for the first time that she and her companions - who were checking themselves for injuries in a similar fashion – should have been killed, or at very least injured.  There weren’t many people who survived such a fall.  “Where are we?”  Lucifer mewed hoarsely.  Brenna pushed aside some of the branches and looked outside, to see that she was in a very different place to the one she had just left that afternoon.  For a start, the ground seemed surprisingly flat.  Normally she had expected to have seen a nearby forest, but instead there were only the tops of carefully clipped privet bushes and tall, grey, ugly buildings to break the horizon.  Everything around her seemed to have been carefully managed, the grass seemed just the right height, the black iron railings around the perimeter of the strange place were shining as if each one had been polished.  As she looked a little closer she could see that even some of the trees had got fences round them, as if they were expected to break loose from the ground and run away.  Even the sky, which was blue with a sun shining pale and bright in the sky, seemed different.  By her side Lucifer stiffened a little.  “This place doesn’t feel right,’ he muttered, ‘I can feel it.”  Brenna knew that Lucifer, being a faery cat, could sense things other creatures couldn’t, but even she felt something was odd.  “Come on,’ she said, getting slowly to her feet, ‘let’s go and see if anyone could tell us where we are and how we can get home again.”  Both Lucifer and Rusty agreed, and they got out of the bush and all three walked painfully across the grass, Brenna’s soggy clothes sticking uncomfortably to her skin.  They walked over to where there were gates leading out into what appeared to be some strange sort of town, to see a middle aged man wearing a uniform made of strange fabric raking leaves near the gates.  This man, however, was very different to the faery people where Brenna lived; he seemed bigger and broader, with smaller eyes and his ears seemed to be small and rounded, instead of large and pointed.  Most disturbingly of all, he didn’t appear to have any wings, but all the same Brenna spoke to him, Lucifer and rusty by her side. 

         “Excuse me sir, could you tell me where we are?”

          The man turned around and looked them up and down, his mouth opening slowly as if in shock.  Brenna continued, thinking perhaps the man hadn’t heard her correctly.  “We’re kind of lost, but I don’t suppose you could tell me if we’re near to Hartwood Town?”  The man dropped his rake, which fell with a clatter to the ground, and continued to stare at them in a stunned manner for several seconds before screaming suddenly. Brenna panicked, and she, Rusty and Lucifer began to run out of the gates and into the street.  At once all the people who saw her stopped and started screaming and shouting, making Brenna all the more terrified.  As Lucifer jumped into her satchel Brenna spread her wings and took off, Rusty also taking flight close behind, and the screams heightened in volume.  As Brenna searched desperately for a place to hide, she was enveloped in a terrible feeling of fear and dread.  She and Rusty landed on the pavement again and quickly dashed into a dark alleyway, where she pressed herself against the wall, panting for breath, waiting for the sounds of shouting people to die down, her blood roaring in her ears.

Here it is at last, Part Five.  I sort of paused the serial for a while because I wasn't really sure if anyone was reading it, but I noticed that First News member Moony has been reading them regularly, and so I started it again.  But if there are any other members who have been reading Fae lost regularly please comment below!!!  I am doing this for the sheer fun of it, but I have been wondering how easy it is for people to read it, so I'd like to know if I could make it easier for readers to find, such as publishing it on a certain day of the week such as Saturday or Sunday, so please let me know!