The Unwanteds: unexpected visitors

If you could make a wish what would it be? for alex it would to bring Artime back. Ever since their leader Mr. today died they had been living in the death farm that once was the place of Artime. They huddled together in groups to keep warmth and keep each other company while waiting to get food and water.

Alex swallowed a lump in his throat and thought carefully. He had enough magic to make one small miracle and didnt want to blow it. Shutting his eyes he waited for the tingling sensation  to start ticking his mind when he normally did spells and drew to get the creativity going but there was none.

He sat in silence and darkness hoping for a miracle he knew would never come, but he waited and waited for the creative flow of magic Artime once gave him. Nothing happened. Alex tried over and over again. Still, nothing happened. Being to question if he was even the right person to bring their home back he punched the wall next to him angry that he couldn't do anything to help.

Thats when he remembered that the more and more he practiced art the more magic he got. Alex got up and walked through the dusty halls of the death farm's house. they found food and water here and used all up in less than a week, now all that was left was a few jugs half full. He stepped through the door and found that the hole place was looking more and more like a hobo camp and needed to clean up some how, but he pushed the thought to the back of his head.

Alex looked at the sky expecting it be warm and filled with light but was rewarded with the boring grey clouds of the death farm. he took a stick from the fire wood pile and walked over to the wettest spot on the field of dirt. the smooth thick mud ran through his fingers like water and oozed in between his rough hands as he played in the mud. he felt like a child again drawing in the mud with his twin brother Aaron.

Lost in thought he picked up the stick and drew the first thing that popped into his mind: a triangle on top of a square, the first picture he ever drew. he drew the first part before one of the kids in his class walked over.

" Why are you drawing a triangle?" a small hoarse voice behind him asked.

He thought and slowly said," I'm just bored." though he thought he was bored but he really was out of his creative juice, kind of like writers block but drawing.he finished his drawing and looked at it. it was small and looked like a two year old drew it.

Day after day he drew but thought of nothing but that small house. That's when they came.