The Lost Boy: Chapter 2

Numa led Godson away from the orphanage and into a forest quite some distance away. When they entered the forest, Godson was surprised to see that Numa was still skipping with as much energy as she had been when they’d left the orphanage.

“Aren’t you tired?” he finally asked her, trying to catch his breath. “We’ve been walking for hours.”
“Really?” she said, still skipping. “So that’s why this feels so fun.”
Godson squinted at her. “What?” But soon Numa’s strange notion of fun was the least of his concern. Because if he wasn’t mistaken, up ahead was a family of giant sleeping bears.

“Numa!” he whispered, stopping dead in his tracks. “Numa!”
Numa stopped and gasped. Godson was glad to see that she at least had the sense to be afraid of bears.
“Look at how big those bears are,” she whispered. “If they wake up, they’ll eat us in one bite. This is gonna be so much fun.”
“Fun?” Godson whispered. “What are you talking about?”
“Look!” Numa pointed. “The blue light.”

Godson looked where her finger was pointing and spotted a vertical ray of blue light shooting up from behind the bears into a tree. He had been so preoccupied by the bears that he hadn’t noticed this strange sight. But that still didn’t explain why getting eaten by these bears was supposed to be fun.
“The blue light is the signal that the next toy is nearby,” Numa told him. “Let’s go!”

And before Godson could stop her, before he could desperately beg her to think before doing something so dangerously stupid, she skipped her way over the sleeping bears, made it to the tree, and climbed up.
“Numa!” he whispered, eyeing the bears. “Please, get down!”
But she was too far up the tree to hear him now. Then, seconds later, he heard her call down to him.
“Godson, I found a beehive!”

“Ummm…” he stammered, still watching the bears carefully. One of them stirred in its sleep. “That’s great, Numa. But that’s not what we’re looking for, is it?”
“Here, catch!”

Godson had plenty of possible things he thought Numa probably meant by “catch”. But none of them were remotely close to “catch the beehive I’m about to throw at you.” So when he saw that same beehive falling out of the sky and land in his arms, he screamed at the top of his lungs in horror. There was a terrifying buzz as the bees inside rushed out to attack whoever had disturbed their home. But worse, the bears suddenly rose up to their feet and snapped their heads in Godson’s direction, smelling the honey now dripping on his fingers.

“No,” he whispered. “Please no. Numa!”
“Well, run, Godson!” Numa shouted from the tree.
And run he did. As fast as his little legs could carry him, trying with all his might to shake the beehive off because the honey had glued his fingers to the hive. And through the forest he went, shaking the hive, screaming from the stings and spitting out bees that flew into his mouth. And the bears roared as they chased him down, hungry for the sweetness he was carrying.

Then, just when Godson thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse or humiliating, he tripped over a root and fell flat on his face. Thankfully, however, the fall knocked the hive out of his hands and sent it rolling ahead of him. But that didn’t get rid of all the honey that was already oozing all over his fingers. So when the bears stopped in front of him, they didn’t see an innocent boy without a hive. They saw a deliciously coated appetizer to their snack. They licked their lips in anticipation and the father bear took the first step. But then a scream stopped him.

“Look what I found!” Numa swung from a branch above them and landed smoothly at Godson’s side. “Papa bear was sleeping on this before you ran away.” She held up a gleaming silver shield for Godson to see.
“Ah wonderful,” Godson said, laughing nervously towards the still hungry bear. “I’m sure that will stop him.”

“You bet it will,” Numa said. And she grabbed his arm and pulled the shield in front of them both. And once they were behind it, a ripple of light washed over them and the shield was gone. Godson blinked as he stared straight ahead, through the shield in front of him. How was he seeing through the metal? And why did it look like the bears were looking straight through him too? Then he realized what had happened. The shield had made them invisible.

“Follow me!” Numa said. And she dragged Godson along behind the shield as they escaped deeper into the forest.

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