The Beginning of the Saga of the Davidson Children

Five children abruptly found themselves at night in a dark forest being drenched during a thunderstorm. “Mandy! What happened? Where’s Mom and Dad?” Thirteen-year-old Amanda Davidson felt panic rise her chest. Where were her brothers and sisters? What happened to their parents? How did they get here?

“I don’t know Paris. Stick with Taylor. Can you see Jake and Zooey?”

“Zooey’s here with me, Mandy.” Paris was holding her younger sister’s hand.

“Jake’s right next to me.” Taylor pulled his brother closer to him.

Mandy was trembling from the cold and terror at suddenly being alone with her brothers and sisters and lost in the dark.

“Everyone stay close to me. Paris, get right behind me. Jake and Zooey, get behind Paris. Taylor, you get behind Zooey and make sure everyone sticks together.”

“Okay, Mandy.”

Taylor and Paris were twins, age nine. Mandy could depend on Taylor to stay calm even when she was scared to death inside. Paris would be okay as long as she stuck close to her older sister. So would seven-year-old Jake and the littlest one, five-year-old Zooey.

Mandy couldn’t remember a storm so bad, so much rain. There were trees all around, so they were in a forest. Where had they been two minutes ago, five minutes ago? She couldn’t remember. They’d been with Mom and Dad, but where was that? She had to find some kind of shelteruntil the rain stopped. When the sun came up, maybe they could find someone to help.

“Keep following me,” she yelled back. “We’ll find a big tree to hide under, or a cave.”

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