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  Constance Adora lifted the baby out of the basket. The early light of dawn sparkled across the surface of the water. The daughter of Dominick and Delilah Darksmith opened her eyes to witness her first day.

  Constance held her close and pointed to the sunrise beyond the hills along the coast. “Look, sunshine.”

  This is only the beginning...

  Death in the Family, the first chapter of Fear & Sunshine,

  has been included here to give you glimpse of things to come

  for the heiress of Darksmith Manor.

  Seven years after escaping the clutches of Fear,

  Sunshine Saliente meets an old family friend and begins to learn about

  the legacy that was meant to be hers.

  Death in the Family

  One by one, eight tiny feet shuffled along until, finally, the little creature reached the goal of his journey and rested atop the peak of the sleeping giant. Then, to his horror, the vast plains which he had just ventured across began to move. Soon, two eyes fixed their gaze upon him.

  Eight tiny feet, their owner too afraid to move, kept the little spider locked in place as the giant’s hand moved slowly toward him. Surprisingly, the finger gave only the slightest nudge as it scooped him up, and the spider rode this chariot to the edge of the world he had known. Just as gently as it had picked him up, the finger placed him on the edge of the giant’s hammock.

  He could see the dawn sun break through the drooping trees of Wandering Willows and bounce back up off the small creek coursing beyond the garden. The spider looked up, thankfully, to his new friend, the giant, as she picked up a stuffed rabbit from her floor and left the bedroom to join her family for breakfast.

  The girl shambled down the hall to find a man and woman already preparing breakfast. The kitchen had no break between it and the living room aside from a table plopped in the center. The handmade furniture strewn about the room gave it the appearance of an oversized tree house, which was exactly what it was.

  “Good morning, Sunshine!” the man smiled, far too cheerily for this early in the day. “Come give me a hand with the juice. I’ve finally got this thing up and running.”

  Sunshine pushed a chair beside him and climbed up. Grabbing the bag of green apples, she began handing them to him. He stuffed them into the crude device made out of a hollowed out log with a crank attached to its side.

  Ever since Sunshine was old enough to ask about the medallion she wore around her neck, she had known that the Salientes weren’t her birth parents. Despite that, she had always loved them as if they were. Pop, with his constant ingenuity and innovation, which had led them to a perfectly content life outside the hustle-bustle of the towns surrounding Wandering Willows, and Momsy, with the patience to put up with it, had become her true family. Regardless of the happiness she had with her life as it was, there seemed to be an itch forming in the back of her mind. A subconscious unsettling feeling had recently begun to visit her while she slept.

  “I had another dream about my real parents, I think,” Sunshine told Pop and Momsy. “I still couldn’t see their faces, but I’m pretty sure it’s them.”

  Pop set down his glass of juice. “Well, Sunshine. It is your dream, so if you think it’s them, I’m sure it is.” He turned to his wife, “Maybe your sister could hunt down a picture of them. What do you think?”

  Momsy thought about it for a moment. “I suppose she could. It has been some time since your Aunt Constance came for a visit, hasn’t it?”

  Sunshine’s eyes sparkled at the thought of her aunt. She had always been intrigued by Constance Adora, Momsy’s younger, yellow-eyed sister who always carried a scent of campfire and pine needles.

  “Well,” said Momsy, regarding the eagerness that now washed over Sunshine’s face, “I’ll write her a letter today to invite her over.”

  Sunshine trotted along a tree-lined path, with her stuffed rabbit in hand. “Oh, Bunny, I can’t wait for Auntie Constance to come visit. I hope she can find a picture of my parents, too. But that’s okay if she can’t. We have the best adventures when she’s here.”

  Sunshine stopped in her tracks and pulled Bunny up to her face. “You know what we should do? We should practice! We should go on a practice adventure, so that when Auntie Constance gets here, she’ll be like, ‘Oooo, wow, you guys are so good at adventuring,’ and then she’ll come on one of our adventures, and we can be the guides!”

  Sunshine stared at Bunny, grinning from ear to ear. Bunny stared back, expressing as much excitement as possible for a stuffed rabbit. Sunshine squinted happily at her inanimate little friend. “I know just the place to take her.”

  Two long ears slowly crept over the surface of the well. Soon after, those two long ears were followed by two button eyes. Then, those two long ears and two button eyes were joined by the face of a little girl, hidden beneath an orange headband and mud smeared on her nose and cheeks to resemble war paint. “There’s got to be some treasure down there,” Sunshine whispered to Bunny.

  Bunny stared blankly back at her. Sunshine smiled cheerfully, “You’re a brave one, little guy.”

  Inch by inch, the bucket carrying Bunny dropped lower into the well. “Do you see anything?” Sunshine yelled down.

  No response. “Okay, maybe a little lower.” Sunshine gave the bucket more and more line until she heard it hit the surface of the water.

  “Do you see anything?” she repeated.

  No response. “Okay,” she yelled. “We’ll come back tomorrow with a snorkel.”

  She raised the bucket back to the top of the well and pulled out her stuffed rabbit. “I think we might need more practice adventuring before we can invite Auntie Constance along.”

  Sunshine skipped down the dirt road, Bunny sitting on her shoulders. “Maybe we need a treasure map, or somebody to save, or a monster to capture before we can go on an adventure.” Sunshine wandered over to a stump by the side of the road and sat down on it, putting Bunny in her lap. She tousled his ears.

  “Maybe we’re not just supposed to go on an adventure,” she said to Bunny, sadly. “Maybe adventure is just supposed to find ... ”

  Sunshine stopped speaking as she noticed a man on the other side of the road. He was wearing a dark cloak and resting against a tree. Sunshine stood up, clutching Bunny tightly, and walked closer to the stranger. Although Sunshine had always been told not to talk to strangers, it was the first time she had ever actually seen one in Wandering Willows, and curiosity took hold.

  As Sunshine moved closer and closer, she still wasn’t able to see the stranger’s face beneath his strange, dark cloak. The cloak itself intrigued Sunshine. It was dark, but black didn’t quite seem to be the right name for the color. Although the stranger was sitting in the shade, the noon sun was plenty bright enough for her to see him. The cloak seemed to have no color, like it was empty, not really even there.

  A bit confused, but still wanting to see who he was, Sunshine continued forward. “Hello?” she said, not sure whether or not to even expect a response. Closer yet she moved. “Hello?”

  She was now in front of the stranger. “Hey, mister – ” Sunshine stopped as a breeze caught hold of the hood that covered the man’s face.

  She saw that there wasn’t a face at all. Instead, she gaped at a skull surrounded by the darkness of the colorless cloak. Sunshine let out a tiny gasp as she squeezed Bunny.

  Then, as she slowly stepped back, the skull turned up to face her. “Hello, Sunshine Saliente.”

  Sunshine let out a scream as the cloaked figure rose from the ground with the help of a staff fixed with a long, curved blade. She looked Bunny in the face, who responded with his typical blank response. She then looked back at the skull-faced stranger who had begun to approach her. Hoping for advice on what to do now, Sunshine looked back at Bunny. Not getting any help, she screamed and burst into a sprint
down the dirt road toward home.

  The door flew open as Sunshine crashed through, colliding with the table where the family had eaten their breakfast, and knocking over the remaining juice. Without any hesitation, she whipped Bunny across the room into a laundry basket, which flipped over him and hid the rabbit out of sight. Sunshine scurried back to the door, slamming the bolt shut.

  “Sunshine!” Pop shouted as he rushed into the room. “What’s going on?” Sunshine ran to him and scrambled up his back until she clutched his head while perched on his shoulders.

  Momsy came in and hurried over to them. “Sunshine, what’s wrong?” she asked, trying to comfort the child.

  Then, at the door … knock, knock, knock.

  After peeling her off his head, Pop put Sunshine into Momsy’s arms and quietly crept over to the window to peek out and see what their girl was running from.

  Somewhat baffled, he looked back at Sunshine and then smiled. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “There’s no reason to be scared.” Sunshine jumped down and hid behind Momsy’s leg as Pop began unlocking the door. Sunshine closed her eyes. Why would her parents do this?

  “Hi, Flora. Hi, Salvo” The voice didn’t seem to fit a cloak-wearing skeleton. “Hey, kiddo, what are you up to?” It wasn’t until the scent of campfire and pine needles hit her nose that Sunshine was ready to open her eyes.

  “Auntie Constance!” Sunshine squealed as she leapt into the young woman’s arms, forcing her into a spin. Sunshine quickly grabbed the overly wide brim of Constance’s hat, “Hurry! We have to hide. There’s a monster out there!”

  Constance let out an amused chuckle as she set Sunshine down. “It’s okay,” she said as she straightened Sunshine’s orange headband. “He’s with me.”

  Sunshine’s face was fixed upon the doorway as the tall, dark-cloaked figure stood behind her aunt.

  Sitting in a chair much too big for her, Sunshine stared across the handmade coffee table, baffled yet suspicious about the unusual stranger who sat across from her.

  “So,” Pop said as he paced behind Sunshine. “This is Death.”

  Sunshine flinched and looked up to her dear Auntie Constance, who sat next to Death on the small couch. “Really?” she squeaked.

  “The one and only,” Constance said while smiling all too comfortably, in Sunshine’s opinion, for a person seated next to Death.

  “Well, sir. I do believe we owe you a long overdue thank you,” Pop said heartily. Sunshine’s jaw dropped.

  As Pop patted Sunshine on the head and gave her a grin, Momsy sat down next to her. “You see, Sunshine,” she started, getting the girl’s attention. “Our guest here helped bring you to us when you were just a baby. He even knew your real parents when they were alive.”

  Sunshine looked at Death and for the first time since meeting him, considered the possibility that maybe he wasn’t a monster.

  “It is because of that,” Death stated as he stood from the couch, “that we are here today. Sunshine, do you still have the medallion that your mother left for you?”

  Sunshine scooted back in her chair and then reached into her shirt, pulling out the medallion with the skull-shaped emblem and metallic, golden sunrays.

  “Good, my child, good. Although it may seem only a trinket, within that heirloom lies the key to your birthright, the path to your destiny. You, Sunshine Saliente are the heiress to Darksmith Manor!” As Death burst into gruff laughter, darkness seemed to fill the afternoon sky.

  “Ahem,” Constance interrupted. “I asked you not to do that.”

  Death looked at her, somewhat embarrassed as the day returned to its normal brightness. “Come on, Constance. How often do I get to do stuff like this?” Sunshine looked back and forth between the two as they argued about theatrics. Then Constance knelt down beside her.

  “Let’s go for a walk.”

  Sunshine and Constance made their way beyond the family’s garden behind the house and walked along the small creek. Taking a seat on a bench beside the stream, Sunshine set Bunny in her lap and looked up to Constance. “Momsy was going to invite you to come visit today. Did you know and that’s why you came? I’ve been practicing adventuring and even Bunny comes along. We haven’t found any treasure or anything yet, but we think we just need more practice.”

  Constance laughed, “Good, I’m glad you’ve been practicing. I actually have a big adventure I need you to go on.” Constance paused as a look of melancholy came over her.

  Sunshine crawled up onto Constance’s lap. “What’s a Darksmith Manor?”

  Constance leaned back a bit and gave Sunshine a little smile. “Darksmith Manor,” Constance said, “is where your real parents used to live. After your father, Dominick Darksmith, sent you to live here, he locked up Darksmith Manor, and nobody’s been there ever since.”

  Sunshine scrunched her nose, looking slightly puzzled. “Why did he lock it up?”

  “Well,” Constance answered hesitantly. “When you were just a baby, there was a bad, bad man named Fear. He wanted to take you away. Then, he could have been in charge of Darksmith Manor. When your father locked up Darksmith Manor, Fear thought you were still inside, so that way, he wouldn’t go looking for you.”

  Tears started to fill Sunshine’s eyes. “Is … is Mr. Fear still looking for me?”

  Constance looked woefully at the little girl and caressed her hair. “No, he isn’t.”

  Sunshine, now confused, wiped her eyes. “Then, what’s wrong? If he’s not looking for me, then it’s okay, right?”

  “No, Sunshine,” Constance said firmly. “It’s not okay. Now that Fear has stopped trying to find you, there’s nothing to keep him from focusing all of the evil inside him elsewhere. He’s terrorizing people, burning down whole towns. He’s leading an army of …” Constance stopped, afraid she had already said enough to give the girl nightmares. “Sunshine, what Death said inside, about your destiny and your being the heiress of Darksmith Manor … The only way to stop Fear is for you to take back the manor. You will be safe there. I’ll make sure of that. There are a lot of people counting on your coming back, Sunshine.”

  Constance took Sunshine’s hand and began walking back toward the house. Sunshine looked down at Bunny. “I’m scared. If Mr. Fear finds out I’m there, he might try to get me. I can’t let him hurt anybody. As long as you’re with me, I think I’ll be okay.” Sunshine looked at Bunny and then up to Constance. “I’ll do it.”

  When they returned to the house, Momsy ran up to Sunshine, eyes red with tears. Still holding Bunny, Sunshine flung both her arms around her foster mother as she was picked up into the air.

  Pop walked over to Constance. “You told her then, right?”

  Constance nodded. Pop leaned in closer. “Did you explain to her exactly what Darksmith Manor does?”

  Constance shook her head. “There’s only so much that a little girl should be asked of in one day. Death told you … we have to leave before dawn to catch the boat.”

  Pop frowned as he nodded. Constance left the room with Death, while Pop joined his wife and Sunshine.

  Sunshine looked up to him. “You’re not coming with, are you?”

  Pop put his hand on her shoulder, “No, Sunshine. We can’t, not yet.”

  Momsy carried Sunshine to her room, Pop following behind. As they lifted Sunshine into her hammock, they each leaned in to give her one last good night kiss. Sunshine wearily looked up at them, “Why am I going to bed so early? The sun hasn’t even gone down yet.”

  Momsy kneeled beside her. “You’ll be leaving very early, before the sun comes up. You have a long way to go, and we need to get your things ready. It’s quite a journey you have ahead of yourself. No matter how things are there, just remember that your Pop and I are thinking of you.”

  Sunshine smiled a tired smile and closed her eyes.
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  About the Author

  Donovan Scherer is a graphic designer/illustrator/writer from Kenosha, WI.

  Wanting to shift away from client work and the neverending hunt for a day job, he began putting his own stories to paper in 2009.

  Fear & Sunshine, the first series self-published through his freelance design company, Ratatat Graphics, has had two books released so far, as well as ZomBeans, a game for iOS and Android. This is the story of Sunshine Saliente, a sweet little hippie girl who also happens to be the heiress of Darksmith Manor, the greatest monster-making dynasty that ever was.

  Along with working on new stories,

  he is currently teaching graphics at his old college.