Redhawk Caldera The demigorgon stole my sister

A name? Grace Chick was an even stranger name than Trick. But he liked the way they rhymed. He nodded to his uncle, glad he understood. There was still the question of the word bloody h, but that would be for another time. Lagan sat, for once he was quiet and patient. Partly because he was tired and had a full stomach, partly because he was interested in listening. Uncle P shot him a toothy smile, and Lagan giggled. Uncle P was so funny! He shot back one of his own, but with less teeth of course. 

But suddenly Uncle P was asking him something. Something that made Lagan's ears flatten. He didn't really want to talk about Lucy, he was just beginning to forget, but if Uncle P wanted him to. The small boy walked a bit closer to Tricky, so that he could see the other better. The male looked like a smaller version of his uncle almost. Of Lucy. Monther ook my Uthy. My isther ith mithing. He explained as best he could, but there were so many s's in that sentence that he found himself a bit tongue tied. Another thought came to him, which cheered him up a bit. But papa ith gon find er! Papa ith really cool! He said, trying to convince both Trick and himself.