A Journey To The Clouds, A Fantastical Prophecy - Book One - ✓

Chapter Nineteen

I hurriedly walk out of the book store and I run to my bike. I unzip my light coat, shoving the heavy book inside. I quickly unlock it and I pedal furiously back in the direction of my house. On the way, I dig my phone out of my pocket and I unconsciously dial Connor's number.

"Connor. I have something to tell you." I urge.

"Well, then tell me!" He exclaims, I can tell he is excited.

"I can't tell you over the phone. Come over to my house." I tell him.

"Well, if you're going to be defiant, then I'll do that. See you in a bit." Connor says. Then, I hear beeping telling me that Connor hung up.

I get to my house in a matter of minutes; faster than I've ever gone. I pedal in the driveway to find Connor standing in front of my door. I rush up to him, unlock the door, and dash in, taking off my shoes. Connor goes in after me and sees that I'm beaming with excitement.

"I've never seen you run so fast in all of the time I've been your friend. Speaking of never, you're never this excited." Connor says. I unzip my coat, revealing the book, and I take it out, plopping it on the table.

"Well, this is important. Check this out." I announce, pointing to the book on the table.

"It's a. . . book. Is this really what you mean to show me?" Connor asks, clearly disappointed.

"What, did you expect me to bring you some pirate map that was millions of years old or something?" I ask sarcastically.

"Actually, yeah. That's pretty accurate." Connor says.

"Huh, interesting. Well, this might be much better than an old pirates map." I say.

"Really?"Connor asks, doubtful. I slide the book to his end of the table.

"Possibly." I reply as he opens to the very first page. He sees the letter and opens it while I'm breathing down his neck. He draws in a sharp breath when he gets to the poem the Crew of Doom wrote. His eyes start to widen, and he opens his jaw, both in shock and fear.

"Ally, we can't procrastinate any longer. Do you understand this situation? Read the poem more carefully if you don't." he says still looking at the paper.

"Don't worry, Connor. I do. And I agree that we need to not procrastinate. "

"Well, if you agree, why don't we start then?" Connor asks.

"Connor, it's not as easy as that, and you know it. You read the poem. The world and the souls we love depend on us. We can't go rushing in, causing more fires. Our job is to put them out, and stop the Crew of Doom." I tell him.

"Well, I know that. There are just so many unanswered questions, and so much solving and thinking. I don't know about you, but that's not my forte. Besides, where did you get this book anyhow?" Connor asks me.

"The book store. . . that's all I know. The Crew of Doom wrote this. . so how did it get there in the first place?" I wonder.

"Well, I can't answer that question. Why don't you ask the librarians? They should know at least how it got to the library." Connor suggests.

"Well, sure you're funny, but you got brains in that noggin of yours." I joke. Connor smiles at me and his eyes gleam.

"Is 10:00 A.M ok? "

"Yup, I got a job to do. I'll see you tomorrow, correct?" I ask him, ready to hop out the door.

"Yes, ma'am." He says, going towards the door to get his shoes. I sigh and Connor laughs. I pull the handle to let us out. Once the door is halfway open, Connor rushes outside and holds the door all the way open. He holds a straight posture as he then narrows his eyes.

"Malady," Connor says. He has his face scrunched up into what looked like an incredible impression of an eighteen-hundreds businessman. He extends his hand out to me. I giggle, stepping outside the door.

"Why thank you! You're such a gentleman." I say, lowering my voice and adding a british accent to it. Me and Connor laugh heartily.

"I've been thinking. What if, you know, we'd be playing right into the Crew of Doom's hands? I mean think about it. They've taken our mothers, they've been coming up with the clues right in front of Lily so she can write them down, and they gave us a keyword: eye. Don't you think that's a little suspicious?" I ask when I stopped laughing. Connor looks at me with a now serious look on his face.

"I certainly think it could be. We can't think negatively however. We need to stay positive, especially with everything that has been happening." he looks. . . sad. . .like he thought I was going to ask something else. . . I wonder what.

"What's wrong?" I ask him softly.

"N-Nothing. . I promise. Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfectly fine." Connor puts on a clearly fake smile. I give him credit for trying to hide it though.

"I know you well enough to know something is wrong. You don't have to tell me, though. I don't want to be that person." I say softly.

"Thanks Ally." he says, clearly embarrassed. He clears his throat. I put a hand on his shoulder and he looks into my eyes.

I then put my arms around him in a warm embrace. He wraps his arms around me too and I can feel him grin into my shoulder. We stand in the moment for what seemed like minutes on end, until I finally let go and I started to head towards the driveway.

"Call me if you need me, Connor." I yell back over my shoulder before I start to walk down the block. I look back behind my shoulder to see Connor waving at me on the porch of the house and beaming brighter than I've ever seen. I wave back and I start heading towards the City. I needed to have a conversation with those librarians.