A teenage girl who is a skilled fighter, trained by her parents and possesses the power to manipulate light. What else can she possibly want?
A lot. There's still a lot she wanted. One of them is to just live happily even without the normal life.
No...
I tried digging it out with my hands, hoping it was the necklace we were looking for but instead, I cut my finger.
I winced as blood dripped. "How can a necklace be so sharp?"
Lyla rushed to my side and brought out betadine from her pocket. She wiped it on my finger with a handkerchief and covered it with a pink hello kitty bandage.
"Don't you have others?"
She showed me a whole box of it. "We get into trouble more often. I had to find the cheaper ones so I bought five.
Oliver made a small shovel out of thin air and started digging. He made another one for Ryan to help.
Tylor squatted down beside me and frowned. "It's not a necklace."
"It's daggers!" Ryan said. "Traditional balisongs!"
He brought up two identical double edge daggers in each hand. The blades were charred in some places but still equally sharp. One was white, the other was black.
Each of their handles were divided in two so you could open and close the blade with it. (Imagine if you have huge thick chopsticks and you open it to see there's a blade in it.)
"Why were they buried open?" I protested, squeezing my finger. "Don't they know how to close those things?!"
Ryan stared at it with wide eyes and gasped.
"Sky, look at this."
I examined the knives beside him. The hairs on my body stood on end and my heart skipped a beat.
The white one had a small light blue signature on the bottom of the blade. It said Anton.
I snatched the black one from Ryan to have a closer look. In hot pink, the signature was for Rosa.
I gasped and muttered. "Rosa and Anton . . ."
Ryan breathed sharply. "Your mom and my dad . . ."
We gave each other a look while our friends just watched in confusion.
"We have to see Tita Violet."
It wasn't the Aurora but it was something.
Mom used to tell me about her and Anthony being friends but I never knew they had matching balisongs.
"Why didn't we think of this?" I asked Ryan.
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"Oh, Tita's pretty talkative." I said. "She loves gossip. So when she talks to you, don't say much and emphasize if you don't want her to tell others unless you want the whole world to know about it."
I readied to knocked on my door.
"My cousins. They've been here for four years since they were eight but they're half french so just say when you don't understand them. My Tito, he- he sounds like Dracula. I could only understand him like 2% of the time."
