Chapter 7 Taking it all in

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Hearing about all this made Ethan very exited.I mean you don't see a pepstone everyday do you? But even thought Ethan knew a lot about the pepstone already, he dashed to the library. It was a quick walk to the library just up the road and turn left but he had time to think it through...
Ethan needs to find this pepstone before the escaped man gets it. But how? It could be all the way in Russia for all you know! But if the bad guy could find the pepstone, Ethan knew he had a chance. So the library was a good solution.

When Ethan finally got there he searched for hours he couldn't find a single page on the pepstone but there was an old bloke selling some very old newspapers. He shouted, " come and get some newspapers they are full of amazing history including periculum and many famous stones!" Maybe he knew something about the ...pepstone.
"Excuse me do you know about a stone called the pepstone?" Shouted Ethan across The room.
Everyone stared.
"I don't know what you are talking about?" Cried the old man.
Everyone in the library had stopped reading and writing and was staring at Ethan an the old man.
The old man smiled to the 'audience'.
But after a few minutes everyone started chatting back to normal. The old man dragged me to a quiet corner.
"Please don't say it out loud like that!" Whispered the old man. "Its dark magic."
"Oops sorry ," cried Ethan his face going red.
"First why do you need to know about the pepstone." Questioned the old man.
"To find it..." Cried Ethan proud.
There was a minute of awkward silence.
"Look your too young to find it ma boy." Said the old man.
" Do u really want David jeder( the guy who escaped from prison ) to find it." Cried Ethan.
The old man was speechless.
"Don't say his name in front of me." Shouted the old man.
" Are you OK boys? " cried the librarian as she swivelled her chair to them.
"Ahh yes, Amanda," smiled the old man.
Man, this old man fake smiles all the time thought Ethan.
The old man turned to face Ethan.
" look, see me at 5 pm tommorow " cried the old man.
Ethan waved and walked home.

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