Diaries of Origins

Chapter 3

alright!

How would you all feel about Seeing side stories from this Au?

Cause here's the thing. The whole book is gonna be in Allumos's pov. But there's so much that he's not gonna see, or happened before the story started.

So?

It'll be posted on Camille's wattpad.

We may work on it anyway-

Allumos's POV

I hesitated, looking towards the abandoned house. I could just barely see it through the trees, which seemed to be packed together thicker here than around my campsite.

I glanced back towards the town, then at the abandoned house.

I had so many questions about this town.

Where are the other kids? There's no way Mario was actually the only one around his age. Sure the town was small, but not that small...

What happened to the old lord?

Who was the old lord?

Why did everyone seem in such a daze? Some were breaking through that, but still...

Why did none of the villagers seem to know the town's name?

What happened to this town?

And no matter how many times I asked, no one seemed to be able to answer. Not for lack of trying, but when they did start answering, they would trail off, shrug, and walk away.

I remember Mario actually getting upset because he couldn't remember the name of the old lord.

I shook myself, and made my decision.

I desperately wanted answers, and the best place to get them was the old lord's home.

I started walking through the thick woods, to the lord's house.

Well.

House may be a bit of a loose term, I realized as I stopped right in front of the structure.

It was clearly destroyed, and had been for a very long time. The roof was barely there anymore, with all the holes in it. One of the walls was just gone, and it was covered in moss.

I was starting to slightly regret my decision to come here... this place was a mess...

I sighed, and walked in. No point turning back now...

I walked in, and looked around. The inside was just as beat up as the outside...

And there were a lot of bags of coal for some reason...

I sighed and walked over to a bag, my curiosity overtaking me, and started digging through a bag of coal.

My hands got dirty, but I didn't really mind.

As I reached the bottom of the bag, my fingers closed around something that was definitely not coal. I pulled it out, and examined it, kneeling.

There were obvious broken points, sharp edges jutting out with a rougher texture in some places that broke apart the overall smooth texture. Dust from both the coal and obvious old age had settled on it, making it difficult to tell exactly what it was.