Hidden World

Chapter X - The Diary

She woke up hugging the diary just like a child would hold on to their stuffed toy. She opened her eyes slowly and let out a sigh when she realized that there was no fur ball on her bed. She knew that Isis had no problems with locked doors as she spawned back inside more than once but she could not help but worry about her friend.

She stared at the ceiling as thoughts came into her mind. Why didn't Isis just leave her alone in the crypt if she could pop in and out of everywhere. Where was she? Why wasn't she back? Then she remembered her talk with Eliseea and a chill ran down her spine. What if the wolf... she did not want to continue her thought. Isis was a Goddess, there was no way that she could have been hurt by that monster. She lightly touched the almost healed scratch mark on her cheek. She was feeling so lonely.

Walking down to the kitchen she thought to eat but resumed to a coffee only. Since the madness came back, food was no longer a priority but at the same time she was not feeling hungry at all. She forced herself to eat a few crackers as the coffee was brewing. Such a trivial thing but at the same time she needed it, not only for her body but she needed a dose of normality in her life.

The coffee was hot, and its smell filled her senses. She added an ice cube to it just to make it drinkable. She put the coffee next to the pack of cigarettes, on the table, in the dining room. She sat on one of the chairs and looked around before she pulled the purple book closer. She placed it there earlier on her way to the kitchen.

She looked around the room and saw the damages she had done. The alcohol cabinet was smashed, there was dirt on the floor and empty dirty dishes were gathering on the table. "I will clean later." She said as she opened the book.

The writing on the front page was so beautifully written, every letter more decorated than the previous one. It was not colorful, but in black ink. It gave a certain charm and a mysterious air. "I should take some air." She said and closed the book.

She went upstairs only to come back later in a pair of black shorts and a t-shirt. Outside the weather seemed warm enough for this kind of outfit. She packed her coffee in a travel mug and shoved a blanked, the book and her cigarettes in a black backpack.

Nearby her, there was a nice park with a picnic area and that was where she headed. She was happy at the thought that it was still during the working week and not too many will be there to bother her.

She laid the blanket on the grass in a sunny spot and lair right on top of it. She could see the clouds being slowly moved by the wind. She lifted her right hand pretending that she could touch one of them smiling softly, but her smile faded when a ray of sunshine made the red crystal on the bracelet shine. "That's right..." she whispered and got into a sitting position, gently touching the bracelet with the tips of her fingers. It's been almost a week since it joined her life.

She shook her head and took a sip from her coffee before taking out the small purple book. This time she moved from the first page onto the first entry. The writing was just as delicate and beautiful as the one on the first page, every word carefully written. The author surely had a passion for writing, or they just wanted to leave something behind. A memory of their life. In a way it felt intrusive to read the words but at the same time, curiosity always got the best of Rose. She knew that there must be more to it that met the eye in the first place.

"December 10th, 1670, England

The night is colder than ever, and the wind seems to try and the tree's branches. The moon seems to be the only one that lights the path in this dark winter night. It seems to be the only one that would ever listen.

A few candles in the window give aid to the moon into lighting the empty narrow streets. There is no human in sight, it is quiet but from far I can hear the wolves howl. They are waiting for something or someone to fall in their trap and become their pray.