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Chapter 3

“Calm down London, let’s just...go for a walk or something,”

“Oh what in our fricking nighty’s Einstein?”

“Ugh, what’s up with you?” She asked - as if it wasn’t obvious.

“What’s up with me? I’m up, at fricking 7 in the morning and you’re asking what’s up with me?”

“Sorreee,” She said sarcastically “You were all up for a walk in the woods last night,” 

“Yeah - last night not at fricking 7 in the morning,”

“So you keep saying,”

I gave her one of my looks that said ‘shut up, you aint smarter than me I’ll never give in’ and she gave me one back that said ‘yeah well neither will I’.

I looked up at the sky. I saw smoke rising up into the darkened grey clouds, just to disappear. Even though it was morning it was still dark and gloomy, like it always is in this village...some say it hasn’t been properly sunny for 200 years...

Then I looked back at Morgan, she looked very concerned, probably because of the fact there was a gas leakage. Her died-blonde eyebrows were curved upwards and she has frown lines on her forehead. Her perfect naturally bleach blonde hair was scraped into a messy plait that came down passed her shoulders. Oh how I longed for her hair! But then I would probably ruin it with my hair dye and deadlocks. I loved my dreadlocks but I hated my hair. It was naturally light brown but t looked grey when it caught the light. I was determined to dye it as soon as I was old enough. First I died it red, then I died it blonde and now I got into all the punk rocky stuff I died it black and put in two dreadlocks and died the dreadlocks pink, but that’s how I like it. I wish my hair would grow though; it only comes down to just passed my shoulders and I hate putting hair extensions in. Morgan’s fingers were clasped together and she was either shaking or shivering. I looked around for Brianne but I couldn’t see her anywhere.

“Hey Morgan, where’s Bri?”

She looked around for a few seconds then replied, “I don’t know,”

“Hey,” Said a voice and I turned around and got a face full of ginger curls. Brianne, oh thank god. I know she’s 18 but there’s always something in me as an older sister to make sure she’s safe. Stupid I know but still.

“Where did you go?” Morgan and I asked in Unison.

“Just went for a wander in the woods over there, but I found this - check it out!”

She was holding lined paper in her hand that was no longer white but now brown; it was rolled up and wrapped around it was a skull necklace, which in my books was pretty damn cool. She then unwrapped the necklace and unrolled the paper, it was a note or letter or something. “Read it,” She says. So we did...

Dear Blake,

I know we haven’t seen each other in ages...and I know for some reason or another you don’t go outside very often. But I do know that you come to this point at least once every two days so hopefully you might come across this letter. I just wanted to say don’t ever come looking for me, I am somewhere you will never imagine with new problems to face but the last thing I want is for you to come and put yourself in danger. For this reason I can’t tell you where I am.

But if I ever want to find you I will look for you. Never the other way round. I know you have problems of your own that you never told me but I still love you and always will. Even though we aren’t together anymore. Just in case we don’t see each other again, I’m giving you back your skull necklace.

Love forever and ever,

Trinity.

x

“Where did you find this Bri?” I asked her, it all seemed a little odd, but at least it kept us occupied.

“Just hanging off a branch over there,” She pointed to the woods behind us. “What d’ya think?”

“I think someone’s having some relationship problems!” I laughed.

“Or they would, if this Blake got the letter, which he didn’t” Morgan added.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Seriously though, we need to put it back otherwise he’s never going to get it,” Morgan stated.

“I guess you’re right, or we could always try to find the guy?” I suggested

“No but look! On the back she put the date, see?” Brianne showed us.

We did see, she had written on the back of the yellow/grey tinted brown paper in her neat and staggered handwriting: 26-10-11.

“She put it there in October! And what is it now? December?”

“Yeah,” I said, not quite catching on.

“Point being...?” Asked Morgan.

“Point being that she had put it there ages ago and he still hasn’t seen it! Who knows where he or she could have gone?”

“It was two months ago,” Morgan pointed out.

“No...It was a year and 2 months ago, look there 11, that’s 2011, last year,”

“Really?” I shouted and grabbed the paper, this was getting interesting now, me might be getting into a mystery or and adventure of some sort.

“Careful don’t rip the....paper...”

“Too late,”

“Oh London, you ripped it!”

“Sorry Bri, we can tape it together!”

“Ugh, I warned you didn’t I?”

“Yeah but-”

“GUYS!” Shouted Morgan, as if she had seen something pretty awesome.

“Look, look there, the skull it opens up, and look inside it!”

Morgan opened up the top of the skull and inside was the tiniest piece of paper you ever saw, it too was rolled up so we unrolled it - carefully - to see a drawing of a tattoo, or it looked like a tattoo, it was a pattern anyhow a skull with a butterfly on its head. And there was letters underneath; D I B L T X.

“What does that say?” I asked, stupidly.

“They probably stand for something,” Morgan said.

“Look,” Brianne said, “On the butterfly, there’s writing,”

And she was right, ever so faintly so you almost couldn’t see it written inside the butterfly, in messy, unruly handwriting:

 She needs to be mountain water, pure and fresh and almost impossible to find. The day the beauty meets the beast, the day the devil lies with the child. The day the spell of 200 years praying is broken. Will be the day the sun returns forever.

I don’t know about the others but after reading that all I could do was look up at the sky, the grey sun ridden sky.

Like it had been for 200 years. Or so they say.