The lost children of Darvakan

Chapter 11: The most fascinating writing club on the continent

She was relieved they came back safely from their nightmares. Each kid had a small cut on a different part of their body, however, none was bleeding anymore.

"I'm glad you are all fine..." said Maetda, in a sombre tone, feeling guilty, although it wasn't exactly her fault, she was who went to that mysterious room, and because of that all this happened.

Willu was holding strongly Lazy, Roff was leaving Eilie on the ground gently, followed by Sir Hoggs, to the attentive worried eyes of Cathi, who was with Balow.

"This is all my fault..." said the girl with glasses, speaking again.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you rescue us? With your... copies?"

"Anything of this would have happened if I didn't climb the stairs if I hadn't touched... this cursed book!"

She threw it to the floor, raising some mist by it, which seemed afraid to return to fill the spot.

"What's that book?" shouted Cathi, feeling strange since the symbols on the cover were silent, odourless and colourless yet full of sounds, aromas and tonalities as if it contained the world and nothing at the same time.

Roff looked at it, feeling some kind of familiarity, and rushed to open it.

"Wait!"

"I... seem to remember this," whispered the boy, which strangely coincidentally was on Tales of the pig - Chapter IV.

He passed the pages, seeing all kinds of stories written by himself, Maetda, the Lady, one completely blank in between and what he went through the shard he was trapped in before, this time, signed as the Lost Children.

"That's strange, isn't it?"

"Yes, there's also narrated my time on that train."

The little girl was breathing anxiously, thinking about everything the others had been through, while her glasses slowly falling down her cheek at the same time that the world seemed to be going down. She had to face what she did to them. Maybe she needed a new persona, someone with tough skin to put up with it, like the shell of a turtle.

No. No more archetypes. She can't hide in her shell, not this time. How was she going to let others love and accept her for who she was if she didn't show herself? They would be friends with someone else, not her.

"I'm... I'm sorry..."

Her pulse seemed to be going faster than normal.

"Oh, come on! Stop saying it was your fault, Maetda!"

"Yes, you are our friend!"

Breathed a slight sigh of relief, putting her lenses on, correctly.

"If someone is to blame, that is not you, lady with lenses. Look at that, I did also write some of these pages, although it was not in the book before, is for sure my handwriting, you can also see Sir Hoggs' inky paw."

The piglet made a happy noise when it noticed.

Roff burst into laughter and continued.

"It seems, my dear ladies and gentlemen, we already have become the most fascinating writing club on the continent! We even have our own book!"

Willu made a cheerful pose with Lazy, raising her arms.

"Hey, look!" said Cathi, looking at the scratch in her hand, which was a curvaceous line, made in her flesh when the mysterious mirror shattered before. "Is just like the symbols in the book!"