Sometimes the best way of telling the truth is to lie.
Aline Blake has now survived her first year at Mystic. A year of trials so hard that it's still unimaginable. She has both lost and found friends, while also struggling with the personal problem...
A corridor. It stretched as far as Simon's eyes could see. He had no idea what kind of memory this was, but there wasn't much that could be done about it. He needed to get through it. He walked down the corridor with slow, uneasy steps. A place like this could only mean bad luck. The wall he was walking along was full of cobwebs and although he was grateful for the light the lamps gave off they made the place look even more like a classic house in a vampire horror story or something. He knew that couldn't be the case as vampires were just myths told to young children to scare them. But there was still something about this place that made it eerie. Like it had some kind of black mist over it that made the house—he was sure it was a house—evil. Simon took a firm hold of an extinguished candlestick that stood on a small table along the wall. If someone comes, at least I have something to defend myself with, he thought. Before, he had appeared in the memories as a shadow, a figure no one could see, but suddenly something had changed when he was seen by a little girl with a teddy bear in her hand. When he'd turned around, she'd been standing there, eyes staring at him, as if he were a total stranger. He was too. It was better to be on the safe side. Simon crept forward through the corridor, careful to avoid detection. He held the candlestick in both hands in front of him, ready to raise it should anything happen. After continuing down the corridor for a while, he came to a door. It stood ajar. Simon considered the decision to open it and sneak in. Went back and forth before he did. The room was neither small nor large. A desk was placed in the middle and the leather chair was on the floor as if someone had just left the room and neglected to clean up after themselves. Simon looked around. A piece of classical music played from an old-fashioned radio that stood behind the desk. Almost withered flowers in large pots filled the room. Simon went further into the room and looked at the book that was spread out on the desk. Neat cursive letters covered the pages. Simon flipped through it and saw that the texts were interspersed with scribbled sketches of various kinds of magical creatures that only existed in fairy tales. Suddenly Simon heard the door close behind him. He slowly turned around and met the face of a middle-aged man. "How did you get in here?" he asked. Simon smiled a little stiffly as he raised his arms. He had been discovered.
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