The cabin

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(Ian)

The cold evening breeze begins to kick in around three thirty; Ian rubbed his jacket to his skin, hopefully to be warm enough for the cold night. They have been walking for four hours after the men in suits. Now they're hungry and exhausted after fighting the men in black for about three more times after the bloodbath that someone started. They are the vanguard of the Campbell family no doubt about that, they keep pushing through despite their legs feeling jelly right now and on the verge of collapse.

The only thing that is pushing them is adrenaline, but even that they will need to rest, they need to hurry and fast for tomorrow. Cause the exam is a day away before the exam started. Ian notice a lone cabin in the woods. Thank god that there is something that they will stay at least for now.

Guys, there is a cabin here," Ian pointed at the cabin. Lance sighed in relief, "thank gods, my legs are going to die," he complain, "let's settle in for now. I'm starving." Ian twisted the knob and pushed it forward, opening the lights to see a surprisingly tidy house. Woah this is coming, hm I wonder who lives here, he thought.

"Hello is anyone here," he shouted.

Nothing.
Nothing.
Silent.
Not-

He notice a small letter on the kitchen counter, the letter is in ink, but the message is in a language he can't read nor understand. "Oi Lance, can you come here?"

"Yeah, what is it?"
"I want to know if you know this letter is saying since you know your the language nerd."

Lance grabbed the paper and begins to study the language, his eyebrow raise a little bit. "Ian, this language is not Latin or Draconic and definitely not English, this is an all new language," he explained. His mouth open in shock by this revelation, hm this will without any doubt help Kristin and Aurora's exam preparation and results even more. Ian recalled that Aurora heard or hopefully knows this language, he pray that she will understand.

Ian looks around the cabin to find her, the inside is a lot more bigger than the outside no doubt about that in this cabin. The light footsteps caught his attention from the second floor he assumed on his right. He doesn't need to wait as Aurora stepping down with strange pieces of clothing and a laurel wreath in silver, most likely in the bedroom. The dress is green with designs of tree and flowers in pink and red.

"Where did you get those, second floor?"
"Yeah, apparently someone left this in their room."

The other three comes out to see the strange clothing laid out on the couch. They look at the clothes and the laurel crown. They discovered something about this type of clothing.

"Check it out it's a tunic and an laurel crown. Dryads are a part of Greek mythology make sense given the fact that they are a subspecies of Nymphs, so that's nice and strange of this person to leave clothing here," Aurora remarked.

"Dryads? Are those creatures who are protectors of the forest, I thought they are just myths," Lance asked.

"Well, that's we were wondering about if Dryads are real. If they are real then maybe the Campbell is lying this whole time that they're only seven creatures," Aurora emphasized. Ian knows that are the humans, superhuman, werewolves, angels, abyssal/demons, dragons and the hybrids who lived in Hope Redfield for hundreds of years. Could there be more that the Campbell court never told the public, if so then why hide this fact and never reveal it until now?

Kristin slammed on the floor on the left side, Ian glance to see Kristin either unconscious by something or fainted from exhaustion. He notice that he has the note on his hand, maybe Aurora's second theory is right. Maybe alphas has their own unique ability by genetics or objects that are connected to their destiny. Curious, he nudged him a little, Kristin open his eyes to see Ian and the others.

"Damn it, happen again huh?"
"That happen again? Wait the time that you went to see Celiac's corpse?"
"Yeah, it happen again when I was holding the book."
"Ok, can you tell us what happened when you are unconscious."

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