TVD: Bennett Witches -Book 1 || Rewrite

97)This Feels Like Time Travel

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Prison World,
Nova Scotia,
3rd Person:

Chris had been travelling for just under two days, over a day to drive to Nova Scotia Canada then he spent hours on a boat travelling to the lonely island which was miles and miles away from any mainland

And this time it was just himself with no other people or vampires with super strength and resilience to row the boat for him

Using the map when he arrived he tried to find his way around to find the dumb rock that was originally introduced to them by Shane, it was a shame that this time he had to get it himself rather than it being in the school exhibit for him like it once was before they originally came to the island

Trying to find a rock which was a factor in the trouble that happened before he had went to college weirded him out. The events that ended up killing Jeremy, Kol and his own sister

At least this time no one would die from him coming to the island. He hoped anyway, the infections he was obtaining on his journey were trying to tell him otherwise

After many exhausting hours of searching the island, he could not for the life of him find Qetsiyahs tombstone on the island, and so he knew it was time to go down into the cave he had managed to finally find

He wondered how he could even be able to get further down since the wall needed magic to cross last time, and he was all out of luck right now

In his large backpack, in inticipation for the cave, he had bought all the equipment he needed to get down the massive hole down to the cave

"Okay, let's see how to deal with this" Chris sighed as he thought he would need to find something major, a way to break into the stone tomb. He unhooked himself from the latch and looked around at his surrounding to the damp cave walls. There was already an opening? "Well that was easy, sort of. Maybe the universe is finally trying to give me a pass"

Chris walked down the dark corridor with a big shining torch he had bought, the walls of damp stone and the echos of his footsteps while using the camera he took everywhere with him in the Prison World to record his journey "I've finally made it. Jesus that took forever" He spoke to the camera and himself

Chris hadn't slept properly or even showered in days, but finding his way out of this Prison was more important than his hygiene right now

Chris walked ahead with his big backpack on his shoulders, a wooly hat and gloves which helped him keep warm on his long trip of driving and trying to work a boat to get to the island

"I swear I'm gonna make that bastard pay for what he's done. But for now at least I've made it to this bloody forsaken island" He spoke to the camera again as he came up to the end of the cave Into an opened up part he knew so well, except there was no stone Silas statue which to him made sense as no people were copied into the Prison World when it was created