History repeats itself

Dead

Note (from ao3): Here's a small summary for this chapter

Everyone just freaking out meanwhile everyone else is just like "are they okay-"

We meeting some new characters and learning a bit more about some stuff :3

Oh! And this « ** » means they're using demon language! This « "" » means they're talking like through a device of some sort!

Anyway enjoy!!

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Forest, March 15th, 2062, 8:00am

I've been out there for a good year now. The others must think that I'm dead or something. I've been looking for Sonju and Mujika since I left Grace Field. I'm not very successful so far.

I'm near that first house we found with Rose. The one where I found the necklace.

I decided to stay at the house for the night. At least it'll be warm, not like outside.

I went to find the box in which I found the necklace. There's only a book. I took it and settled at the table.

I started reading the book. Oh? I fall on a page where it talks about the necklace.

Hmm...

So it does hold some kind of magic. Was it because of it that I had that vision in Cuvitidala? But Emma said she had dreamed of it...

It says that it can make you see visions of the past and of the future. I wonder...

I take the necklace in my hand and do as it says in the book. I close my eyes and take some deep breaths.

It's cold. Is that... snow under my feet?

I open my eyes to see what's going on. I'm not in the house anymore. I'm in the forest.

I whip my head towards the scream that suddenly comes from further in the forest.

I run towards the screams and cries but... I'm too late. The scene that's playing in front of me is one of pure horror.

There's a demon holding a little boy. It's too late for him. He's not even screaming anymore.

I try to grab my bow only to notice that I don't have my backpack with me! Shit! Is it because I took it off?

I then notice a little girl hiding in a fallen log. She's terrified. I slowly and carefully approach her, trying not to catch the demon's attention. I crouched so the little girl could see me.

« Hey, come on. It's time to leave. Huh?! »

My hand went through her when I tried to touch her shoulder. Oh, right... I'm not supposed to be here in the first place. This is only a vision. A vision of the past.

The little girl came out of her hiding spot once there was no more sound. She was still crying. I followed her. I know I can't do anything, but if I can at least keep an eye on her while she's still out there, that'll reassure me.

She grabbed a sharp stick and carved the boy's name. Jude. I remember that name. I saw it carved last time I came to the house.

She went back home around dawn.

Once she closed the door, I closed my eyes.

And I reopened them to find myself in the house again. I let out a sigh. I'm feeling a little lightheaded.