Chapter 3

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"There most be something in the old family journals we've missed" I nodded  "ok mom, we will figure this out together" I said, as we walked twords the attic where the old family journals were kept , I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, maybe just maybe we could end this curse for good. As we found the old chest with the family journals and pictures we started to to look through it, it smelt of dust and old paper, as we were looking through the chest I came across a picture, it was my great grandmother as a child, she had the same exact bow in her hair, she seemed to be on a rock, on an island in the ocean, "that's strange why would she be out there." I thought to myself as I turned it twords my mom, she gave it an odd look, "hmm that's odd" she said to herself and we continued searching, "look what I found your great grandmother's journal" my mom said, she handed it to me and I started reading through the pages, I had a feeling the key to this was hidden in this journal, as I turned the pages, I felt a cold shiver at my spine, the ink had faded but her words were still read able, these words held weight of centuries of fear and desperation, I flipped the pages and found something I read it out loud, as I read it felt another breeze, and when I got to the bottom I noticed something odd, something wrote very big in some unfamiliar language.

"𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟾𝟾𝟽,"

"𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎.𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛- 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗."

ㄒ卄乇尺乇'丂 几ㄖ 乇丂匚卂卩丨几 ㄒ卄乇 匚ㄩ尺丂乇.

That's odd.

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