148. FINDING A WAY TO MOVE FORWARD

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Chapter one hundred and forty eight

"Finding a way to move forward."





It had been weeks since Stefan left, where Athena had thought she would be able to push past her and Stefan being over but when he actually left, she fell into this really bad depression where she couldn't even get out of bed, where Matt decided that since he was taking the box that Tyler had left him back to the armory that he'd drag her out of bed and take her, Annabeth and Jace with him, as they were driving down the road, Caroline had called "yeah. I'm, like, an embedded journalist, only in history class." she shared "slow news day?" Matt asked.

"Yeah. The schools doing a big ramp up for founders day. They specifically requested me, for the alumni angle. But I was just calling to see what you were doing for lunch. You know? I could save you a seat in the cafeteria." Caroline shared "raincheck. I've got Athena, Annabeth and Jace and were heading to the armory to deliver the St John box that Tyler left behind. Just doing Ric a favor." Matt shared "Athena.." Caroline said "I'm fine." Athena told her, but Matt knew it was a lie "look, Caroline I should go." he told her "yeah, I'll talk to you later." Caroline shared, as the two hung up.

The four of them soon made it to the armory as they walked in, it was empty "which is creepier when there's nobody around or when there's a creepy siren in the basement?" Jace asked "I'd go with creepy siren." Dorian shared, as he walked down the stairs "Athena, Annabeth, Jace." he shared, looking to Matt "and you must be Matt. I'm Dorian." he said, as Matt put the box down "yeah. Ric said you'd be in charge while he was on his sabbatical." he shared "you mean while he's hiding his kids from the sirens." Dorian shared, as Matt furrowed his brows, he looked to Athena "he told me what really happened to Georgie. Said he wanted to give me a fair warning about who I'd be fighting against if I stayed." Dorian shared, walking up to them.

"Welcome to the circle of trust." Matt shared, as him and Dorian shook hands "Seline murdered my friend. I mean to figure out how to get payback." Dorian shared "and our only weapon is currently on a trip to Paris." Athena shared "you mean the tuning fork?" Matt asked "it's actually called the staff of Arcadius. Cade's enemies forged it in the fire that killed him." Dorian shared "if you say so." Matt told him "it wasn't me who said so. It was Harvey. In his journal. Georgie had it in her car. Seems our dead guy, Harvey, was friends with the sirens back in 1790. They lured him into the armory tunnels and he starved to death down there. We found his bones a couple months ago." Dorian shared, walking around the table to a box, he opened it.

'DNA results got back yesterday." he told them "awesome." Matt said, as Athena, Annabeth and Jace walked forward "yeah. Turns out, he was related to a family from mystic falls. And through the magic that is the internet, I've tracked down a living descendant." Dorian shared "who?" Athena asked "he's actually here." Dorian shared, turning around "hey, Mr Maxwell. Did you finish signing those forms?" he asked, as Mr Maxwell walked out he looked past all of them and at Matt as Athena turned looking at Matt who seemed pretty upset "you know this guy?" she asked him "he's my dad." Matt told her, as Athena's eyes went wide looking back to Mr Maxwell.

Where they all were then looking at the stuff from the journal "I can't believe Ric agreed to let her go. And you guys haven't seen her since Christmas?" Dorian asked "no." they all said, except for Mr Maxwell or Peter "yeah, I was out of town." he said "that's his speciality." Matt shared "here's another artifact that can help. Mr Skeleton Maxwell was a metalsmith, circa 1790. In his journal, he made sketches of something that he smithyed up before he died. Now, according to Dalton St John, the surviving Maxwells made a family heirloom out of it." Dorian shared, as he opened the paper and handed it to Peter "that look familiar?" he asked.

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