It started raining a bit again once the jeep got moving. The landscape was so different, plus with Radar going slower, Thomas calculated it would take at least a good hour to get to the entrance of town. Ironic, since Thomas hated math and anything to do with it.
So, after reading a couple more of Bend's entires, naturally, I fell asleep. And when I did, it was, naturally, a very weird dream.
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I didn't know where I was. I opened my eyes. I wasn't in the car with Thomas, Mercury, and Radar anymore. I was in a whole new place. I was at the entrance of a house. It was pretty tiny, it looked to be about three rooms.
I heard a voice, urging me to go in. I shook my head, but the voice told me it was okay.
So I did.
I took the handle, and pushed open the door. I gasped.
The house was bigger on the inside. Like the Tardis, from Doctor Who. I looked around. It had elixirs and cauldrons, and was filled with shelf upon shelf of odd looking instruments. I saw a table at the other end of the room. I saw the book.
I went forward, tracing my hands on the cover. I heard a voice from the other end of the room. "Cricket."
I turned. It was a young girl, looked to be a little older than me. She had long blonde hair, and gentle brown eyes. She had a somewhat ghostly form, and her skin looked very nearly transparent. But not quite. She smiled. For some reason, I knew exactly who it was. She was Heather Bend.
"Heather?" I asked, confused. And then I was surprised. I spoke perfectly, without a bit of a stutter. Heather nodded. She looked at me oddly. "Cricket, I don't have much time. Come here." I came forward carefully.
Heather reached out a hand, and took mine. I expected it to go through, but it didn't. It felt warm in my grasp.
Heather looked at me directly in the eyes. "My father cursed your town." I nodded. "I have gathered that much, actually." I said dryly. I didn't hear my voice a lot. It felt weird to speak.
Heather half-smiled, but then grew serious again.
"I beg of you to rid the curse. It keeps me tied and my father tied down to Mordale. I am still kind, and do not hurt. But my father is bitter; he wants revenge. If you do rid the curse, it will not only save your town, but it will bring me and my father peace. And I'll finally get to see him again."
Heather looked me in the eye. "It's very important to recite the counter curse, Cricket. Only you can do it."
I began to panic. "Why me? Why can I only say it? Why not Mercury, or Radar, or Thomas?"
Heather sighed. "Cricket, you're actually just like me. I was afraid to speak. Only my father, and my boyfriend, Aaron, understood. I know you can do it, Cricket. I gave a bit of my power to you. You'll know when the time is right to use it. Ridding the curse will not only bring peace to Mordale, my father, and me, but it'll also bring peace to you."
I swallowed. "Heather...I don't know how. I'm afraid, my friends are afraid, my parents are probably really worried. This is too much on my shoulders."
Heather squeezed my hand reassuringly. "Cricket, you just named a bit of confidence. You can do amazing things, and I know you'll be able to handle it. You have the chance I never took. Trust me. You'll be waking up soon, Cricket. I only have a little time."
The door in the house opened, and it began blowing hard in the house. It took a lot of my strength just to stay put. Potions and elixirs flew out the door, but Heather didn't seem to go anywhere. Heather called out,
"Remember Cricket: my father is still bitter. He'll try to stop you from fixing the curse. I'll try to hold him back, but it'll take a lot of your strength as well."
The wind came stronger.
"Heather!" I yelled. "Where is your father?" She only had a grave expression. "Cricket." She said firmly.
Heather let her fingers slip from mine.
"Wake up!"
I screamed as the wind blew me out the door, and hundreds of voices said the same thing.
"Wake up!"
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"Wake up!" Thomas was shaking me, and I heard screaming.
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Sorry about all the cliffhangers 😋
-Clo
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AdventureCarol "Cricket" Hollins can't speak. Sort of. She prefers not to. She only speaks to her brother Thomas, and her friends Radar and Mercury. But when Cricket does speak, she stutters uncontrollably, so most of the time, she stays silent. After her an...