Sadly, that didn't happen. Two hours later, at about nine, George and Bennet came to my door and tried to apologize. I told them I wasn't in the mood and was writing. I guess they really wanted to apologize, because they busted into my room. There I sat, quill in hand, writing my new book series. The gray leather covering the book already had drips of ink on it, and the blue quill's bottom tip was stained black. I tried to close the inkwell with its stopper, but right as I found the stopper, Bennet had picked up the inkwell.
"NO, PUT THAT-" I began, but it was too late. Bennet's hand slipped. As the tiny bottle fell, three drops of ink fell out, one drop per person. I grabbed the journal, quill, and inkwell, as if something told me I needed them. Then everything went inky black.
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What can I say? I told ya there'd be cliffhangers!
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The Heart of Constalicen(Home of The Beasts, Book 1)
FantasyI'm Gwen. I live a normal life with my guardians. Scratch that, my life was never normal. You may know me by my pen name, Guinevere Boq, the writer of "Home of The Beasts"! Truth be told, not everything I've written is fiction. Join me and my... Int...
