This chapter was very heavy for me to write towards the end. I hope you enjoy this chapter, there are only one or two more chapters of this book, then comes a possible sequel! Vote, comment, share your thoughts!
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Charlotte xx
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Harry's P.O.V.
A loud coughing inturrupts my curious thoughts.
But neither Mabel, nor David's coughing.
It's inside my head.
I immediatley wonder around my mental ports and search for the source, and my legs nearly give out.
"Frankie, her mental port is back on line!," I shout, almost too excited to not sound like a budding psycopath.
David smiles loudly and asks, "What is she saying? Where is she?"
I frown at his question and wander back into my mind. "She--she hasn't said anything. She's---coughing, actually."
Mabel frowns as well. "That's not exactly great news, but at least she's alive. Try talking to her, see if you can get a response."
I dive back into my mind.
Francesca?
.........
I heard you coughing.
.........
Hello?
I love the sound of your voice right now.
A grin spreads across my face and my body relaxes at the mere frequency of her childish voice ringing in my head.
Your port was down, we thought something had happened...
Something did happen.
Something, as in what?
........
Frankie?
I'm not good, Harry.
What?
Physically, I'm not good at all.
Did he do something to you, hurt you?
I'd rather not talk about it. I just want to talk to you. How is everyone? My parents, David, Mabel?
Your being bloddy difficult, Frankie. Listen, were here. Mabel found a spell and were here, in Scotland. You need to tell us where you are.
You...found me?
Why, did you not wish to be found?
Of course I did, I just.....I don't really know exactly where I am. I know there's a village nearby, maybe about 6 miles away?
Were close to a village, I see a village. Listen, I have a plan. Give me some time and hold strong, alright?
She starts coughing violently and I frown.
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The Lost Princess
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