Chapter 2.
Finn moved swiftly to the curtain covering the half smashed door and peered outside, a tall handsome boy pressed himself against the old railing. He had sandy brown hair and bright greenish eyes; he had almost perfect skin with only a few freckles. He looked nervously at her. "Uh...hi...im Tristan" he said in a polite voice. Finn looked him up and down for a moment then stepped forward. "Hi im Finn, nice to meet you Tristan" she extended her grubby had for him to shake; he just looked at it for a moment and then cleared his through. Finn rolled her eyes for no reason and asked in an equal polite tone of voice. "Would you like to come in?" she didn't wait for his reply but pulled him through the door. The room was quite large, with peeling yellow walls and an old bar against one wall, the candle Tristan had seen from outside was set up on top of the bar, there was a small meal set up, made of stale looking bread and a half eaten pie.
"Sorry for the mess..." Elizabeth said brightly, catching Tristan's eye.
"Uh...No problem" Tristan said grinning like a fool and rubbing the back of his neck. "Im Tristan" he said walking over to her. She blushed and told him her name.
Finn, Elizabeth and Tristan shared dinner and told each other about themselves; it wasn't often that you met someone new. Finn had felt quite left out by Tristan preferring Elizabeth's company and completely ignoring her. Finn sighed and stood up; she walked over to the corner they had set up beds and dropped down onto her destroyed mattress. She picked up one of the only things she owned, and her favorite; a battered old guitar. She tuned it easily and hugged it too her body, strumming a few chords and leaning against the wall. She had taught herself too play and she considered herself pretty good at it. After a while she put her guitar down and drifted off into a restless sleep.
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Sunlight creeped through the windows, hitting the boys in the eyes, Tigg was the first to wake up though; he was a short kid, about 5ft3. He had no freckles at all and dark brown hair, with dark brown eyes to match. Tigg yawned and stretched; he always woke up first and made them a scant breakfast before three of them were sent out for a week to explore. They had only been back for a day but Tristan had insisted they leave again in the morning. Sighing tigg looked to Tristan's bed, he still wasn't home. "Oh well...." He said to himself, walking over to the kitchen, the boys sent out had recently discovered a small store kept running by an old couple, who had willingly given the boys most of their store for a small sum of money grey had found in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Grey was usually in charge when Tristan went on his little journeys. He was thin but muscular compared to the rest of them; Tristan and grey were like brothers. Grey wasn't his real name like Tigg wasn't Tiggs real name but grey didn't like telling others his true name.
Grey was already awake, he sat in the kitchen with a bowl of old cereal, he didn't notice tigg walk over to him, he was looking contently at an old book they had found In there last little adventure in the town. The book was called 'myth or truth' the particular page he was on was faded and hard to read, the only words that stood out was Pandora, box and Qld, Australia. "we should look for it" grey said, Tigg realized that grey had know he was there and just hadn't bothered to look up. "What is it? " Tigg pulled up a rusty bar stool and sat beside grey to study the page.
