Until We Fly: The Guardian Legacy

Chapter 19: Gone

-James-

'Sorry. Staying at my friends again. Let me know if there's any problems.'

'Alright sweetie. At least pop in tomorrow if you're staying again. Your Gran misses you. I'm just making a late-night shopping run. I'll grab some of that hot chocolate you like ;) '

Natalie was pretty loose about me staying at friends.
Which was definitely a good thing in my situation.

Me and Köleil sat and spoke as the time flew by.
We just sat there, chatting and laughing for about two hours.
That's one of the great things about Kö.
She never gets boring.

Soon, she began to yawn so I decided it was sleepy-time.

Just as Köleil was getting comfortable, someone knocked at the door.

"Hello?"
Nim's voice called.

"Yeah, Nim. Come on in."

She poked her head through the door.
"Hey guys. Uh...James? Will you come with me? I think we need to talk about something..."

"Sure thing. Won't be long, Kö."

"Alright."
She smiled, turning over. I switched the lights off so she could sleep soundly and let the door quietly click shut behind us.

"So. What's up?"
I asked.

"Come on. I...left it in the kitchen."

"Left what?"

"...the book."

Without another word, I silently followed Nim down into the kitchen where we sat at the table, side by side.
The book lay ominously before us both, closed.

"It's just the last part...it's more of a diary. It doesn't seem to be written by the same person who did the logs. And it takes up almost a quarter of the book! And...well...I'm pretty sure it's about those strange girls..."

"Yeah. Static mentioned those..."

"That...that would make sense..." Him sighed, "But here's the thing, I don't know what concerns me...the fact they're in here..."
She mumbled, opening it onto the page as I got my first look.
"...or the way he wrote about them..."

Sketches of Static and Blank's eyes stared back at us.
This was definitely them.
Though I hadn't seen what Blank's other eye looked like yet. It was just...white.
Or blank I suppose.

I slid the book in front of me and read through the page.

1825
February 3rd

He is an imbecile.
This will not work.
It could never possibly work.

Why does he even need them?
He has his own Guardian. Why bother with anything else?!
The damn maid should be enough, right?!

February 19th

So what if I was wrong?
The first forms released today on both subjects.
He looked so happy, tapping on the glass as if tying to communicate with them.
But it doesn't matter.
They'll surely die soon anyway.

March 3rd

They look...human.
Both with female bodies, resembling that of a child.
Around the age of five, I'd say.
This is bad.
I can't let this happen.
They're dangerous.