I Will Find You

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Gwendolyn's POV

"Gideon?"
I look over my shoulder, but there's no one there. I swear that I heard someone exactly like Gideon yelling my name.

I walk back to the hall where I came from. Light comes gently inside from the windows, and the Lodge's new security system is beeping quietly but rhythmically three in a row. Beep-beep-beep, beep-beep-beep...
After couple footsteps I reach what I was looking for. Mr. George and Dr. White are in Dr. White's room, talking about some nonsense. The examination table is behind a pretty wooden partition, and Dr. White's table is tip-top-clean. No papers, no extra pencils, syringes or bandages, just a lamp and simple, black binder. I step in to the room but they don't see me yet.

"Excuse me, but... Did you see Gideon running past you a couple minutes ago?", I ask, a little intimidated.

"I think I saw someone going past really fast, they must have been in a hurry...", Mr. George says. I find it funny how his eyes become smaller behind his glasses when he thinks something really hard.

"I didn't look in that direction when it happened", Dr. White says, grumpy as always, "but I heard someone running past too."

Yep, definitely Gideon. No one else from the Lodge would run indoors like that. 
"Okay, thank you then. I'm on my way to elapse", I say and wave them goodbye.

When I arrive to the alchemy laboratory where I always elapse, Mr. redhead (can't remember his name, please help me :'D) is waiting for me, clearly not happy.

"Where have you been, miss Sheperd? You're 7 minutes late", he says when he looks up from his perfect, short nails. I hate how he has come even more cheeky after he got the rights to be without a supervisor.

"Did you count seconds too?", I try to hit back.

"No I didn't but I can say it's 420. Even a four-year-old-child would know that."

Well, I failed miserably. Some beautiful day I will make him wordless.

"But I'm here now. Where do I go?" An evil smile rises to Mr. redhead's face, symbolizing victory. He even has different smiles for every situation.

"I've been informed that your destination is going to be 1874", he says.

I sigh. "I had better to go then", I say as I step in front of the chronograf and put my finger into the hole that is meant for it. This is probably the first time I do it independently, because I can't take Mr. redhead anymore.

"Don't forget to do your homework, miss Sheperd."

*

I'm doing my homework in the old alchemy laboratory in the past, just like Mr. Redhead told me. The green sofa feels cold to sit without someone sitting next to me. Comfy but too big, lovely but too lonely.

I decide to give up with math and the functions, and walk to the table near the sofa. I sit to the beautiful, engraved wooden chair. It's heavy to move, and its legs leave a mark on the floor. As I sit I see a big, wide book that is covered with a thin layer of dust. I blow to make the dust flying in the air, and open the book from a random page:

15th of August in 1773

The eagle is sitting on a branch of a birch, ready to make it fall down to the ground and let it die with it's distillation powers. The note C is echoing in the air, growing and growing, covering the G under it's strength. A Raven is flying in the air, but it falls tragically to the ground when a gunshot spreads over the trees. It hits the branches of the fallen birch and stops to the ground under it, staying there.

Mr. PP

Cold shivers run through my spine all the way to my fingertips. Either "Mr. PP" is some kind of  a fortune-teller or he tells stories just for fun. Anyway, the text was horrible. If it is ment to be seen by someone in particular, I think, then the destiny of that person isn't very admiring.

Suddenly a wave of dizziness hits my skull and I place my hands to my temples. I almost forgot that time runs so fast. Out of nowhere, I feel a need to hurry and be fast. I rush up from the chair and won't bother to put it back under the table. I run to the green sofa and reach for my backpack. In a second the scenery changes and I fall to the floor, from a movement that didn't stop. I fall onto something soft and feel my geology book hit me to my head. Well, at least I won't get shouts in school for a pile of missing schoolbooks.

"Hard homework?"

I just glare Mr. redhead badly.

*

Once I step out from the Lodge's doors, I take my phone from the bottom of my bag. I look at the screen:

One missed call: Leslie

I press Leslie's number and lift the phone to my ear. My eyes stop at the nature surrounding me as I walk. It's about six o'clock, and the sky is turning from light blue to lilac. I wake up from my thoughts when Leslie answers after five calls.

"Heyy, you saw I tried to call to you?"

"Yeah, sorry I didn't answer, I was in a little hurry", I try to sound a bit apologetic.

"That's okay, I just wanted to say that I'm in your room because your great aunt Maddy let me in and didn't let me wait for you outside so I came to make more plans and..."

"Enough information, Leslie. You can stay in my room, just don't go too close to Charlotte's parfumes", I say.

"I won't , though there is one thing: Xemerius wants to say that you'd better hurry, he has got some new information."

"Leslie!"

"What?", Leslie seems to be really calm in the other side.

"You can speak to Xemerius?"

"No no no", Leslie laughs out of a sudden. "He has found a way to speak to people who can't see him."

"I see... I better come before some more stupid ideas pop into your heads", I say and end the call.

***

Heyy :3 An idea popped up in my head (just like Xemerius'). If you want something 'special' to happen in my story, you can suggest your idea to me in the comments, and if it isn't impossible (or unsuitable with the story) and goes well with the story line, I'd love to add it in my story!

Don't forget to elapse daily,

See you!