The Mystery of Mistletine

New dawn

(A/N Picture of Astra and Damian⬆️)

"Rain." Endless rain that pours down and soaks everything. Rain that dances and laughs as it trickles off rooftops and windows. Rain. That one word has been my life ever since I was a child. Rain. That's how it always was in this town of endless rain, never stops never lets up. Rain. This life of mine is full of rain. In this tiny town off the coast of London it never ever stops raining. This is the opposite of a drought the endless rain pours down feeding everyone's sorrow in this town of misery. That's it I'm done writing poetry. Any way welcome to misletine this tiny town hides more secrets than you could ever imagine it may not seem like it but this little town is full to the brim with hidden traps secret passages and crumbling buildings. By the way I'm Astra and this is my story. I always thought that this was a town where nothing happened but rain.I was dead wrong. There was a boy there was a curse and there was a grave. And I'm inviting you to help me figure them out. This is a new dawn in an old town. I really hope that you have enough sense to stop right here but, if you want to keep reading ..................... Don't say I didn't warn you.