A Forgotten Beginning

Chapter 10: Deja Vu?

Sorry if this chapters confusing... I think I changed tenses a couple of times :/ and I don't proof read my work very well so... Hope you like it anyway! Feel free to leave a comment below :) x

"Where do we start?" asked Adrian.

"Let's ask the locals what's up?" giggled Erica hopping up the steps to a baker.

I followed slowly, turning around when Adrian didn't follow.

"Coming?"

"Yes, of course." He said looking a little dazed.

Inside Erica was already talking to the women behind the counter. She had a massive smile and was one of those people that made everyone smile just because she was.

"Nothings happening?"

"Well everyone was down at the docks this morning, fishing. It's a good season. But now they'll probably be tucked up in bed." She smiled.

"Is that why the town's so deserted?" I asked. "Normally this towns up before dawn then busy all day."

The women chuckled. "Men will be sleeping, women will be doing the housework. Only people on the streets will be children."

"Oh, okay thanks anyway."

"Hey girls?" She called after us. "Have a gingerbread man and you, young man, no more fighting." She glared but smiled happily as we left with the gingerbread men.

"No 'more' fighting." I questioned.

"I don't know." Adrian shrugged.

"Isn't there normally a man at that baker?" asked Erica nibbling on her gingerbread man.

"Is there? I'll ask." I leapt back up the steps.

"Excuse me, miss."

"Back already?" She laughed.

"No offence but isn't there normally a man running this bakery?"

"Oh, John? Poor thing. He was so tired this morning, fell asleep right here." She tapped the counter. "A nice man carried him upstairs, gave me quite a fright. He said 'sorry miss, but your husband fell asleep at the counter. Thought he'd be more comfortable in his own bed.' Such a nice man."

"Was this man quite tall with brown hair? Maybe being followed by a girl or boy."

"Why, yes. His friend called him Lord something. Must be a nickname. It was quite strange."

"Lord Ambrose?" I gasped.

"Yes that's the name. Why dear?"

"He's a friend of mine. I've been trying to find him but he must be back at the school now. Thank you!" I said in a rush.

What was Ambrose doing down here? Were Ambrose and the other night class students planning something? Is that why he didn't want me down here?

"So?" asked Erica eating the last of her gingerbread man.

"The women's husband, John, is normally there. He was too tired this morning. Ambrose was here."

"Ooooh." exclaimed Erica.

"I have a bad feeling about this." I said, groaning as my stomach ached with nausea.

"Megan are you okay?"

I shook my head. Bad idea! My head spun and a dull ache in my knees informed me I had fallen over. I felt like throwing up. I think I did.

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