The Curse of Windsor Castle

Chapter Twenty-nine

This time, the girls weren't in the tower of London, but in a rural village with many brick houses and fields. The town seemed to be warm and welcoming; however, there wasn't a single person in sight. All that could be heard was the sound of the wind, jingling wind chimes.

"What?" Amy said with disbelief. "Where is Rebecca?"

"That is the question isn't it? Ever since 1938, people have been asking that. It is a pity that no one really seems to know."

Rose snapped her head toward the speaker, but he was gone.

"What's going on?" Tamara clutched her head.

"Another headache?" Amy asked.

"Yes," Tamara said. "But it's mostly caused by confusion. Where are we? Why aren't we in the Tower of London?" She opened the maps app on her phone. "No service. That's strange because I could have sworn that this was England."

"If we don't even know where we are, how are we supposed to know the significance of this place?" Rose clenched her fists. "Is there a shop somewhere that has wifi?"

"Obviously." Amy rolled her eyes. "There's one there." She pointed to a cozy looking cafe that looked warm and inviting.

"But will anyone be inside?" Rose asked. "This place is deserted."

"It looks like there are people inside there," Tamara said. "but nowhere else."

"Then we can eat there," Amy decided. "I'm starving.

The girls ordered hot chocolate before connecting to the internet. "According to the maps, we are in Steventon," Tamara said after much squinting. "What's so special about Steventon?"

Amy pursed her lips. She could vaguely remember learning about Steventon in class. It was probably home to some long dead author. Someone who used fancy English words and drank tea all the time.

"Give it to me." Rose grabbed the laptop. "You take too long." But before she could type a single word, Amy's voice rang out.

"Jane Austen."

"What?" Rose raised an eyebrow.

"Steventon is the birthplace of Jane Austen," Amy said. "I remember Miss Lawson was talking about Jane Austen one day. You were sick, I think."

"Is it likely that Nuntius Mortis and Rebecca would be in her old house?" Tamara asked.

Amy shrugged. "Probably."

Rose typed rapidly before getting a result. "It's actually only a few kilometers away. We can easily walk."

"A few kilometers!" Amy cried. "That's not walkable!"

"Stop being so dramatic, Amy." Tamara rolled her eyes. "You're not that weak."

"Tara, please."

Rose laughed. "Tamara's right, Amy. We run a kilometer everyday in school."

"You run?"

Rose facepalmed. "I can't believe this."

"Come on, Amy," Tamara said. "It won't be so bad."

After paying the bill, the girls made their way to the surprisingly small home, Amy grumbling every five seconds. Once they arrived, Rose cautiously made her way through the front door, followed by Tamara and Amy.

"Rose, duck." Tamara said harshly and pushed her sister down, who nearly missed a fireball to the face.

'What's going on?" Amy screamed. She tried to tackle the attacker, who simply rolled out of the way.