The Lost Forgotten(ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

Annabella opened up the folded piece of paper and read it.

Ah, Sachat you have found it! Good girl. Now, to find what you need, go to the place with your first memory of me. Go! There is no time to waste! Take Taggo with you.

Your Lemoola

Annabella stood up from where she was sitting on her bed and stuffed the two pieces of paper in her jean pocket. She turned off her lamp and then she touched her fingers to her lips and touched them to a picture of her Lemoola. "I love you, Lemoola. I am ready. I will find this Sacred Stone, Lemoola. I will," she whispered. Then she unlocked her door and walked out.

She was halfway through the door when she remembered something. Her necklace. It might be needed. She ran back to her room, took the butterfly out of the lock and ran back out. Then she looked to her grandmother and put her into a peaceful position so that her soul would be peaceful in heaven. A tear travelled down her cheek.

Annabella kissed her Lemoola's forehead and left the house in search of Taggo. She called for him, "Taggo? Taaaaggooooo! Oh sir, have you seen Taggo," she asked a man who was walking by.

"No. He might still be at work child. Look for him there," he said and Annabella nodded, curtsied to him and ran off to the mill.

"Thank you, sir," she called over her shoulder to the man. He nodded in return and tipped his hat like a cowboy would.

The mill was coming into sight and Annabella ran harder. She saw Taggo carrying a big bag of wheat flour to the travel cart. "Taggo! Come with me, it is important," she called after him.

"Anna, what brings you here? Important you say? Where are we headed?" He dropped the bag into the cart just before Annabella took his hand and pulled him towards her house.

"It is at my Lemoola's house. Come, faster! It is very important!" She was dragging him along the gravel path.

"Slow down Anna," he laughed. "How important?"

"Oh, of utmost importance." She stopped running, gave him a very serious look, and moved her mouth to his ear. "Lemoola has been murdered," she whispered. "No one must know but you and me. Once we are alone I will let you read her letters." She pulled on his arm again and this time he ran with her.

The house wasn't too far from the mill and they were there within minutes. They ran inside and Taggo fell to his knees.

"Anna, your Lemoola," he gasped.

"I know Taggo. Come to my room, I have something to show you." Annabella dragged Taggo to her room and locked them inside. She made sure her window and curtains were closed and turned her lamp back on. "Read them." She handed Taggo the letters and he read them intently. He gasped often and tears trickled down his face but still he read. When he was done he brushed through his short black hair with his fingers.

"This is serious, Anna."

"I know, Taggo. Now come with me." Anna pulled him up and dragged him to the door.

"Where are we going this time?"

"Where my first memory of Lemoola lies."