The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

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   There was only one way to find out, she tucked Quentin up with a blanket and left him to sleep. She got out of the vehicle and the cats followed her. 

"Cantercraft, nobody is to get into this vehicle except me and my cats, do you understand?" 

"I understand. The locks will be released only by you and your key." 

     She didn't like leaving Quentin alone but she couldn't traipse him up to the house if it turned out to be the wrong one. Instead she secured him in the vehicle and entered through the tall, iron gate; the garden inside was pristine with flowers of all varieties growing around the borders. The building stood four floors high, ending with a curved roof and the most intricately carved patterns running along it. Each floor faced a different direction and the windows were covered with painted shutters of the brightest red. 

     A lot of time and money had been invested into this house, and Florence spotted many more like it in the surrounding area. Florence didn't know if they were connected but she hoped a catch up with Agnes would sort through some of the many questions that were starting to pile up in her mind. She reached the front door to find a button and metal keypad instead of a doorbell. Florence raised her brow at the cats then pressed the button, she tensed while she waited for a response. 

    The voice of a young woman answered, "Yes, can I help you?" 

"I hope so, I'm looking for a friend of mine, Agnes Komuna. I heard that she lives here now." 

"I don't know her, thank you for calling." The voice cut off abruptly and Florence frowned. 

"That was rude, maybe we got the wrong address." 

     Florence and the cats returned to the vehicle and tried the next address the Cantercraft provided. They arrived at a very similar looking house, and received the very same reaction when Florence mentioned Agnes's name. The third and last address was no better but Florence had grown frustrated now. 

     She pressed the button down again and stood there in annoyance. 

"No Agnes lives here, please go away." 

"I was told she lives at this address, did she move or something?" 

"I live here, there is no Agnes. You need to leave now." 

    Florence was angry now, she stormed off back to the vehicle and sat in the driver seat trying to calm down. "I don't know what's going on, why would there be three addresses for an Agnes Komuna but none have an Agnes living there?" 

Something strange was definitely going on but what she didn't know. "We'll have to stick around a bit longer, we need supplies and we can't leave this town without help. I'm not risking anything for trouble in Swynmead." 

    An hour later Florence returned to the vehicle with supplies after spending her last few coins. Quentin had previously offered to pay for everything but he was still sleeping and Florence didn't know if he had his wallet anymore. But they had more food and clothes now, and Florence had bought Quentin a new bag to carry his things in when he was feeling better. 

   She watched him for a moment, new bruises had formed on his face since the day before. How she wished she could have stopped it from ever happening, he didn't deserve any of it. If she didn't think he would go on the quest anyway, she'd leave him in a nearby hotel where he could stay and be safe. But he was stubborn, he'd wake up, realise what she'd done and go after her, no matter what state he was in.

    Florence admired his loyalty and caring nature, there weren't many genuinely nice people around. She had to hold onto him and make sure his view of the world wasn't darkened by what had occurred in that rundown gang shack. Florence felt furious just thinking about those lowdown criminals.