The Cellar.

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Half an hour had past and no one had come in, no footsteps, no light. Nothing. By now I had found a sofa, by blindly shuffling around arms stretched out in front of me. From what I could feel it was leather, what colour I didn't know.

Then the light flicked on, I blinked hard trying to work put what the person looked like but no one was there. I blinked more has I imagined it, I sat back and from the corner of my eye I saw a boy black hair, deep dark eyes just younger than Irene. I was startled but managed to conceal myself, "Jim Moriarty," he said.

"Lucy." I stumbled, "why am I here?"

He laughed. "Reasons..."

Then, to my surprise, the boy from earlier walk in, "What? Jim, why is Lucy in here?"

"That's what I'd like to know." I had some conference now.

"Come on Lucy time to go home, your parents will be getting worried."

I stood up and walked over to the boy in with the boy at door. He nodded and turned to walk out the door "Don't tell Irine about this Moriarty." And so he exited.

I followed behind like a child through the underground. Is that what they say? Anyway he took me back to my house again said goodbye and started away. "Wait," I said, "I don't even know your name."
He turned around "Merlin." He waved and walked away again.

Merlin. I thought. Merlin. "Merlin." I said outloud, "Wait!"

He paused for a second, like he was thinking but he didn't turn round...

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 02, 2015 ⏰

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