Forlot - Books 1-3 {Completed}

Chapter Twenty-Three

Our aunt took us to her apartment, which was not far from where we were. She said that she would tell us what was going on once we came to her room and got comfortable.

From what Katrina had told me beforehand, her apartment is different from me and my brother's. There are no bugs or even scorpions. The rooms are bigger, and there are only a few people. Our apartment was packed with people.

Katrina led us into the apartment, and we walked past the front desk. I noticed that no one was by the desk and was going to tell her. But I decided not to. She already had enough on her plate.

"Why would her doctor want her to go to a mental hospital?" I said to myself. "I do not think that my aunt is insane."

We strolled down the hall and soon stopped in front of a green door. Aunt Katrina pulled out a small key from her purse. The purple sky made the key sparkle. She pushed her key into the keyhole and slowly turned it. She then quickly pulled it out and opened the door. No creaks from the door.

"I fixed the hinges this morning," she stated. "The noise was driving me crazy."

We entered the room. Our aunt motioned the two of us to the living room and pointed at some chairs. She told us to sit in the chairs that would make us comfortable and headed to the kitchen.

Hansel and I looked at each other and shrugged. We then did what we were told. I sat in a blue chair, and my brother sat in a green chair.

"I sure hope that Aunt Katrina is okay," Hansel said.

"Me too," I agreed.

A few minutes later, Aunt Katrina returned. She had two glasses in her hands. The glasses were filled with ice and water.

"Here," Katrina spoke as she handed us the drinks. "I thought that you guys might be thirsty."

Hansel and I slightly smiled and took the glasses. "Thanks," we thanked at the same time.

Aunt Katrina is so sweet and nice. She is not crazy.

"Hmm?" She glanced down. "What is this?" She bent down and picked up a folded piece of paper. She unfolded it and read it. "'The firstborn Lubriem...'" Her eyes widened. "Kids...do you know who the Lubriem is?"

I shook my head. "No. But we have heard of the Lubriem."

She lowered the paper. "I...I know the Lubriem."