Astrid is an artist who creates incredible masterpieces inspired by her dreams and visions from her vivid imagination. But lacking memories of her life before one ominous day in a forest, has caused her to live a disconnected life.
Only when she en...
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Luchinda's instructions:
-Gather the first nine paintings you painted within the non-magical realm.
-Go to the place where you were found, make sure the cat comes too.
-Organise the paintings on the ground, they should together make the correct symbol.
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"These instructions seem so straight-forward on paper don't they?" James pondered aloud whilst reading over Astrid's notes again and again.
"There's a lot more to it really," Astrid commented back, whilst rummaging through the box that contained her older paintings.
"Yes, yes of course," James said with a rushed nod.
"What's so special about these paintings exactly?" Amber asked, picking up one from the pile that Astrid was building up; that one in particular was of a few trees and a blackberry bush standing on a small hill. A neat organised display of greens, browns and deep purple. To Amber's young, untrained eye, it looked quite boring.
"These paintings, once organised, will make up a symbol. It'll open the portal from our side." Astrid didn't look away from the paintings that passed between her hands. "Luchinda told me that the symbol needed to be eight years old, at the very least, to work."
Amber's eyes widened with amazement, as did James'.
"Once your mother has the paintings, we must head to the forest. I think it'll be wise to go before it gets too dark," True said, holding Amber's jacket ready for her to slip her arms into the sleeves. "James you're coming too, aren't you?"
"Would I ever give up the chance to finally go home?" James asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow. "I'll go and find Jeeves," he added with a smile.
"That's them all," Astrid said, lifting up the pile of paintings. "I think."
"You think?" questioned Amber, with a hint of worry.
"Well, maybe more than just think. I just really want to get this right!" Astrid's voice shook with anticipation.
