Shadows of the Past

Chapter 3

The Underland. That's where he and his beloved sisters could go. 

"Mornin'" Maggie, crap, I quickly turn the tv off.

"We're going out, so get Lizzie and get dressed," I say, she furrowed her brows like she was trying to figure something out. Then turned around and opened Lizzie's door. I stood up and waited by the door. Maggie came running out first and quickly grabbed a mask. Lizzie came out, lazily a minute later, grabbing a mask.

I open the door, pausing, thinking if I should tell the girls we are leaving. I make up my mind and shut the door.

"Please sit down at the table," I say taking off my mask, the girls following suit.

"Why?" Maggie asks

"I'll explain in a sec, just please go sit down," They go to the table, I remain in the hallway for a second, thinking of a way to tell them what we're doing. I run my hand through my hair and walk to the table.

Both of them sat at their chairs, I sit in mine.

"Girls," I pause, "New York is no longer safe, and wherever we go there's going to be a lot of radiation, except one place," Lizzie's face went pale as she remembered.

"Not Antarctica, Gego,"

"No...Maggie, you wouldn't remember this, but Lizzie, you probably do," 

"Yeah, I don't want to go back, that's where Dad was trapped for 2 years, and where Mom got sick. Not to mention, you almost died, a lot," Maggie looked confused.

"Woah, Woah, hold up. What are you talking about?"

"The Underland," Lizzie and I say in unison.

"And what's this thing with Dad getting trapped there and Mom getting sick?" 

"I'll explain later, just please go to your room and grab anything you want. Try not to make it a lot," I say to Lizzie, and Maggie "If we're lucky we can go down in the laundry room, our safest bet is Central Park," I mumbled. 

"No, I refuse to go,"

"Lizzie, you're going, it's our safest bet. Do you want to walk around wearing a mask 24 7?"

"No...,"She paused, "Fine, but if he's not there imma bounce," Lizzie got up and walked to her room. 

"Maggie, please go pack," She nods and walks off to her room. I walk to my room, which was my parent's old room. Above my headboard was the sword that once belonged to Bartholemew of Sandwich. A few weeks after I left the Underland for good, it had shown up, wrapped in a cloth and in its scabbard. I take it off the wall, admiring its beauty.

"I guess the Warrior is back," I say putting the sword in its scabbard.

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Dun dun dun *jazz hands*