Chapter 1: A Midnight Encounter
She walked along the cobblestone roads of London. Her stolen boots clicked against the stones, with a crumpled newspaper in her right hand. A baguette in the other. Both were found on a park bench in the center of London.
Winter in London was harsh. Sliding on the ice, the young teenager cautiously made her way about uptown London. The 13 year old girl didn't feel the breeze against her almost bare chest. She was used to the feel of biting frost. Although it was winter, she wore a very short top and a men's coat. She stole some shoes from the local shop, and found some trousers in the back room. She cropped them, and used some loose change to get them hemmed by the tailor downtown.
"Ma'am!" The girl was pushed by a local citizen. Her baguette flew out of her frostbitten hands and skit against the ice on the side of the road. The man laid on his side, looking at the girl. The redhead's eyes stared at the man as she sat up on the road. "That carriage was coming straight for you." The man was breathing heavily, his chest moving sharply. The girl stood up, regaining her balance, and curtsied to the man, dropping around three coins onto the ground next to the man. She picked up her baguette and took a large bite out of it.
The girl sat down on a bench and opened up her newspaper. One side was an article, and the other was a drawn out map of the city. She spotted out where she was and looked to a marker on the page. The mark showed where her so called "house" was. So, she made her way through the streets of London, checking the time on a golden watch a citizen gave the homeless child many years before.
Turning into the alley which her house was, she spotted a figure in the sky. Almost like a man carrying a child. But, the girl rubbed her eyes, and all there was, was the moon.
The house was an abandoned house, that was being renovated, but never got completed. In the brick wall facing the alley was a hole, which was covered up by a tarp. The young teen pulled back the sheet of fabric and walked in.
On the wall she studied the circular mark drawn on her wall. It was an upside five-point star, surrounded by a circle. The circle was surrounded by another circle with rhombuses in it. She studied the mark for years. She recently notices the letters on the side spelled out "tetragrammaton", and has been hard at work, finding who created the mark.
Sleeping on her many old newspapers, which she had collected over the years, the young girl might of had the best sleep in years.