Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, except Zoey's great great grandmother
"Look Logan! I didn't ask to do this with you! You brought us here in the first place!" said Zoey angrily.
Logan and her were stuck in the attic, cleaning the place.
Zoey picked up the last and old looking trunk. She pulled the lid, but it wouldn't open.
"Dammit! It's locked!" she yelled and put the box back on the ground.
"Give me that!" said Logan with his chicks' expression. He tried and tried, but nothing moved except a lot of dust. Zoey grinned and crossed her arms.
"Not so smart now, are you?" she asked sarcastically.
"Whatever, Zo! Hey wait a minute! What's that weird thingy there?" questioned Logan himself and put a finger on a pentagram with a rose bound onto it.
"I know that… that's our family sign!" responded Zoey surprised and pulled out a bracelet. Then her face fell. "That was my great great grandmothers… she had the best reputation…"
Then she blew the dust away, right into Logan's face who coughed. She pushed aside the little logo and found a keyhole. Her bracelet contained three items. The pentagram with the rose of course, a heart with her grandmother's portrait and… a little key… She put it in the keyhole and turned it. The lid sprung open releasing another cloud of dust.
"Wow…" Zoey put her eyes on Logan who struggled with the dirt.
Autor's note: This Chapter is only a short chapter to introduce the story