A tiny brown curly haired girl ran up the steps to the front door. Gallagher academy loomed above this girl as she posted a rather scruffy piece of paper through the letterbox. The girl had to be no more than five years old and had pale porcelain skin, her hair was an uncontrollable tangle with pieces of leaves and twigs adding to the air of unkemptness. The girl turned and ran away only seen by a watcher from the window, Cammie Morgan.

Cammie sat staring in a daze out of the window watching the winter clouds come rolling in. Suddenly she saw a flash of movement and turned to see what was happening outside. Seeing the small ramshackle girl brought all the memories back to her…

A distraught Mother telling her child to run home. The very same Mother fighting five circle members at once to save Cammie. Then the girl running with Cammie in her hand, to the forest and saying go back to Gallagher now.

Cammie POV

It all made sense now, everything that had happened, I don't know who my saviour was during that awful summer but that little girl I just saw was defiantly her daughter.

I ran down the stairs taking two at a time not bothering for once to look at the beautiful building called Gallagher academy. I came to a sharp stop as I saw Zach holding a piece of paper, a small tear sliding down his nose.

Zach POV

I watched as the scruffy piece of paper was posted through the letterbox, making a quick descent onto the marble floor. I bent down to pick it up seeing each of the carefully printed shapes which I could read so well. The letter was addressed to 'Daddy' though only I would know that three triangles inline meant that. I opened it up and saw a page of perfect intricate pictures and shapes, swirls and squiggles. I knew Clara had always meant to teach little Anne the code but I couldn't believe she could teach a five year old to write it this well. Reading the letter I found tears sliding down my cheeks.