Legacy: Orphans of Legends
CH – 4: The Welcome Mat
Thaddeus POV
The girls light blue eyes were full of fear and pain as she slowly reached her trembling hand up, her mouth moving like she was trying to say something but was too weak to form the words.
Her skin was pale, and blood dripped down from her forehead over her eye, probably making her almost blind. It was a wonder she even saw me at all.
Her arm was shaking with the effort it took to hold it up and her breath was shallow and unsteady.
Her arm strength broke and became limp. But before it could fall, I grasped her hand with mine, keeping a firm yet gentle hold so it wouldn't slip out.
She seemed to hitch at my hand, as if not expecting anyone would have taken it at all.
"You're going to be okay, I promise." I said, trying my very best to comfort her.
Her eyes seemed to soften at my words, she took a deep breath, finally seeming to regain control of her lungs.
I heard a set of feet stop next to me and I knew it was Atalanta, she carried a scent of wild flowers wherever she went. She kept quiet though; choosing to let the moment pass in peace.
The girl breathed a few more deep breaths and finally let her fatigue overtake her and drifted off into unconsciousness.
I looked over to Atalanta who had knelt down on her knee, she gave me a questioning look and nodded at the girl.
"She'll be alright; no open wounds, probably has a head injury from the rocks. I'll take her back to the infirmary on Blue." I said.
She nodded, relief evident on her face. "Alright but be careful with her. Head wounds are still serious." She reminded me and I nodded in understanding.
She got up to probably go check on the others. I turned back to the wounded girl and quickly realized I was still holding her soft hand in my own.
Praying to the gods that Atalanta hadn't noticed that little slip up, I placed her hand to her side and began checking her for serious wounds.
She was covered in bruises on the parts of her skin that was visible, no doubt she had more all over her body.
Her neck looked especially nasty, looking like it had a bruise from being choked by a rope.
There was a cut on her left cheek that was bleeding down her chin and neck, and then there was the hit on her head that was bleeding slowly onto her dark hair.
She looked like someone had used her as a baseball bat and then a punching bag.
Did she even understand me? I wondered randomly while I went through the motions of first aid that I had drilled into me.
Maybe she did, she seemed to have a look of relief before she passed out so... I hope she did.
I dug into my personal first aid kit I kept on my belt and took out gauge that was coated in nectar and some tape bandages.
I began to slowly and carefully wrap her head to stop the bleeding and bandaged the cut on the cheek.
Her bruises, while extreme, would have to wait till I got her to the infirmary so Jane could treat her.
She looks so fragile like this. I thought.
Then I remembered how she had severed that werewolves hand off while he held her 'face-down' by the neck with said hand. The memory put a smirk on my face.
Hunters really are tougher than they look.
After I finished, I glanced over to see how the others were doing.
Jack and Jaclyn where currently mounting the hunter with the short, spiky black hair onto Jaclyn's horse, Old Red. She looked to be even more beat up than the girl I was treating.
As for the last hunter, her head was lying on the Native girl who was trying to help her.
She had Atalanta standing from above and Callie, our mighty grizzly friend, lingering over behind giving a threatening glare. She must've needed some convincing in coming with us.
I glanced up at the ridge and spotted Alex keeping an eye on the tree line, his crossbow loaded and ready.
Well, I better get a move on too.
Looking back at the girl at my feet and seeing nothing else needing bandaged, I stood up, brought my right hand to my mouth, and whistled out into the forest.
Almost 3 full seconds later, outcomes Blue galloping out of the trees and stopping next to me.
"Hey girl. Think you could walk gently with her on your back?" I asked, petting her head and cheek.
She neighed then bowed her head slightly giving me the okay. "That's my girl."
Blue was a magnificent stallion, with a coat of black that had a bluish tint to it, hence her name.
The only parts not black was her snout had a white line going from her nose to the top of her head, and her front right leg that had a white sock up to her ankle.
I walked her over and she stood next to the girl, then kneeled down slowly and rested on her knees.
Smartest horse in the world right here!
I kneeled and picked the girl up bridal style, careful not to be too rough with her and placed her on my saddle.
I carefully put her head on Blue's neck with her injured side facing the sky. Carefully as I could, I tied the girl with a rope around her waist to the saddle to keep her from falling off.
It wasn't the most comfortable form of transport, especially with injuries like hers, but it was all we had to work with at the moment.
I took this time to inspect the girls' clothing.
She wore the remains of a silver camo hunting jacket with zipper pockets on the sides of the upper arms. Her pants were grey and looked to be made of a light nylon material, with pockets on the side of the thighs. Her shoes looked to be lightweight hiking boots.
Overall, her clothing looked like they'd been burned, chewed, and ripped all at once.
"Alright girl, up." I commanded Blue while tapping her neck and she slowly rose up to her full height.
I grabbed my recurve bow that I set down to treat the girl, then took Blue's reins and began to lead her over to where the others were but stopped when I stepped on something.
Looking down, I saw a knife that looked to be a military style and was made of a shining silver steel.
Picking it up, I noticed the blood on it that was still fresh; guessing who it belonged to, I glanced to the girl on my horse.
It must have been the one she used in the battle. I smirked remembering how quick she acted with it despite her injuries.
I slipped it into my side satchel that was attached to the saddle, knowing she'd probably want it back, then resumed heading to the others.
Jaclyn was standing by her horse with the other huntress resting on him. The girl had a similar getup as the one on Blue, except she wore a silver metal circlet on her head.
I couldn't say what it meant, but I would guess she was the leader of the group.
Alex was tying the supposed enemy girl's hands in front of her. The girl looked to be Native American with brown hair braided down her back, she wore a black poncho with unique red designs of various animals.
Most of her was covered in blood; She looked to be around my age of 19 to 20 and had a look of shame and guilt on her face.
Was getting captured really that bad? I wondered.
Then I noticed the body on the back of Jack's horse had a blanket over it, and realized she must have failed to save her.
Then Atalanta came walking over from the tree line. "Is everyone ready?" she asked. We all gave her various answers of yes, with me only nodding.
"Good. I'll be leaving to track those monsters, but you all get these Hunters to Jane as soon as you get back." She said as she was checking her own gear.
"Why?" Alex asked.
"The enemy has taken the last hunter hostage. I'm going to see if I can find her and bring her back. If not that, then at least I might find out who they are and where they came from." She said.
"You sure you'll be okay on your own? These guys looked tuff." Alex asked.
Out of all of us, Alex was the one who tended to ask the most about planning and such. He was a lot like what I'd imagine children of Athena would be, intuitive and inquisitive.
"I'll be fine Alex, you just see to the safety of these Hunters here. If I am not back by the time they wake up, have Jane be the one to talk to them, try and get whatever information you can, but be respectful! Hunters are not trusting of others." Atalanta said to everyone, but her gaze finished with Alex who gave her an understanding nod.
After a quick good-bye to the others, Atalanta came over to me, a small smile on her face that I had learned never to doubt.
"Be careful out there." I said to her.
She just smiled wider and put her hand on my shoulder. "I will; try to get along with these hunters while I'm gone, they won't be easy to talk to." She said in a joking tone.
"Ha! They can't be any worse than I was. Right?" I asked, which she huffed at.
"You may be surprised how similar they may be to you. Just try to get along with them." She said.
"I'll do what I can." I stated. She seemed satisfied and nodded approvingly.
Turning her attention to the woods, the Goddess sprinted into the forest in search of the lost hunter. As she disappeared, her form was replaced with a giant cat leaping through the woods.
"Think she'll find her?" Alex asked as he watched her leave.
"How do you think she found us? She's the Goddess of lost children numbnuts! Of course she'll find her!" Jaclyn vigorously responded. Snarky as always.
Alex just rolled his eyes at her usual condescension, but a slight blush showed on his cheeks from forgetting that little detail.
Well, ask a stupid question.
We took one more sweep of the battlefield and secured any weapons left, then we began the walk back to the entrance.
As we walked, there was little talk between us. It had been an early wake-up for us and our adrenaline was wearing off from the fast movement.
Alex chose to walk next to the prisoner and try to talk to her, asking for her story but was having little success in getting anything beyond a glare or a shake of the head.
Shame, he really looks like he's trying to start a conversation with her.
I noticed Jaclyn was also glaring his way with a look of…jealousy? I turned to look ahead so she wouldn't catch the smirk on my face.
She should just go for it if she is going to react to something as little as him trying to make conversation with another girl. That girl is just an endless string of confusion, but then again, what do I know?
Jack, meanwhile, was walking along with his horse, Auburn, at the rear of the group; quietly as always.
Callie was walking next to him keeping him company while also watching our backs. Ever the protective momma bear.
I was at the head of the group keeping an eye out for anything. I wouldn't feel safe till I was back in the valley, safe and sound.
It must have been nearing dawn as I could see the sky begin to brighten in the East which was a relief to me, I prefer day over night. It always seemed too quiet during the night time.
As we descended into the valley below, we walked along a forest path that lead down to the lowest point in the mountain size wall that offered our little world both protection and privacy from the outside.
Which reminds me, it's my turn to clean Athos's shrine this week.
As we got closer to our destination, I began to hear the familiar rumbling sound of a waterfall.
A few minutes later, we came to a clearing that showed a wide rapid river that continued down through the mountains. The river was fed by a waterfall that came from the top of the cliff wall.
As we approached the spot where the falls met the river, a watery figure appeared turning into the familiar face of Scamander, the self-proclaimed guardian of the hidden entrance, standing knee deep in the river.
He was a man who looked to be in his 60's wearing water waders, a fishing vest with all types of hooks, lures, and bobbers; and a fishing hat that said Poseidon's Fishing Club with a pair of old sunglasses on its brim.
His face was one of patience and calmness with his misty eyes that would have made most believe him to be blind but was far from it. His grey-haired sideburns reached down to his chin, the hairs looking much like the waterfall behind him.
He held a long fishing rod in his hands with the line already cast and bobbing around the river, waiting for a good trout or salmon or bass or… well, whatever else there was in a river.
Upon noticing us, a kind smile grew on his face, showing off his purely whites.
"Top of the morning to you fellas! I'm surprised to see you so soon, thought you wouldn't be back till later today." He said as he reeled in his line.
"Good morning to you too Wader." I replied to the man who laughed lightly at my nickname for him.
"Well how did it go out there? I don't see Atalanta with you." He said looking us over, then his eyes settled on the prisoner and the other 'visitors' we had with us on horseback and then his look quickly turned to one of both questioning and annoyance.
Scamander was… hard to pin down sometimes. More often he was okay to get along with, but he tended to take his job a little too intensely.
I bet he would really hit it off with Terminus, they could both spend hours on end lecturing about the proper edicate for border defense.
"And who is this girl you have tied up? As well as the others on the horses?" he asked, his fishing rod morphing into a deep-sea fishing spear hook.
And there he goes getting all defensive.
If there is one thing Scamander pays attention to, it's security. That, and the latest gear from Big Bass Pro Shop, and the latest issue of Atlantis Fishing Surplus.
Alex was the first to step up to answer him.
"Atalanta brought us out to help a group of four girls belonging to the Hunters of Artemis, the girl tied up belongs to another group that attacked them." He said gesturing to the girl who was trying her best to not be too obvious.
Scamander looked the girl over quickly, then nodded for Alex to continue.
"After the fight, we found out that the enemy had taken one of the Hunters so Atalanta left to try and catch them." Alex finished, though Scamander looked like he was still expecting more.
"And…?" He queried with a hand wave, causing Alex to look stumped as to what else there was to say and making Wader look extremely irritated.
"Sigh… Do you even know why they were being chased, or better yet; who exactly they were running from?"
"Well… no, we don't know who or why. But they were werewolves so that has to narrow it down a bit."
"Werewolves!?" Scamander shouted, making Alex flinch.
He looked like he was about to freak out but reigned in his sanity and calm himself down after a couple of breaths.
Guess the weekly stress classes are paying off for the guy.
"How many of those Hunters did you recover?" He asked after recovering himself.
"Three… well, two; we lost one." Alex admitted with a saddened glance back to Jacks horse, though it didn't even come close to the look of guilt our prisoner had.
"The others are unconscious and need to get to the infirmary." He finished.
"I see." Was all Scamander said, then paused for a few seconds of thought before continuing.
"And why should I allow this prisoner, as well as those last two surviving Hunters, to enter? Once they recover, they'll undoubtedly report us to Artemis; and from her, to Olympus." Alex looked baffled by Scamander's question, but I wasn't surprised.
Of course, he'd be worried about that. It's always 'keeping secret's secret' for the last millennia with this guy. I thought, then I decided a little more force was needed.
"Their hurt, weak, and alone out here; we can't just turn a blind eye." I said before Alex could answer before me.
He has his good moments as a leader, but he tends to be more of a loyal follower; Preferring to not argue or aggravate his superiors.
Scamander folded his arms at my reasoning, probably knowing I was right.
"That may be, but my experience has shown that when opening your gates, you should take caution with everything you allow to enter." His words of wisdom caused nothing but sighing from me.
As wise as they may be, this situation is different from the 'experience' Scamander is no doubt referring to.
I knew arguing like this was a waste of time, but the sooner we convince him, the sooner we can get the hunters to-
"Hate to break up this little match boys, but we have orders from Atalanta herself to bring the wounded Hunters to Jane, so like it or not Scamy, your letting us in." Jaclyn stated.
"Or would you want to be the one to tell Atalanta that two girls died because of your stupid distrust of others?!" Ohhhhhh… yeah, she definitely struck a nerve with that one.
Scamander's anger at Jaclyn was more than evident as the river rapids became more, well; rapid.
He grumbled a response that definitely had a few curses in it but didn't look like he was going to fight us anymore.
Then he nodded at the prisoner, "And what of her?"
"Atalanta wants answers, she's our best source." Jaclyn said.
Scamander thought for a second then nodded. "Fine, but she'll have to be blindfolded."
Alex nodded, then took out a red bandana he always carried. The girl in question became more nervous and shuffled away slightly at the action.
Noticing her reaction, Alex tried to calm her down.
"It's okay, this is just a security precaution. Once we get where it's okay, I'll take it off." He said to her, his voice softer than before. She looked to be thinking about it for a second, then nodded for him to continue.
While he tied the knot, I glanced at Jaclyn knowing her reaction would be entertaining.
Yup, she looks about ready to melt rock with that evil glare of hers.
Jack also noticed the reaction and looked at me knowingly through his blue tinted glasses, and we shared a silent laugh.
Jack was a mute, so he usually kept to himself out of habit. He was a kind and gentle person, so he got along with most people.
He was 16(I think) with short, messy black hair and coffee-brown eyes that he kept hidden behind blue tinted lenses glasses for reasons he kept to himself; he wasn't blind without them, so I guessed it was just his preference.
His skin was paler than the average person, colder too. I once gave him a hand up and my hand felt like it was touching something right out of the refrigerator. My guess is he lived up north for most of his life.
Back to now; after the prisoner had been blinded, I turned back to Scamander.
"We good now?" I asked, my tone telling him it wasn't really a question.
He sighed and nodded, then turned to face the falls and reached out both his arms as if he was reaching out to catch someone in them and began chanting in some ancient Greek.
The water began swirling and churning around the river god, as if it was building up energy.
I smirked knowing the awesome scene that was about to happen.
"This never gets old." I stated openly making everyone grin.
Then Scamander finished chanting and quickly lifted his spear hook up with both hands and smashed it down into the water.
The river rose up in reaction, like a rug being pushed in on itself, creating a curved tunnel leading from the shoreline, then arcing up river to the falls.
The water continued to flow over the newly made tunnel, making it look like we were going to enter an aquarium tunnel.
After he was finished, Scamander looked back at us and motioned for us to go through the tunnel of water.
Seeing as how I was the closest, I lead Blue in first.
Are horses have gone in and out of the valley since they were colts, so they were not afraid of the spectacle before us.
As I walked through, I kinda felt like I was in a blender that was inside out.
There were bubbles and swirls everywhere, the sound of the falls seemed to vibrate the ground, I even spotted a few large fish swimming over us heading straight for the falls.
Even better was at this exact moment, the first rays of the sun were reaching over the horizon and shone through the water, ensuing in a kaleidoscope of bright red oranges.
I always found the sensation calming, while mostly everyone else just thought it was a little intense. Wimps.
I glanced back at everyone to see how they were following along.
All except Alex were okay, he was looking a little shaky, focusing his hardest on pebbled ground.
I remembered Alex mentioning that he was claustrophobic the first time we brought him through, Atalanta had me hold his hand with her holding the other.
That wasn't awkward for me at all… (Sarcasm if that's not obvious).
Jaclyn noticed it too and rolled her eyes but smiled, grabbing his arm through hers and leading him through while he had his eyes closed.
While I'm sure she'd never say the word, Jaclyn probably thought his phobia was cute.
Callie looked to have stayed behind, she often preferred to wander around the outside of the borders. But she does like to come in the valley from time to time to relax and play with the Ranchers.
As we came up to the end of the tunnel that went under the falls, it opened up into a cavern behind it; it was largely spacious and could fit a baker's dozen worth at least.
Scamander followed us in last, the tunnel automatically closing behind him, allowing the thunderous water to flow regularly and sealing us in.
Thankfully the cavern was lit automatically by some sort of glowing algae that I could only guess where Scamander had found (or made).
"Alrighty then, you know the way from here. Remember to take extra precautions with not only the prisoner, but especially those Hunters, they tend to lean more towards shoot first and ask later. Especially with men." He said eyeing all except Jaclyn who smirked, liking the idea.
"And! In the high probability that this can and will end badly for us all, I will take it upon myself to say I told you so." he chided, earning nothing but eyerolls all around.
He turned back to enter the falls but stopped mid-spin.
"Oh, and if I were you. I'd tread lightly when telling Actaeon of their involvement." We all gave him a confused look which seemed to ask our questions before we even said it.
"Let's just say he has a somewhat… 'complicated' history with their patron, I'll leave it at that. Tell Jane I said hello, won't you?" He finished with a two finger salute as he turned and walked into the thundering waters as if it was a light sprinkle to him.
"Anyone know anything about what he just said?" Alex asked, looking like his brain was wracking the warning through his gears.
"Nope. Can we go home now? I'm starving." Jaclyn replied simply.
I turned to the caverns back wall and spoke the command words: "Lambda, Custer, Wheat."
The rocks on the wall rumbled as they rearranged themselves until they formed a large opening into darkness that was illuminated by old mining lights turning on one by one as they dangled from the ceiling.
"You ever wonder where Actaeon gets the words for these passwords? Sounds like he just picks them out of a sudoku book." Jaclyn shot out.
"More like a newspaper crossword." I offered back.
We continued into the tunnel, the opening closed automatically behind us just like the waterfalls.
The tunnel began to angle upward as we walked, remnants of mining tool dents and holes in the rock were evident and dripping with water.
Why it was dripping water, I honestly didn't know. Prospecting and mining has never been much of an interest to me.
The tunnel was originally created back during the mid-1800's when they tried to set up a mine in the mountain; But Athos, the current god of the mountain, denied them any valuable materials and they abandoned the site.
That, and they kept suffering cave-ins all the time.
The deeper we went, I made sure to avoid the various traps and precautions that had been set up in case intruders ever made it through the front door (I'd seriously pay to see anyone try to get through Scamander in one piece).
Of course, none of these traps were active at the time. At least most of them are, I think.
But when they were active, we had quite the variety of sudden death and/or agonizing tortures to choose from.
There were shrapnel explosives filled with all manner of sharp objects from pebbles to silver wear, trip wires that activated poisoned darts to come out of both sides of the tunnel walls (Atalanta had them installed after Actaeon had introduced her to the Indiana Jones movies).
And then my personal favorite; lines of hoses running all along the tunnel that were filled with a special oil that, when ignited, created Greek fire that could fill the whole length of the tunnel in green flames with in an instant.
Nothin like a little barbecue before a good fight, or after; whichever comes first.
The tunnel also branched off into other directions that would lead you to more traps unless you knew the right way through the small maze.
You could say they were literal dead ends.
Glancing back again just to see how everyone was doing, not much was different.
Jaclyn was still holding Alex's hand (to which she was probably blushing at), while Jack led the prisoner by her shoulder.
After another minute of walking, we reached the back wall of the main tunnel, where a simple iron gate blocked the exit.
I looked towards the part of the gate that usually had the item I was looking for and there it was. A simple turn style combination lock showed in the dim lighting.
I went up and put in the correct combination, causing hidden gears and levers to move inside the gate door and with a final big click, the doorway opened outwards revealing the exit.
By now you're probably wondering why we have all these over the top security stages and traps set up; well let's just say our home's founders had a love of having the best security available.
I've even overheard Actaeon talking about adding fingerprint and eye scanners soon. Is there such a thing as over compensating? Anyone?
As we walked through the stone door, the light at the opening shone down on us, apparently the sun had finally risen.
We walked out the opening and saw the last line of defense of the valley, a toll booth.
The kind you'd go through when entering a national park or something. There was even a yellow gate that lifted up to let you through.
Manning the gate was my friend Jorge, who happen to be on post this morning.
He was a buff guy at 20 years old, with dark, caramel skin and a bald head. His dark blue eyes contrasted well with his skin and he had a little trimmed beard.
Jorge was wearing Roman style armor that was made with metal, whereas are normal light leather armor didn't (budget cuts).
He also preferred no helmet; said it chafed his scalp which I guess would be true, him being bald and all.
Under his armor was the normal blue Ranch shirt and he carried a battle axe over his shoulder that, from personal experience, I knew he was a natural with.
In my opinion, out of all the residents of the Ranch, he was the toughest of us all. I dare you to not agree after seeing him in person as he raised his axe, ready to maul you down, you'd whimper in fear too.
"Welcome back!" He said after stepping out of the booth. His hands were already on his axe handle, simply out due to muscle reflex.
"Hey Jorge, how's it going?" I asked, slowing my pace as I passed him while the others simply waved or nodded their hello's as went on ahead.
"Not too bad. Heard Atalanta woke you guys up for an early morning job. How'd that go?" he asked.
I nodded for him to follow me as we walked. Was it a good idea leaving the booth unattended? No.
But considering the welcome matt that awaited any intruders, it was okay to leave it for a few minutes at least.
"It wasn't the worst fight I'd been in. Just some demigods running from monsters." I said, obviously oversimplifying it.
He took a glance at the girl on Blues back. "I was wondering who they were. Care to give me the whole story?"
"Ha, tell you what; how about I tell you over lunch after your shift ends?" I suggested, he nodded then looked back at the girl again, a smirk forming on his face.
"What?" I asked, but I already guessed what he was thinking.
"She's kinda cute." He said, earning a flat look from me.
"Careful their bud, that cute girl is also a Hunter of Di- I mean Artemis." I cursed at myself for mixing the two up again, they were technically the same thing, but I've found that her Greek aspect is more popular.
I shook my head, getting back to the conversation at hand. "Which means she probably knows at least a dozen ways to castrate you."
Jorge raised both his hands up in a sign of backing off. "Okay, okay. So cute but deadly? That's kind of hot in its own way."
That little sly comment earned a well-aimed nudge from my elbow, and a little laugh.
"So, a Hunter of Artemis ending up all the way out here? That's not something I expected to happen on only the first hour of my shift. Are those other girls Hunters two? Oh Gods please don't tell me one of ems is Artemis, she would've totally heard me!"
I laughed at the guys suffering but shook my head.
"Nah, only the ones on the horses are Hunters, the one with the blindfold is a part of the group that attacked them, or at least she was, or maybe still is… I don't know."
"You mind clarifying yourself their grandpa?" He joked.
"We caught her while she was treating one of the Hunter's wounds. I didn't see it up close, but from all the blood on her sleeves and poncho, I'd say she was trying everything she could to save her."
"Did she?"
"No." I glanced at the dead huntress on her horse. "We were too late for her."
My eyes stayed on the Hunter, but my mind took me back to the last time I was too late to help someone. The only difference now was that I didn't really know who it was that I failed.
"Hey man, you good?" Jorge asked, knocking me out of my memories.
"Yeah… yeah I'm alright." He probably thought I wasn't, decided to stay quiet about it. No doubt planning to bring it up at lunch.
"Well you better get back to your little phone booth, before someone gets by Wader and all of Atalanta's welcome gifts." I suggested.
He laughed with a smack on my shoulder and swiveled back towards his post. I shook my head at his antics and continued now from the rear of the group.
Jorge and I have been friends long before we even came to the Ranch, he knows me better than pretty much everyone here.
We met each other… Ha! No, more like we found each other in the Twelfth Legion eight years ago; felt like it has been a lifetime since then.
"Hey Thaddeus!" Jorge shouted, making me turn my head back.
"Just a heads up! Jenna really missed you last night. Don't be surprised if she jumps you this morning." he said with that familiar huge white smile on his smug face.
I chuckled at the knowledge of what I was in for and waved back.
"Thanks for the warning." I said to him.
"Don't thank me yet, who do you think was the one who made her miss you in the first place?" he said, his smile getting bigger if that was possible.
I flipped him off from behind my back, causing him to laugh even more.
As our group went along towards the Box, one thought kept bouncing around in my head over and over again.
She is soooo going to have my head later.
A/N – And that's Ch.4
I'm actually surprised I was able to work out three smaller chapters out of just the one from before.
To anyone who got a headache from trying to last through my chapters before, Sorry.
Next – Ch.5 No Place Like It.