December 23: Ancient Secrets
"Do you think Patricia's okay?"
"It's Patricia, she doesn't even have feelings."
Joy hit Mick's shoulder, frowning at him, "Mick, I'm serious!"
He rubbed his shoulder, pretending to be in pain, "You've got quite the left hook there, Mercer. But I am being serious! She'll be fine, she just needs time."
"I hope so," Joy bit her lip, "I'm worried about her. I've never seen her so upset. Let alone over a boy!"
He shrugged, "Just let her be alone for a while."
"Okay," Joy sat down on her bed, anxiously drumming her fingers in her lip, "I'll wait."
"How did Fabian react to all of this?" Mick asked.
"I don't know, but he's probably mad at Eddie."
"But not Nina?"
"Well allegedly, Eddie kissed Nina, so it sounds to me like the feeling wasn't mutual."
"So she didn't kiss him back?"
"I don't know the details Mick!" Joy snapped, but then sighed, "Sorry, I just meant that I only know what Patricia told me."
"It's fine. I think I know how Patricia feels, though. I remember how I felt when Mara and Jerome kissed."
"I guess kissing other people's boyfriends or girlfriends really creates problems," Joy embarrassedly remembered what she had done last year.
He nodded, and Joy suddenly had a brilliant idea, "What if you talked to her?"
"Me?" he scoffed, "I would make it even worse!"
"No just listen!" she cried, "You know exactly what Patricia is going through, maybe you could help her feel better!"
"What do you want me to do? Make her forgive Eddie? Break up with him!"
"I don't know, but at least say something to her!"
"I'm not Amber, I can't give dating advice!"
"Yes you can!" she was standing up now, a pleading look in her eyes, "Please Mick? Do it for me?"
"I'll try," he mumbled, "But I can't promise it'll fix anything!"
"Thank you!" she hugged him, then quickly shoved him out the door, "Now go!"
The entire town was covered in a blanket of snow from last night and the sky was pure white, stretching on fire miles like that.
That morning when Nina woke up her first impression was to open the door, and it was a blizzard outside. The flurries furiously blew and she was amazed with how impossibly fast the snow blew. It was all so white, the harsh beauty of the morning was astonishing and refreshing.
Fabian saw her and joined her at the door.
"Brrrr," he casually placed his hand against hers and she clasped it, "But since we've got no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."
"I'll say," she smiled softly, "Winter here is so amazing. I'll never get used to it! It's so different from back home."
"It's lovely," he agreed, but he was more interested in her childlike fascination with the wintry day, "But you are lovelier."
Nina tore her eyes away from the outside and looked at him, "I like the way you say lovely, like it's something precious or delicate."
"I reserve the word just for you," he murmured, gently leaning down and kissing her softly, whispering between kisses, "You are lovely."
So they stood, wrapped in embrace with the door wide open and the snowflakes sticking to them, winter claiming them as they kissed.
She tasted his words, the sweet taste of lovely. Sometimes when you said a word over and over again it became meaningless and sounded wrong, but Nina just wanted to him to keep whispering that word to her forever.
He pulled his lips away from hers and planted one last kiss near her ear, whispering one last lovely.
"That was lovely," she breathed.
He chuckled, "You took the words right out of my mouth."
Mick stumbled upon them, "Have you two seen Patricia?"
They shook their heads.
"Why is the door open? It's freezing!" he shivered.
"Really? I think it feels lovely," Nina said, breaking into fierce laughter with Fabian.
Mick just shook his head and left them alone, laughing and full of lovely.
When the laughter subsided, Nina turned to Fabian, eyes crinkled in worry, "It's tomorrow. The descendant's vulnerable day is tomorrow."
"Oh my lovely Nina, we're going to be alright. We always have been."
"But what if we aren't so lucky this time?"
"It's different now," he squeezed her hand, "We're almost there."
"You're right, you're always right," she hugged him tightly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
They let go, "Oh gosh Nina I love you," Fabian said.
It was the second time he had said that to her and she was still getting used to hearing it. Appreciating the beauty and sacredness of those three words was a careful art.
"I love you too," the word still felt new on her tongue, not quite as sweet as the word lovely, but rich and whole.
"Let's find Sibuna," and he promptly shut the door, sealing in the heat and whispered promises.
Patricia always went to the laundry room when she wanted to be left alone. It was not a secret hiding spot or anything, because everyone knew she'd be there during times like these. It was the unspoken code to leave her be when she was in the laundry room, but Mick was going to ignore that.
His knuckles rapped lightly on the laundry room door, "Patricia? You in there?"
There was a muffled grunt on the other end, "Go away!"
Mick disregarded her commands and opened the door anyways. He almost expected her to have makeup smudges and puffy eyes from crying, but to be honest she just looked extremely cross.
"Get out," she hissed, "Can't you see I want to be alone?"
Sighing, Mick sat beside her on the floor, "Joy thought I should talk to you."
"Well isn't that noble of you," she sneered, "Well forget out, I don't want to talk to anybody."
"But I know how you feel," he objected.
"Yeah right," she scoffed.
"But I do. During the party last year when I came to see Mara from Australia, I saw her kissing Jerome. We didn't even actually break up until recently."
"Okay well maybe you do understand," she scowled, "But that doesn't change a thing."
"Yeah it does," he said, "Because I know what it's like, to be in the background, watching them kiss. To have your heart ache because that should be you, and not understanding what happened."
She said nothing in response, she only stared at the ceiling.
"And I understand what it's like to want to hate that person, to think that they don't even deserve to talk to you. But the worst part is that some part of you still wants them, despite what they did."
"I wish I could hate him," she said quietly, after a while, "But at the same time, I can't find it in myself to forgive him."
"But you have to. It's so much easier when you let go of those sorts of feelings."
"I just don't understand why he did it. I mean, he gave me a reason but it was a horrible one. Do you think I should just end it with him?"
"I don't know," admitted Mick, "But when Mara kissed Jerome she made it clear that she wanted him and not me. But I saw Fabian and Nina this morning, and they seemed to be okay. More than okay, in fact. So she definitely doesn't want him. Does he want her?"
Patricia scooted her knees up to her chest and hugged them, "Possibly. But really, I don't think so. Maybe he regrets the kiss."
"Then talk to him," Mick urged, "Nothing wrong can come from that."
"But how can I talk to him when I don't even want to look at him? What he did...it just...really hurt me. I trusted him and this is what I got in return."
"He might have broken that trust," said Mick, "But sometimes we do stupid things for stupid reasons, and you can't explain why you did it, you just have to ask for forgiveness."
"Why do we give people our hearts?" Patricia asked, then corrected herself, "Why do we give people the power to break our hearts? Hearts are so fragile and I don't understand why we would dare to let someone have them."
"Because when you give someone your heart it's a way of saying," he answered, "Here's my heart, so be careful. I gave it to you because I trust you not to break it."
"But what I put my faith in him and he broke it anyways?"
"You said that hearts are fragile," Mick pointed out, "What if it was an accident?"
"But his reason wasn't an accident," she sighed, "It was him being stupid."
"We all make mistakes sometimes."
"But that was the worst kind of mistake."
"And only the best kind of people can forgive that kind of mistake."
"But I'm not the best," she shook her head, "I can't forgive people so easily."
"Then try," he urged, "Give him a second chance."
"But I don't want to be hurt again."
"That's the chance we take when we're with someone, it's a huge risk but that's what love is, I guess."
"So I should risk my heart and talk to him again?"
Mick nodded, "Take a risk and try again, because you know what? I've been watching you and Eddie together, and I think that you two will make it."
"He's different. He's reckless, stupid, narcissistic, sarcastic, and rude. But so am I," she exhaled sharply, "And I really like him."
"Go," Mick advised, "Tell him what you told me, because life is short and moments like these will be lost if you don't grab a hold of them now."
Patricia stood up, halfway smiling at Mick, "When did you become so smart about this kind of stuff?"
"Dunno," he shrugged, grinning, "Maybe they put special stuff in the water in Australia."
"Get me some of that water then," she started to exit, but turned around, "Thanks Mick."
"You're welcome, now go!"
She grinned and ran out of the laundry room.
Mick was left wondering why he had ever left this wonderful place with all these wonderful people.
Eddie laid on his bed, trying to drown out his thoughts with his music on full blast. If he kept on replaying the scene over and over again in his head it would just make it worse.
Patricia walked into his room and he abruptly yanked the headphones off his head, staring at her hopefully, "Yacker?"
She tried to remain emotionless and sat on Fabian's bed, opposite to him, "I want you to explain to me what happened, because I'm ready to listen."
He gulped, "First of all can I say that I'm so sorry-"
She held a hand up to silence him, "Please just tell your side of the story."
"Okay, so Nina came into my room and was freaking out. Then she told me that she was reading a book in the library and it said that the Paragon and Osirian were always soulmates. I thought this was crazy, because I don't have any feelings towards her, other than ones that make me want to work with her so we can understand each other. You know, because we're connected and we need to be on the same level. But I thought that if I kissed her, I would know whether or not I liked her. So I kissed her and it felt wrong, and I realized that she was more like a sister to me than a girlfriend," after he finished his story he bowed his head.
Patricia let the story sink in. Eddie didn't have any romantic feelings towards Nina? So maybe, it really had been an honest mistake. To be honest, it made perfect sense to her. If someone had told her that she and say, Fabian were a perfect match she'd scoff, kiss him, and tell them that even though they kissed, there were no feelings at all.
She watched him stare at the floor guiltily, "So you were just trying to see if you had any feelings for Nina, and your kiss was a way of doing that?"
He nodded vehemently, "Yes, and I know that it's a really idiotic way of trying to figure things out, but that's what happened. And I have absolutely no feelings for Nina, especially not in the way I feel about you. I feel," he stumbled over words, "For you I…I just really like you Patricia, I really do."
Standing up, she walked over to his bed and sat beside him, "If what you're saying is…true, then I forgive you, because what you did makes sense, and if you really feel about me that way then it must be true. But you can't ever do that to me again, I have trust problems, okay? I don't trust people easily, and when I do it's a hard earned trust. But Eddie you broke that trust, now I know that you really weren't trying to and you had reasons, but we need to trust each other," she blushed, feeling really stupid for being so touchy and emotional, "Trust is important."
Eddie let out a shaky, long held breath, "I'm so sorry Patricia. I will never do anything like that to you again and your trust means everything to me. Thank you for forgiving me…I don't deserve it but thank you. Like I said before…I really like you, and I like having you in my life. It'd be strange without you, Yacker."
She nodded, trying to make the situation lighter, "I'm getting pretty used to your Americanisms and such."
"I'm glad," and then he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and not wanting to let go, "Sometimes I feel like I'm the clingy one in the relationship."
"Yeah, you are," she laughed, closing her eyes as she squeezed him, "Promise me we'll always make trust a priority?"
He let go of her and made an X over his heart, "Cross my heart and hope to die."
It felt childish, but she mimicked him, "Stick a needle in my eye."
He pretended to look alarmed, "I would hope not, your eyes are far too precious to waste."
"Leave the cheesiness to Rutter, will you?"
"Deal."
At lunch, Eddie and Patricia sat by each other and were back to their usual selves, insulting each other and such. Everyone assumed that they had made up and didn't question it further. Fabian and Eddie never really discussed what had happened either, but when Eddie came into the kitchen that morning, Fabian just nodded at him. It was so signify that there were no hard feelings between to the two, and perhaps in later years they would discuss it, but for now, it was better left untouched.
"What are you guys always doing together?" Mick asked, grabbing a sandwich.
"And to whom are you addressing?" Fabian arched his eyebrow.
"You lot," Mick replied, "The seven of you. What are you up to?"
Nina and Eddie exchanged a glance.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Nina lied.
Trudy came into the kitchen and poured more water into their glasses, "Not to eavesdrop on you children, but it does seem as if you seven are always sneaking off into the library together."
Alfie nonchalantly played with his fork, "We don't do that, I think you've all been commanded by aliens to say that. Are they watching us now?"
Mara shook her head, "Nice try, Alfie. But seriously, what are you guys doing all the time?"
Fabian laughed, but it was a bit more high pitched than usual, "We're doing nothing. Seriously, why are you guys so interested in our business?"
"We're just curious," Mick said.
"You are acting very suspicious," pointed out Mara, "Why can't you just tell us?"
"Well for your information, we are actually doing research," Amber stated, matter-of-factly.
Patricia kicked Amber under the table, "What she means is that…"
"We're working on a project!" Nina said quickly.
"Yeah…" Fabian added, "It's for…this online class we're all taking."
"Online class?" Mara looked dubious.
Joy nodded, "It's a special class that focuses on…Ancient Egyptian History!"
"So what's your project on?" Mick folded his arms.
"Cleopatra," declared Alfie, "We need to have…a slideshow, a five page essay, and a poster all about her!"
"My my, that's quite a project!" Trudy exclaimed, "Why are you taking this class?"
"Because…my dad said that it would get us a few extra credits," Eddie answered, "That way we could have more time for studying periods and such."
"And when did you become an avid fan of studying?" questioned Mara.
"Either way," interrupted Nina, "It takes a lot of research in the library, and we better be off now!"
She stood up the rest of Sibuna followed shortly after.
"What an interesting class," Trudy remarked as she began to gather dishes.
"Indeed!" Mara grinned, taking one last gulp of tea, "I'd be interested in taking it even, but it seems as if it's already started. Maybe next year."
"You two actually believe their story?" Mick cried indignantly.
"It seems pretty reasonable," Mara shrugged, "Are you supposing that they're lying to us?"
"Well..yes! Er..maybe!" Mick grunted, standing up and exiting the kitchen, "I'm going to talk to Joy."
On her way out, Joy felt a hand grab her wrist.
"Mick," she turned around, smiling, "What do you need?"
"Why are you lying to me?"
Joy frowned, "I'm sorry Mick, but why don't you believe me?"
"Why can't you just tell me the truth?" he demanded, "I thought we were friends, Joy."
"We are, but you're just being quick tempered, because I am not lying to you."
Nina stood in the entryway, "Are you coming, Joy?"
Joy looked from Nina to Mick, "I've gotta go."
"So you're going to choose them over me?" he spat bitterly.
"Don't make this into a choice, Mick. I'm just busy, that's all."
"You're lying."
"I don't have time for this," she turned away from him, "I don't appreciate the fact that you don't believe me, but I guess that's just your fault," then she promptly left.
Once they were in the library, Fabian announced to Sibuna what he and Nina had seen the previous night.
"I think that I figured out the riddle," Fabian held up his iPhone, "The clue made of stars said that we needed a constellation to form our map through books. I think that this means that our next task is to search for words again in books, like what we did with the page number, line number, and word number thing last time. Yesterday Nina and I researched Orion and Sirius. Sirius was probably the star that showed us the clue so that leaves Orion, which is a constellation. It turns out that there are seven stars in Orion, which I found a bit odd. So I researched a bit, and found out that there are three main characteristics used to describe these stars; solar radii, apparent magnitude, and distance in light years."
Joy grinned understandingly, "So what you're saying is that we get the seven books from earlier, and use the three categories, aka page, line, and word to find a string of words!"
Fabian nodded energetically, "Exactly! Now everybody go find those books again and I will tell you where to find your words!"
Sibuna set to work, Fabian listed off a set of 3 numbers to each person, and they all found a different word.
Amber had scrawled the words onto a spare bit of parchment:
key, closed, seen, eyes, through, the, is
"This makes perfect sense," Patricia muttered.
"Fear not Trixie!" Alfie cried, pulling out his phone, "What if we arrange the words by what books they are from? If I'm right, the broken glass window riddle had a list of the books. So what if we put them in order of how they appear on this?"
He grabbed the pencil from Amber and after glancing at his phone wrote this, "The key is seen through closed eyes."
Victor took a deep breath.
The phone was still ringing, and he had been holding out on answering it.
"Hello?"
"Is this the Anubis house, of the Frobisher Smythe Academy?"
"Yes."
"Am I speaking to a Mr. Rodenmaar?"
"Yes."
"This is the Liverpool Police Department and we need you to come into the station to answer a few questions."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," he hung up the phone and slipped on his coat.
A police cab was already waiting from him when he got outside and he stepped in.
The ride was silent and when they reached the station, Victor knew exactly what they were going to say.
A man in a uniform with deep crease lines sat him down in an office, "Mr. Rodenmaar we've called you in to confirm three bodies."
"The three victims of the murderer?"
"Yes sir, follow me."
He led Victor to the mortuary, where there were three long metal pull outs, each with white body bags on them.
A worker uncovered the first one.
"This is Delia Rumford," Victor said, feeling very nauseated
He recognized the second one as well, "John Roebuck."
The last one was as expected, but it pained him more than the others, "Daphne Andrews."
The policeman nodded and the worker left, "How do you know these three people?"
"We were friends," Victor's voice was hoarse, "Delia and John participated in many activities with me and Daphne worked at the same school as me."
"Sir, do you realize that you were in the phone contacts of these three people? It does seem very suspicious."
"I can assure you that I was at Anubis house during the time of the murders," Victor said confidently, "You can check with my work associates and such."
The officer nodded, "I'll need you to sign some paperwork sir."
And as Victor followed him, he knew with a certainty that Jason was hunting down old Society members. But what had stopped him? He, Mr. Sweet, and Mr. Mercer were all still clearly alive. Had Jason found another way? Victor didn't know if this was good or bad news.
Nina stared at the riddle perplexedly, "Closed eyes? But you can't see anything when your eyes are closed!"
Amber closed her eyes and hummed for a minute, "I'm not seeing any keys, sorry."
"Maybe it's a metaphor," Fabian suggested, "Perhaps it means that we'll find it where we least expect it?"
Eddie snorted, "What a detailed plan. We'll look everywhere that we don't think it is!"
"Well, closed is a synonym for masked, so maybe you need to be wearing the mask of Anubis?" Joy propose.
"That's not a bad idea," Nina shrugged, "What have we got to lose? I've hidden the mask back at the house, so I can go get that. Alfie, can you get the gem from the Frobisher Shield?"
"I'll be right on it!"
Ten minutes later, Nina returned with the bronze mask and Alfie with the purple gem.
He carefully handed her the gem and she placed it on the mask, the whole thing lighting up, then changing to a more golden color.
Nina slowly put on the mask.
Nothing.
"Try closing your eyes," Patricia urged.
She did,
Still nothing.
"Well this is useless," she muttered, about the take the mask off.
"Wait!" Eddie cried, "I have an idea. It's really weird, but I have a really strong feeling that you should do it."
"What is it?"
Eddie pointed to the coffin, near the entrance of the library, "Go into that."
"What are you talking about?"
He sighed, "Just…wear the mask into the closed coffin and close your eyes."
"And why do you think that this will work?"
"I just know."
Nina decided to trust him since he was the Osirian, and walked over to the coffin. Sibuna walked behind her, stealing glances at Eddie, who they thought might have been going crazy.
"Here goes nothing," Nina opened the coffin and stepped inside. Amber closed it for her and inside, Nina closed her eyes.
Eddie also closed his eyes, placing his hand on the coffin and muttering things.
Suddenly, the coffin began to glow, a bright golden color, just like the mask. Then a beam of light shot from the coffin and onto one of the books on the shelves. Eddie removed his hand from the coffin and walked to the spot where the light was shining brightest. The moment his hand touched the book that the light shone it, all the light vanished. Pulling the book off the shelf, he showed it to the others.
It was the original book that said The Descendants, the one with the first riddle in it.
Eddie opened the book and a key clattered to the floor.
Patricia opened the coffin for Nina she came out, staring open mouthed at the key.
Picking it up, Eddie gave it to her, "This was in the book."
Nina turned the key over in her hands, "It's got an engraving that says Open your eyes."
She took off the mask and handed it to Joy. Then she opened the book and right before their very eyes, a key hole appeared in the cover of the book. So she stuck the key into the keyhole and the book glowed a golden color again.
"Ouch!" Nina dropped the book to the floor, shaking her hands to cool them off, "It burned my hand…"
Fabian bent to pick up the book, and opened it up.
There was writing in it.
Fabian began to read.
Seven descended from the great and noble of Egypt will assemble the elixir that can save Cleopatra's heir's life.
They were once seven young Acolytes, one departed and another took his place.
Eddie whispered hoarsely, "Jerome was one of the Acolyte sacrifices and I took his place."
They were brought together to save the descendant and to protect the ancient secrets.
Amber laughed shakily, "That's part of the Sibuna oath."
The Seven
First is the Chosen One, the Paragon.
Everyone stared at Nina.
She is descended from Amneris, who worshipped Anubis.
She will lead you.
The Osirian.
Eddie clenched his fists, expecting this.
He is descended from Osiris, god of the living and the dead.
He will also lead and listen to the whispers of the house. He will be the Protector.
Next, is the young boy, so full of wisdom and the lover of the Paragon.
Fabian gulped, "Is that..me?"
He is descended from King Tutankhamen, the young pharaoh.
He is pure of heart and will also protect the Chosen One.
"I'm…a descendant of King Tut?" Fabian started breathing rapidly, but he kept on reading.
The girl full of fire.
Patricia felt like ice slid down her back, "This can't be true."
She is descended from Sekhmet, the goddess of fire, revenge, and lions.
She will fight for justice and always speak the truth.
"Oh my gosh," Patricia eyes were wide, "What is happening?"
Then there is the beautiful girl, who adores everything.
She is descended from Hathor, the goddess of love, music, and beauty.
"It's been listing the Gods and Goddesses from the books..Oh! Wait, I'm the girl?" Amber gasped.
Nina nodded, "Fabian, keep reading."
She will provide wisdom and grace.
The boy who creates laughter and happiness.
"That'll be me," Alfie took a deep breath, "This is so weird."
He is descended from Ptah, god of creation, craftsmanship, and architecture.
He will solve ancient riddles, make you laugh in the darkest of times, and provide light.
Last is the child who always protected you, especially when you needed her most.
Joy watched everyone stare at her, "That can't be me…" she muttered, "I'm not…"
She is descended from Bastet, goddess of joy and protection.
She will protect you and watch over you.
Nina looked at all of her friends carefully, then cleared her throat, "We are the descendants. We were all chosen, it seems."
"And we were chosen to protect the descendant," continued Eddie, "We have the blood of Gods and Goddesses in us."
Finally, after a long pause, Fabian spoke up, "So this is why we're together? Why we're Sibuna? Because…it was always supposed to be this way?"
Nina nodded, "I…don't know how to explain it but yes. I just..I just know that what this book is saying is true."
"Then we think it's true too," said Amber, and everyone agreed.
Fabian kept reading from the book.
The elixir that will forever protect the descendant from harm is this…
Tears of gold from the Paragon
Blood from the Descendant
The crushed petals from a blue and white lotus flower
These ingredients must be gathered together in the cup of Ankh, whilst the Paragon wears the mask of Anubis. The Paragon and the Osirian must have their guiders.
"Guiders?" Patricia asked.
Nina grasped her necklace, "I think that's what my necklace is, and what Eddie's ring is.
The seven Acolytes must be in a circle around the descendant, chanting these words:
Be Safe O Descendant
I will sacrifice
The blood of the descendant is a sky that cannot be possessed
And with these words
I seal the Descendant's safety, until they may pass into the afterlife
Then the descendant must drink from the cup
When this deed is done, then the Acolytes will have completed their mission, and the Paragon and Osirian will be shown the ancient secrets, the powers that they may call down from the Gods
"So that's what we have to do," Nina said, "And then…the descendant is safe."
So she let that stew, and for a while, Sibuna just sat in silence, taking in all that had just happened. It was an impossible thing, knowing that you were chosen to bear such a weight. That you were the blood descendant of an Egyptian God or Goddess. It was something that you couldn't describe, but only something you could just accept.
After a while, Patricia was the first to speak, "Okay so this is a lot of crazy information, and I can still barely process it. I mean, we're all have the blood of…magic? I don't know, but either way, we need to get started."
Nina nodded, "She's right. I say, that our first step should be to get the lotus petals from Mr. Sweet's office. Sibuna?"
"Sibuna!"
And the word now meant so much more to them, because now they knew that Sibuna was always going to happen and they were a part of it for a reason.
Now it was the middle of the night and Eddie and Nina were in Mr. Sweet's office, plucking two lotuses from his windowsill.
They both heard a voice and jumped, but Nina pressed her head against his wall and heard this…
Oh hey mom, how are you?
I'm good.
Yeah it is pretty late here.
Why am I up so late?
Just the dreams keeping me up…
Yeah.
Mhmmm.
It's weird, I know. Whatever descendant means.
Yeah I know, you've told me and everyone else that a million times. Christmas parties, celebrations, even to strangers at the park!
Well yes it's interesting, I don't know of anybody else who has a mother who's traced their ancestry back to Ancient Egyptian times.
But mom everybody knows that Cleopatra was my great, great, great, great, great, great, great…and lots of other greats grandmother, it's crazy but old news.
No I don't think that has anything to do with the dreams, but you think that it has to do with everything. Maybe it's just meaningless, the majority of dreams are.
Well Merry Christmas Even, I'll call you again later.
Love you, bye.
Nina gasped out loud, and Eddie, who was listening too, covered his mouth to keep from letting out a noise.
"Oh my gosh that's the descendant," Nina whispered, "Eddie that's the freaking descendant."
"I know, I know! But…are we certain?"
"It's got to be. Okay so the descendant is a female, because that was definitely a girl's voice."
"Let's go talk to her then, to make sure!"
"Oh that'll be an interesting conversation. Hi miss, a crazy guy is going to kill you and we can protect you. Also, what is your name?"
"Well it doesn't necessarily have to start out like that," Eddie said, "But we better hurry, because this lady could be leaving for all we know."
"Okay. But can you believe it? It's like we were handed it on a silver platter!"
"Silver platter?" he scoffed, "We've been at this for like two weeks, I think we've earned this. I mean tomorrow…well I guess today she will be vulnerable! In fact, this was cutting it kind of close!"
"Yeah yeah," she grabbed his arm, "Let's go talk to her."
So she swung open the door, and there stood someone that both Eddie and Nina knew very well.
SO THE DESCENDANT IS A GIRL AND WILL BE REVEALED NEXT CHAPTER, mwhahaha! But yes, sorry the ending is a little mundane but I finished watching a movie with my dad and it was 2 in the morning and I realized that I HADN'T EVEN WRITTEN THIS CHAPTER YET. OH MY GOSH THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH THERE ARE 100+ REVIEWS ON THIS FANFICTION BLESS YOU ALL THAT REVIEWED. Oh and congrats to MusicalWheaten who was my 100th reviewer! AHH THANK YOU. You didn't win anything but THANK YOU SO MUCH. BUT YES, the Sibunas just got a load dropped on them. Nina and Eddie aren't the only special ones in Sibuna now! BUT OH GOSH IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE 5 IN THE MORNING and I'm updating this fic. Ahh I'm rambling but LET US GET 5 REVIEWS UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER, COME ON, YOU OUGHT TO REVIEW BECAUSE THEN YOU'LL GET TO READ THE NEXT CHAPTER AND YOU'LL FIGURE OUT WHO THE DESCENDANT IS! Okay well yes GOODNIGHT NOW.
