Flora would be lying if she said she wasn't scared. She was walking around New Rome just wandering, trying to stretch how long she could be away from her parents. Then she heard the moaning. She knew she shouldn't try to find it, but she just had to for some reason. It drawed her in. She had to find the source of the moaning.

Soon it had led her to a dark alley, where a man laid.

"Dad?"She asked. The figure just kept moaning. She reached out and touched his hand, and the ground began to shake. Frank rose limpy into the air, and began to speak.

"We have waited long…" he began in a raspy voice. "For too long… for our revenge!"

"Dad?" Flora backed away.

"Soon, very SOON!" Frank fell on to the ground with a loud thump. She rushed forward.

"Flora? Is that you?" Her dad asked, struggling to get up. Flora helped him up.

"Dad, what was that?"

"What?" .

"The demented speech you just gave."

"What?" Frank was starting to sweat nervously.

"DAD! Stop fooling around!"

"You don't look very well. Let's get home."

Back home, Hazel ran up to Frank, who was still limping badly, and leaning against Flora.

"What happened? Are you ok, sweetie?" She exclaimed.

"Uhhh… Dad fell!" Flora lied.

Hazel raised one eyebrow and gave her the I-know-you're-lying look.

"Well... honey, let's get you up to bed." Hazel said, still looking at Flora.

"Flora, do you mind going and getting Uncle Will?" Her mom and dad slowly began to make their way up the small stairway.

She ran out the door without stopping, the guilt sinking in. She had never lied to her parents before. Even when bent her dad's bow. She was scared that her dad would really be hurt or somebody had possessed him, but something inside of her told her not to tell them the truth.

When she arrived she saw something she hadn't expected to see. Ethan's house was messy. Dust everywhere, some of the pieces of the walls missing… She had just been here an hour ago. How could have the shaking reached here? The town had looked normal.

She entered the yard gate making a soft creaking noise. She had never been anywhere so silent. There were no birds singing, or wind blowing, or people talking.

She called for Uncle Will. No one answered. She opened the door to the house, her foot steps echoing loudly around her. She looked around. The usually cheerful house was dark and cold. She nearly screamed when she tripped over bodies. Their mouths hanging open, and the blood on their wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was it was who she was looking for.

"Uncle Will." Flora breathed.