"What do you think is happening?" Bianca whimpered. "Everybody was gone
when I came in, and one of those ladies grabbed me. Now we're here—but how
the heck did we get here in the first place?"
"I don't know," I marvel, looking around at what looks like an attic. "We were on the doorstep, and your kidnapper came, and—all I can remember was seeing a lot of blue, like when I disappear, and then we just got into this place." I slowly get onto my feet, the floorboards creaking beneath me. This place is eerie. The people that took us away are gone, they just left us here.
"What's that?" asks Bianca. I look towards where she is pointing and see an alter with a gigantic book on top of it.
"I dunno," I respond, "but I wanna find out." I walk over to the altar, finding that it's about as tall as I am. I carefully pick up the book and set it on the ground so I can read what it says. "Book of Shadows," I read. I open the first page and—Wham!
A woman carries a baby basket in one hand and a blonde toddler in the other. She's wearing a tank top and shorts, hair in a ponytail, warding off the hot sun. Tears fall down her cheeks as she sets the basket down onto the doorstep of an orphanage.
"Good-bye, my baby Chris," she sobs. "I love you, but this is the only way. I'll some back for you sometime."
With that, she tucks a note into the blanket that a little brown- haired baby is wrapped in. On the front of the envelope is a stamp—a triquetra. The family symbol.
The woman shifts the toddler in her arms, rings the doorbell, then quickly turns away and runs down the street in misery.
"Chris! Chris! Hello in there???"
I am arisen from the scene, tears in my eyes. "I saw her," I choke, "and this time I heard what she said."
"I don't know," I marvel, looking around at what looks like an attic. "We were on the doorstep, and your kidnapper came, and—all I can remember was seeing a lot of blue, like when I disappear, and then we just got into this place." I slowly get onto my feet, the floorboards creaking beneath me. This place is eerie. The people that took us away are gone, they just left us here.
"What's that?" asks Bianca. I look towards where she is pointing and see an alter with a gigantic book on top of it.
"I dunno," I respond, "but I wanna find out." I walk over to the altar, finding that it's about as tall as I am. I carefully pick up the book and set it on the ground so I can read what it says. "Book of Shadows," I read. I open the first page and—Wham!
A woman carries a baby basket in one hand and a blonde toddler in the other. She's wearing a tank top and shorts, hair in a ponytail, warding off the hot sun. Tears fall down her cheeks as she sets the basket down onto the doorstep of an orphanage.
"Good-bye, my baby Chris," she sobs. "I love you, but this is the only way. I'll some back for you sometime."
With that, she tucks a note into the blanket that a little brown- haired baby is wrapped in. On the front of the envelope is a stamp—a triquetra. The family symbol.
The woman shifts the toddler in her arms, rings the doorbell, then quickly turns away and runs down the street in misery.
"Chris! Chris! Hello in there???"
I am arisen from the scene, tears in my eyes. "I saw her," I choke, "and this time I heard what she said."