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PurpleCobra247: Yes, it was long. I'm glad I didn't put anyone off. I'm sure the story will be interesting as well. Keep reading.
acosta pérez josé ramiro: Interesting thing about comparing A with Casper, and very true as well. That's certinly the case with A. At the moment, he can't remember his own name, besides the fact that Diana nicknamed him A. Hopefully, the rest of the chapters will be detailed enough as well.
Nightw2: Switching between two timelines isn't the easiest thing in the world to do. The hardest part is deciding where the time changes should occur. Jessica's reaction to her mother's story took a lot of thought. Glad you liked it.
Note, if you ARE being cheeky and using this as a guide (shame on you) the code I have given is DIFFERENT to the code in the game.
The house of Brett
After coming back from the kitchen with Jessica's drink, Lola sat back down next toi her daughter. She picked her up and placed her on her lap before giving Jessica the iced Carrot juice. Jessica took the drink and smiled at Lola.
"Thanks mum." Jessica whispered.
"You don't need to thank me." Lola replied. Jessica looked towards the entrance.
"Wonder how long dad will be." Lola looked at the clock.
"Long enough for me to finish my story. I think he was going to get some medicine for you as well."
"Good, I'm interested."
"You're as inquisitive as I was back then."
"I know."
"Now, you had just entered the main gate to the mansion hadn't you?"
"Indeed I had…" Lola continued her story.
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Me and A were standing on the other side of the main gate and in the courtyard just outside the mansion. Walls and hedges prevented us from leaving the pathway up to the mansion. Part of the walls were collapsing due to old age. At the end of the courtyard were some steps leading to the main entrance of the mansion. Trees were growing either side of these steps. The mansion itself was huge. The walls were very plain and had several windows from different rooms of the mansion. Above the front door was a clock, similar to the ones on clock towers but much smaller. The door was surrounded by an arch pattern on the wall. I walked up toward the main door, with A following behind.
"Wow, this mansion is huge." I exclaimed.
"Yes." A replied.
"And Diana lived here?"
"She did."
"This place is enormous."
"Lola, what is your house like?"
"Oh, I live with Rachiel in a burrow on the edge of a forest."
"Is there a buttler?"
"Erm, you're kidding aren't you?"
"Well, there was a buttler in this mansion."
"Really, what was his name?"
"His name was…Bugs"
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"The buttler in the mansion had the same name as Dad?" Jessica asked.
"Apparently. I find it amusing to look back at that now." Lola replied.
"What did you think at the time?"
"I thought that the name seemed familiar but wasn't sure."
"But hadn't you known dad since you two were babies?"
"Kind of. After my third birthday, I never went back to Granny's house and I suppose I forgot about him."
"And then you met him again."
"It's funny how fate plays such strange tricks."
"Anyway, what happened after that?"
"Let me think…" Lola continued her story.
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"Bugs, that name sounds familiar to me." I said when I heard the name.
"Do you know someone called Bugs?" A asked.
"I can remember the name, but not much else."
"I see."
"But what was this Bugs like?"
"I remember coming here with my father. He was the one that showed us around the manison."
"You just visited?"
"Yes. We didn't live here."
"So, you were just guests?"
"I…think so. I'm not sure."
"Do you remember what relation your dad had with the Rabbits?" As I said this, A's expression changed. He looked like he ahad when he remembered about his father. I could only assume that he had regained aanother memory.
"A?" I asked.
"Lola, I've just remembered about when I came here with my dad." A replied.
"What about that time?"
"Dad had received a letter and said that we had to see him. I wasn't sure who 'he' was."
"Continue."
"I remember my father saying 'no time to waste. We have to go to the house where I was raised'. With that, dad brought me here."
"Who sent the letter?"
"I…don't remember."
It's ok. When we enter that mansion, I'm sure you'll remember."
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"I'm getting a case of déjà vu here." Jessica muttered.
"Really, why?" Lola asked.
Because A's scenario sounds a lot like the one you were facing." Lola had a think about this.
"I suppose you're right. I never noticed that before."
"Heh, was it a coincidence, or something more?" Jessica said this in a spooky voice, but regretted it because she felt her fever pick up a notch. She drunk a bit more of her iced drink to cool it down.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, just got a bit warm headed."
"You have your dad's sense of humor."
"I know"
"Now, where was I?" Lola continued her story.
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Me and A entered the doorway and arrived in the main hall. The room was extremely empty, apart from a couple of pictures and a bird statue in the centre of the room. The statue showed two birds sharing a branch in it's bill. Behind the statue, the logo I had seen outside was carved into the floor.
"This place, so empty." I remarked.
"Lola, this is only the entrance hall. That door over there leads into the main part of the mansion." A said.
"So there are rooms the other side. Dad must be there, and Rachiel."
"Rachiel, who's she?"
"She's my aunt. She raised me. She was the one who came to this island with me."
"What is she like?"
"She's an excellent cook and very smart."
"Hmm."
"We came to this island together but she went off to look for my dad and she didn't come back."
"I hope she's ok." As A said this, I remembered something.
"Hang on." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the DAS. I turned it on and found Rachiel's picture.
"This is Rachiel." I said, showing A her picture in the DAS.
"She looks like a nice person." A said.
"I'll bet that she could see you A"
"I hope so." After the conversation ended, we went up to the door that A had pointed out. The door was locked and there was a keypad on the door. I looked at the keypad blankly.
"Great, we need a code." I muttered. We had a closer look at the bird statue. There was a disc shaped slot at the base.
"Hey, there's something written on the statue." I exclaimed. I leant down and read the inscription.
'four leaves sprouting…together they open doors' I had absolutely no idea of what it meant. I looked around the room and had a closer look at one of the pictures. It was a bird holding a two leaf clover in it's bill. The bird was white and green with a red face. The two leaves of the clover had the numbers 3 and 7.
"Lola, this bird is a Hummingbird." A said.
"A Hummingbird?" I asked.
"The smallest bird in the world. It's smaller than mostbutterflies and moths. They fly like bees and use long bills and suck nectar out of flowers."
"Hmm, nectar sucking birds. Do you like birds?"
"I might have, I'm not sure." We had another look around and saw that the picture on the other side of the room was exactly the same, but mirrored. The numbers on the clover leaves were 4 and 2.
"Lola." A said.
"Yes?" I asked.
"About this painting."
"It's a Hummingbird, like the other one isn't it?"
"Yes, but there's something else."
"What do you mean?" A then had another recollection of a memory.
"What is it A?" I asked.
"Lola, I just remembered. If you can put these two pictures together in your mind, they make one." A replied.
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"Two into one?" Jessica asked.
"That's what A said." Lola replied.
"I don't get it."
"Well, I didn't either at first. A had to explain it to me."
"This was a memory he'd just regained?"
"Yeah. A kept getting memories back at an uneven pace."
"But, what was this two into one business?"
"Oh yeah, let e explain…" Lola continued her story.
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"Together?" I asked.
"These paintings are secret paintings." A replied.
"What do you mean by secret paintings?"
"I remembered that Diana told me that they hide a secret. It takes two to make one."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Ok, if you stack the paintings in your mind, you can see a hidden picture." I then had an idea.
"Hey, I could use the DAS to do that." I exclaimed.
"DAS, what's that?" A asked. I took out the DAS.
"This. I used it to show you Rachiel's picture."
"Is it a camera?"
"Not quite, but I can take pictures and stack them with it."
"Neat."
"It was made by my dad."
"What is he, an inventor?"
"A scientist." I then remembered something.
"Rachiel told me that Dad had something he wanted to tell me. That is why he sent me this. What could it be…" I thought to my self.
"Lola?" A asked.
"Yes A?" I replied.
"Use that device to stack the bird paintings."
"Ok, I'll try."
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"So, did you try what A suggested?" Jessica asked.
"Of course I did. There were no other leads." Lola replied.
"Was it easy?"
"It was quite fiddly actually, but I eventually managed." Lola felt the ice pack on Jessica's head. It was starting to get warm so she took it off.
"I'll just change your ice pack." Lola said. She stood up and went into the kitchen. While she was away, Jessica had a thought about what was going to happen.
"I'll bet that when mum put the pictures together using the DAS, those four numbers revealled the code for the door." Jessica thought to herself. Lola soon came back with a fresh ice pack. Lola placed the ice pack on Jessica's forehead before sitting back down next to her. Jessica crawled onto her mother without motivation.
"So, what did the pictures reveal?" Jessica asked.
"Let me think…" Lola replied before continuing her story.
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I had put the pictures together and found that the two two leaf clovers made a four leaf clover when put together. The numbers on the clover were arranged in the order 3, 4, 7, 2. Looking at this, it gave me an idea.
"A, I'll bet that these numbers are the code to the door." I exclaimed.
"I think you're right there." A replied. We went over to the door and entered the code on the button lock. After the final button was pressed, the door unlocked and we were able to proceed. We found ourselves in the main hallway. The hallway was alligned with pillars and lights. There were four doors, two on each side of the hallway. The first twwo had clover markings on the front. At the far end, we thought we could see a person. A was the first to see him.
"Hey." A exclaimed.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I think there's someone at the end of the corridor." We ran to the other end of the corridor and found a portrait of a brown rabbit in a dinner dress.
"It's just a portrait." I said. I was dissappointed as I thought it was my dad.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault." A replied.
"But, who is this person?"
"That's…my great-grandfather."
"So, that means he's your father's grandfather."
"Yes."
"Look, there's a name in the bottom right of the portrait." I looked at the portrait and read the name.
'Brett Rabbit.' As I read the name, A regained another memory.
"A, what is it?" I asked.
"I now remember why I came here with my father. He came to see Brett. He was sick at the time." A replied. We were interrupted by the sound of a piano.
"Hey, is that a piano?" I asked.
"There's a piano in the music room." A replied. He pointed to a door just to my left. We went in but found no one in the room. To the right and left of the room were bookcases. There were also a couple of storage boxes, a table and a chair. The rug was a lush red rug with golden designs, similar to the family logo. At the base of one of the bookcases, I saw some pieces of paper. I went over to the pieces of paper and had a look. This was written on one of the pieces of paper.
'In researching the heredity of memory and because of our reasons for developing Another, we could not avoid taking the following point into considiration. The people that were involved in the development of the application of Another have to completely understand how much a person's memories affect their sense of identity.'
"Hey, more of the another essay!" I exclaimed.
"Another, what is that?" A asked.
"It was the project that my dad was working on, but what is the essay doing on the floor?"
"What do you know about another?"
"All I know is that it has something to do with memory."
"Memory?"
"I'm not sure either." I picked up the essay pages and had a look at the bookcase. On the bookcase were white books that had the signs of the Zodiac. Each book also had a letter. The letters were G, E, R, G, E, R, C, H, A, D. I tried rearranging the ooks but there weren't enough to fill the shelf. So instead, I went over and had a look at the piano.
"I bet that sound we heard a minute ago was this piano." I reasoned. I pressed a couple of the keys and heard a similar sound. I also noticed that some of the keys had signs of the zodiac on them.
"Yes, that's the sound." A said.
"But who would play a piano and then just run off?"
"Play the piano?" A then recalled a memory.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Lola, my dad told me that by playing a secret melody on the piano, it would open a hidden door." A replied.
"Wow." I had another look around and saw a portrait of a man sitting at the piano. A was unable to recognise the person.
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"A secret melody?" Jessica asked.
"Yes, me and A had to find out what that secret melody was." Lola replied.
"Ohh, a music puzzle."
"Kind of, the hard part was learning the secret melody."
"I'm no good at musical riddles so I wouldn't know where to begin."
"It was actually quite easy for a musical riddle."
"Was it?"
"Yes, let me explain." Lola then continued with her story.
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We left the music room and went into the room directly opposite. The room had a fireplace to the right. There were a couple of sofa's near the fireplace and a bed near the sofa's. Near the bed was a desk and a bookshelf. There were some steps leading to a raised area. On this area were three wardrobes.
"This is the buttlers' room." A said. I had another look around and something on he desk caught my eye. The desk had a few draws. On the desk itself, there were a few books and some notepaper. There was a pencil next to the notepaper.
"This notepad, it's brand new." I said.
"Lola, could this be your father's?" A asked.
"It might be. There's nothing on the top page but the page before it has been torn away."
"Lola, have a closer look."
"Why?"
"When someone writes on a notebook, it often leaves an impression on the page below." I had a closer look and indeed saw a faint impression. I grabbed the nearby pencil and began rubbing to try and read the impression to find out what was written on the torn off page. Unfortunately, the lead of the pencil snapped.
"Dammit!" I exclaimed.
"Lola, is there anything else we could use instead of a pencil?" A asked.
"I don't have anything on me, but there may be something around." Looking around, I saw the fireplace in the corner. It was an old style fireplace made of what I assumed to be marble. The main part of the fireplace was coloured gold. I had a closer look and saw some charcoal in the fireplace.
"Hey, perhaps we can read that inpression with this charcoal." I suggested.
"It's worth a try." A replied. I grabbed the charcoal and ran back to the notebook. I then used the charcoal and rubbed against the notebook.
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"And were you able to read the impression?" Jessica asked.
"I was, but my arm was very sore afterwards." Lola replied.
"I can imagine."
"But the note was a little confusing."
"What did it read?"
"It read 'Dave will come'."
"Dave? Who's he?"
"You'll find out." Lola then continued her story.
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Looking at the desk a bit more, I found a DAS card next to the notebook. I had completely overlooked it before. I picked it up and played it. This message was played.
"Lola, I can tell that you came here looking for me. I can't wait to see you. I am so happy. When we meet, I will tell you about your mother and about another. I will be in a room deeper in the mansion."
"A room deep in the mansion! I need to find him!" I exclaimed. I then began thinking.
"But I don't know why dad is here. And I still don't know what another is. When I find dad, I'll know for sure." I thought to myself.
"Lola, why don't we have a look in those wardrobes?" A suggested.
"Ok, we may find something." We went up to the wardrobes and opened the leftmost one. Inside was an old envelope.
"There's a letter in that envelope." A exclaimed. I picked up the letter and read it aloud.
'My beloved father,
I beg for your forgiveness for me going against your will. I really want to pursue my career as a musician. Since I departed this mansion, I have endured many hardships but I am fully content with living the life I chose for myself. I now have a wife and am the proud father of two children of my own. One day, I will return to the mansion and will be able to have a proper talk with you.
Yours sincerely,
Brett Rabbit.'
"Brett Rabbit, who's he?" I asked.
"I don't remember." A replied.
"A, it's ok. You'll remember eventually."
"I hope so." We checked the middle wardrobe and found an old album. The album was coloured red and had a gold boarder.
"A, you may be in some of these photos." I suggested.
"Then perhaps we have a look." A replied. I picked up the album and opened it. On the first page was a picture of two young rabbits playing with some sort of wheel. There was a caption under the photo.
'July 1924
The boys play in the yard. George and Richard are growing incredibly quickly. Practically inseperable, they are also thick as thieves. George is very protective of his younger brother, Richard.'
On the next page of the album, there was a picture of two young men wearing basketball uniforms.
'August, 1932
The boys playing Basketball. Stern and strong George. Honest and gentle Richard. One cannot help but smile when around the two boys. Master is happiest just watching his boys grow.'
On the next page, there were pictures of the two rabbits. They were both wearing sharp suits.
'September 1934
Portraits of the two young men. George aspires to become an artist while Richard wishes to become a novelists. Both of the boys are now adults and Master would want nothing more than to see them suceed in their chosen career.'
"George and Richard, they were the graves at the graveyard where we met." I said.
"So, they were brothers." A added.
"A, do you remember who they were?"
"No."
"Look through the pictures, does anything come back?"
"Nothing comes back, sorry."
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"Were those the only pictures in the album?" Jessica asked.
"Yes, there were no others." Lola replied.
"But it seems a little lacking."
"I know. I think it was only certain areas of the boys' lives."
"Perhaps." Lola felt the ice pack on Jessica's head. It was still cold.
"Do you want a drink?" Lola asked.
"I'm fine. To be honest, I'd rather hear more of your story." Jessica replied.
"Ok then." Lola continued her story.
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In the rightmost wardrobe were a scrool, a notebook and a kind of puzzle box. The notebook was green with a gold boarder. I picked up the notebook and read the title.
"This is the buttlers' records." I excalimed.
"Perhaps we should have a look." A suggested.
"Ok." I opened the journal and read the first page aloud.
"1916.
Now I understand. Master took over the guardship of his grandsons after Brett passed away from his illness. For this puropse, he created the Golden bird room and the Silver bird room, ready for their arrival.
1930
The two boys have outgrown me completely. They are now strapping young rabbits. George and Richard went to university together. Stern and strong George. Honest and gentle Richard. The master id delighted to see the two boys growing up so fast. Finding a uscessor to own the mansion is no longer a concern.
1936
George marries.
1938
Richard marries.
December 1941
The dreaded day has finally come. George and Richard have been ddrafted into the war and wil;l be entering the battlefield. They are heading for the front lines. I am speechless when I think about the master. All that we can do is pray and hope that god is on our side.
September 1945
Finally, George and Richard have returned to the mansion. A day we have been waiting for for four years. It was extraordinary that both of them came home at the same time. Unfortunately, they have both taken substantial wound to both the body and soul. We pray for rapid recoveries.
1946
Master writes his last will and testament.
1948
Master falls ill. At George's request, both bird rooms have been locked. The key to the room was given to the two birds."
"The key was given to the two birds, what could that mean?" I asked.
"I'm not sure." A replied. We next had a look at the old scrool. We were surprised to find the Rabbits family tree.
"The rabbits family tree."
"Yes." We both had a look at the family tree. Brett married a girl called Sarah and had a child called Zach. Zach married and had two sons, George and Richard. Zach's wife was not reccorded. George married a girl called Melissa and had a child whose name was not recorded. Richard married a girl called Judy and also had an unknown child.
The last item in the wardrobe was the puzzle box. The pzzle was a moving picture puzzle, and there was a silver medallion inside the box.
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"By moving picture puzzle, do you mean one of those where there is a picture spreead out on squares and you have to move the squares to complete the picture?" Jessica asked.
"That's the kind." Lola replied.
"I love those puzzles."
"I know you do, but I had a lot of trouble."
"How long did it take you to solve it?"
"About 5 minutes."
"And what size was the puzzle?"
"It was 3x3."
"I could have done that easily.
"I know you could've but you weren't around then were you?"
"Heh, true."
"Now, where was I…" Lola continued her story.
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After completing the puzzle, the box opened and I was able to collect the medallion in the box. It had a bird design and engravings around the edge. As I begal walking towards the steps to the lower level, something on the bookcase caught my eye. I had a closer look and saw a book with a white spine and a sign of the Zodiac. There was also the letter I.
"Hey, this book is from the music room." I exclaimed. I grabbed the book and left the room. When we were back in the hallway, I took out the medallion and had a closer look at it. It reminded me of the statue in the entrance. I then remembered the circular slot in the statue. I went back, followed by A, to the statue and placed the medallion in the slot. As a result, the beaks of the birds came apart and dropped something on the floor.
"It's a key." I exclaimed.
"Possibly for one of those other two rooms." A replied. I picked up the key and went back to the hallway. The first door I tried was the door on the right. The key fitted perfectly and I was able to unlock the door. The room we arived in was incredibly hot, probably from being locked for years.
"Yuck, this place stinks because of the heat." I exclaimed.
"Yes, it does." A replied. This somewhat surprised me..
"Ghosts can smell?"
"What was that?"
"Oh, it was nothing." I had a look around the room. To the left of the door was a red sofa near a table and a fireplace. There was a book resting on the Table and behind the sofa was a bookcase. I had a look at the bookcase and found another book from the music room. The letter on this book was O.
"Hey, another book from the music room." I exclaimed.
"Yes." A replied. I grabbed the book and had another look around. There was nothing else in the immediate area other than a dish on the floor. I checked the book and it was empty. Near the back of the room there was a small desks. The desk was cluttered. There were books, dolls, a lamp and a box. I opened the box and found it was empty, but the interior was shaped to hold a gun.
"It looks like a gun case." I exclaimed. A didn't answer.
"A?" I asked. A then regained a memory.
"Lola, that case did hold a gun." A said.
"There was a gun in there?"
"Yes, I saw it before and saw the gun in there."
"So someone took the gun out." This thought sent shivers done my spine.
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"Someone had taken the gun?" Jessica asked.
"Yeah. It creeped me out." Lola replied.
"It creeps me out as well."
"At the time, we had no idea of who had taken the gun."
"Did you ever find out?"
"We did eventually, but not for a while." Lola then continued her story.
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We went up some steps to a raised area in the room. When we were there, we found a red sofa, a table and a cabinet. There was nothing on the table but the cabinet was stacked full with bottles and glasses. I had a closerl ook and saw something shiny in one of the glasses. A then remembered something about the glass.
"Lola," A said.
"What is it?" I asked,
"That glass…it is the golden bird glass."
"Golden bird glass?"
"A glass that was treasured by Diana's father."
"Diana's father?" I had a look at the glass and found another clover key in the glass.
"This must be for the other door." I exclaimed. We eushed out and went to the other door, but the key wouldn't fit. I tried both keys but neither worked.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Lola, I think that those keys can be put together." A suggested.
"Worth a try." I had a fiddle and the two clover keys connected, making a four leaf clover key. This was able to unlock the door. The door led to the Silver Bird room. To the right of where we entered, there was a small table and chair set. Nearby there was a desk with a red lamp and a bookcase. We found the final book from the Mmusic room there. This one had the letter R.
"Hey, another book from the music room." I exclaimed.
"I think that's the last one." A added. I grabbed the book and we had another look around the room. In the centre of the room was a table and chair set, like the one normally found in a common lounge. There was a silver rug on the floor. I had a loook at the ruug and saw a huge bloodstain, though I didn't know it was a bloodstain.
"A, look at that bloodstain." I said.
"On the Rug?" A asked. He had a look and his facial expression changed. He then regained another memory.
"A what is it?"
"That stain."
"Yes, what about it?"
"It's my fathers…blood."
"What?"
"Lola, I remember. I witnessed my father lying on the rug, completely dead abd bleeding." I then noticed a birdcage on the floor. The cage looked a little like one that Tweety used to live in, except it was silver rather than yellow.
"A, any idea why this birdcage is on the floor?"
"That cage."
"Yes."
"It fell."
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"The birdcage fell?" Jessica asked.
"That's what A told me." Lola replied.
"But cages don't fall on their own."
"I know, this one was knocked down."
"Knocked down, by who?" Lola felt the ice pack on Jessica's forehead. It was now very warm.
"Let me change your icepack and then I'll explain." Lols took the icepack and went into the kitchen. While she waited, Jessica tried to piece things together.
"If the birdcage was knocked over and A's father was dead, that must mean that A's father was murdured." Jessica reasoned. Lola soon came back with an ice pack and some iced carrot juice.
"Mum, I've just figured out that A's father was murdured." Jessica said.
"Clever." Lola replied. She placed the new icepack on Jessica's forehead.
"But, who killed him?"
"I'll come to that." Lola then continued her story.
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"A, things don't fall by themselves. What happened to the Birdcage?" I asked.
"I saw it." A replied.
"Saw what?"
"My father, lying on the floor in a pool of blood."
"Go on."
"Then someone saw that I was there. He rushed to run and knocked the birdcage over."
"Who was it?"
"It was…" A then regained another memory.
"It was a rabbit in a black jumper." A replied.
"A rabbit in a black jumper?" I asked.
"Let me think. That rabbit, he shot my father dead."
"Gosh." After hearing the story, I went up to a raised part of the room. Up there was a desk and a set of shelves. The shelves displayed an assortment of white vases. I had a closer look on the desk and saw a few old books, as well as a torn up piece of paper.
"Hmm, there's writing on this paper. I wonder if I can put it back together." I said to myself. I leant on the table and set to work putting the pieces of paper together. It wasn't that hard and I did it quickly.
"That was easy." I muuttered.
"Now, let's see what it says." A added. We read the piece of paper together.
"1946
George is acting very strangely. He never lookes at me and refuses to talk to me. While his physical wounds have healed, it seems that he has suffered some deep scars. I am worried as he is not acting like himself."
"Now why was this page torn up?" I asked. Having a hunch, I had a look at the old red book next to the piece of paper.
"When George said that he wanted tpop ursue a career in art, Grandfather just smiled and encouraged him to follow his dream till the bitter end. Everyone is given only one chance at happiness so we should take that chance. Bugs has told me that Grandfather wants me to be his sucessor at the Rabbit company. Personally, I don't think that s an option. Only George can follow in those footsteps."
"This is somebody's diary." I exclaimed. I then noticed that the last page was torn out. I assumed it to be the piece of paper that I had just pieced back together.
Me and A went back to the music room with the missing books. After I placed the books back on the shelf, I just looked at them.
"Hmm, what could this mean." I wondered.
"Lola, try rearranging the books." A suggested.
"Ok." I had a go at rearranging the books. Using the letters as a guide, I rearranged the books and spelt out GEORGERICHARD.
"So, the books spell Grotge and Richard, interesting." I muttered. I then had a look at the order of the zodiac signs on the books.
"Lola, didn't that piano have signs of the zodiac?" A asked.
"Yeah, it did."
"Then perhaps we have to press the keys in this order."
"I think you could be right." I spent a few minutes memorising the zodiac signs and then went over to the piano. As A had remembered, some of the keys had signs of the zidoac on them.
"Lola, I think you have to press the keys in the order of the signs on those books." A suggested.
"I think you're right." I replied. It took a few minutes trying to remember, but I eventually pressed the right keys in the right order. After pressing the final key, the bookshelf moved to the side and revealed a hidden door.
"Look, a hidden door." I exclaimed.
"You see." A said. He was rather smug with himself.
"The bookcase hid a secret door. That was great teamwork."
"Thanks."
"Let's go A. Time to explore of the mansion." We walked off towards the door.
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"Mum." Jessica interrupted.
"What is it Jess?" Lola asked.
"I'd like to go back over that and remember the important bits."
"Ok, let's have a go."
"Same way as before?"
"Sure, let's do it."
"Now, me and A entered the mansion that was occupied by the Rabbits long ago looking for my father and A's memories. There were two paintings and a bird sculpture in the main hall. There was a ket hidden as part of the bird sculpture." Lola began.
"That was the key to the Golden Bird room wasn't It?" Jessica asked.
"Yep, it was the clover key and it opened that room."
"And you use the silver medallion from the buttlers' room to get it."
"Correct again."
"Now, in the wardrobes in the Buttlers' room, I discovered that the son of the master Brett had left the mansion and had two sons. When he fell ill and died,the mastergained custordy of the two boys." Lola continued.
"He created the golden bird room and the silver bird room in preperation for their arrival didn't he?" Jessica asked.
"Yes, now. A couldn't remember his fathers' name at the time and I hadn't found mine. We found evidence leading to him though. We found a DAS card in th buttlers' room telling me that he was deeper in the mansion. There was also a message on the white notepad next to it."
"That said Dave will come didn't it?"
"Yes, but I was unsure of who Dave was."
"Now, to proceed further into the mansion, we had to solve he musical riddle with the white books. I had to find three books from each of the rooms." Lola continued.
"The O book, the I book and the R book." Jessica finished off.
"Yes, I then played a secret melody and opened up the next part of the mansion."
"Ok, I think I can remember that now." Jessica said.
"Good, you certinly have a good memory." Lola complimented.
"I think that comes from you."
"It probably does."
"I wonder who killed A's parents."
"You;'ll find outt. Do you want anything?"
"A carrot would be nice."
" Ok, I'll be back in a minute." Lola sstepped off the couch and went into the kitchen to get Jessica and herself a carrot.
(A/N: Phew, that took me a while to write. I hope you are enjoying this. Please review this chapter.)