Teenage Detective: Mystery of the Dark Snow Village

Chapter 2

Unforgiving Colour

Alin brought Harry and Hermione to her house, a two storey motel, the second biggest house in the town. It was an old place, but well taken care of, despite the lack of customers around. The motel had twenty rooms and three bathrooms, which were shared by the customers. It was a one star quality place, but Harry and Hermione did not mind it as long as they had a place to stay.

They put their bags in their respective rooms and dressed for the funeral. After that, Harry, Hermione and Alin set off to Elisabeth's house. They met Corbin at the front of Elisabeth's house, a semi attached bungalow. Harry gazed forlornly at the house, dark clouds hovering over them as memories flooded his mind.

Elisabeth Ann Catherine… out of the eight people that buried the time capsule, she was really quiet. In a quiet corner of the school, she put her painting tools and canvas and the easel and started painting. The shadow she left when she was painting, was giving a deeper meaning for Harry. He was reminiscence back to the dream this morning.

'I am trying to draw a snowy scenery'

A phone call later, telling him the shocking death of Elisa. She died yesterday, killing herself…. cutting her wrist. She was found by the beach.


"Darren! Amy!" Harry greeted his two childhood friends. The two people were greeting the guests. Both were mildly shocked that Harry came.

Darren was a short boy, shorter than any of them. He has a round shaped face, a crew cut hair, small beady eyes and small nose. What he lacked in height, though, he made up in strength, which made him a great thrower for the football team.

Amy had an athletic figure and slightly tanned skin. She had short auburn hair and a face with shape of a love symbol. She was really pretty with sparkling green eyes and no freckles. But today her eyes had no sparkle, just gloom and distress.

"Harry!" Amy said mildly intrigued.

"Darren came too," Darren said in the same tone as Amy.

Harry, Hermione, Alin and Corbin exchanged gloomy greetings with two of them. Then Harry told them his story on how he got to the village.

"You came all the way from London… thank you," Darren said unsurely.

"I got a call from Kevin and I was shocked to be part of a funeral," said Harry.

Darren looked down. "Yes untill now it's hard to believe it," he said quietly.

Everyone made their way to the living room where the funeral was being held. When Harry entered, his eyes fell on a boy sitting close to the casket. The boy was well built and athletic, and crew cut hair like Darren's.

"Kevin," Harry called the boy as the others approached from behind.

Kevin turned around slowly, revealing his miserable expression to Harry and the others. "Harry!"

Harry smiled slightly. "It's a good thing you called me," he said honestly.

Kevin looked down and gripped what seem like a bracelet with brown beads. "When we all gathered around for an event, we would always remembered you," said Kevin, then his voice quivered. "Elisa, the one who never talked much, couldn't stop talking when we were in that situation… She would always tell us… And hope that one day all of us would gather again someday," he said as tears began to streak down his face, as well as Alin, Amy and Hermione, who was sadden by the story. "Why did she have to kill herself?" he muttered, while gripping the bracelet tightly.

Sadness swept across the room and everyone felt it. Elisa's mother, who sat right across from them, did not show anything or talk, even when guests approached her to console her. Amy wiped her tears while Corbin watched from the living room threshold.

Suddenly a very beautiful long haired girl burst in the room, striding in with elegance and slight arrogance. For a moment Harry and Hermione were sure she was Cho Chang, with the Asian look and long black hair. The girl, like Amy and Alin, was in a black school uniform. "Sorry I'm late, I almost couldn't find my bracelet," she said nonchalantly.

"Eh, who's that!" Harry asked wonderingly. Corbin gazed at him like he was an idiot.

"Don't you remember, that's Farah!" Corbin scolded.

Harry was utterly shocked. "Farah, the Farah Tornberg with glasses," he said, almost shouting. Corbin let out a snort.

"She's been selected 'The Snow Queen' this year at the carnival," said Corbin, irritated. "Ever since then, she's been arrogant," he added.

Kevin became suddenly furious, "Finding a bracelet! This is our bestfriend's funeral," he said pointedly, but never looked at Farah.

"That's why I brought it along," she countered incredulously. "We bought the bracelets together, how can I alone not bring it?" she reasoned.

Harry turned to Alin for an explanation. She smiled sheepishly and took out a bracelet that looked the same as Farah's and Kevin's. "There was a school trip to Liverpool, The seven of us bought bracelets at a souvenir shop. At first, it was a trend but…" her voiced stopped and turned to the opened coffin, which laid Elisabeth's body.

"I can't believe we wear it at this solemn time," she said sadly.

Harry kept quiet after that and watched as the ceremony went on.


Under the blooming cherry blossoms, the burial was to be done tomorrow. The graveyard was in another town since St. Edwards did not have one. The coffin would be kept in a church, situated in the middle of five towns, for a night. On top of the dead were placed three darts, an old way of the town to commemorate their founding father, a dart champion.

The darts were called 'Arrows of Carrier'.


Harry, Hermione and the six young teenagers of the village left the church with a sombre mood.

"Thee day after tomorrow will be the 'Snow Festival' that is three hundred years old and Elisa has waited so long for the festival to come," Alin told Harry and the others, wiping her teary eyes.

They decided not to let the day be all gloom, since Harry and Hermione were here, they decided to go to their school. The school was a two-storey building made from bricks, unlike the houses. It was well equipped with a field, a tennis court, and a park. They stood by a large oak tree in front of the school.

"Hey, I remember this old tree," said Harry, looking up and down the tree.

"Yeah, you once fell from above and damn you almost died," said Corbin boldly. Hermione glared at the back of Harry's head. He failed to notice, but several of the others did.

"If it wasn't for Kevin and Darren, I could have died," said Harry, smirking.

"A frail boy like you back then would have died from a breeze," said Darren jokingly, and they all laughed, even Harry, who blushed.

"But the weird thing was what happened after that," said Alin, quickly facing Hermione as well as the others. Amy nodded furiously. "Yes, the new Science teacher thought Harry was one of us and it ended up with him learning with us in one class," she said, giggly.

Hermione giggled at the story.

"I was bored at that time so I thought 'might as well join in,'" said Harry jokingly. They laughed mirthfully at the joke. "I couldn't believe I was there for two weeks and my cousins almost left me," said Harry.

Alin then made a stern face. "Well they should so you could live here forever," she said, hands on her hips.

Then Farah opened her mouth and gave a crafty look at Harry. "That's impossible to live here in this town. London is way better than here. I bet he has a girlfriend there," she said slyly. "Or maybe he already brought her." She looked at Hermione with that sly look.

The two Hogwarts students blushed and looked away from one another.

Then Darren made fun of Harry again. "If he has one, he won't get any help from her," said Darren, laughing barkingly, followed by the others. Harry frowned at this, but let it slide since the day was very tragic. Then his mind went back to his late friend, he had to confirm something.

"I want to know?" he asked and everyone turned to him, halting their laughter. "Did Elisa really kill herself?"

The six teenagers from the town turned awfully silent and looked away from each other, until Corbin spoke. "She left a note… but that note was hard to understand," he said quietly and recited the note that was short yet difficult to decipher.

'A colour that was happiness at first…

I can't believe it turn out an unforgiving colour!

I can't be… except death…

"An unforgiving colour?" that part of the line flooded Harry's mind with questions. Even in her handwriting left traces like tears, but it were traces of her handwriting. Was the colour just ingredient?

Elisa really loves to paint.

A colour that was happiness… an unforgiving colour.


Farah and Amy were walking back home together. The street was quiet and deserted. The path was grassy and tough. Electric posts lined the narrow street. The two girls were heatedly discussing about their just deceased friend. Unknown to them someone was listening to their conversation.

"She forced herself to die because of some rubbish rumour!" Farah said irritatingly, while running a hand through her hair.

"But Farah! I saw the weird stuff she bought," said Amy anxiously, her face paling by the minute. Farah turned pale too and her eyes widen.

"Really Amy," Farah said. "You mean…"

"Yes!" Amy said loudly and nervously. "That's why she thought our gossip was true… she said she couldn't live anymore. What should we do, Farah? If other people know, we will be…" Amy was cut off by a furious Farah.

"But nobody else knows. And no one will know!" cried Farah, her veins showing. Then she calmed down, looking at Amy, scared. "She killed herself because of her own foolishness, not ours," Farah reasoned. Amy nodded reluctantly.

"Really Farah?" she asked.

"Of course," she said coolly. The girls walked along till they reached their house.

The dark figure hiding behind the shadows of the lamp posts, gripped his hands as he finished listening to the girls' conversation.


The mysterious figure looked down at the body of Elisabeth Catherine, still shaking from the conversation he heard this evening. When he saw how beautiful Elisa was, even in the coffin, and the three darts lying on top of Elisa's body, he knew exactly what to do. He picked up all the darts and swore something under his breath… revenge.

'Let those who should not be forgiven, die with a knock from death!'


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