I know I just updated but I told you I'm getting better at updating quicker. Please enjoy the following chapter!

Henri's POV:

I closed my door silently and walked into my room. I looked out my window and I could see how it was becoming dark outside. It was almost my favorite time of day; the time when the stars where just coming out.

I walked over to my mirror and began studying myself. I was flat-chested. Even though I was 15 I had yet to hit the magic age where puberty would start for me. I looked at my clothes. They were very plain and clean which I hated. I desperately wanted to run outside and make them filthy.

My eyes traveled up to my face. I had more freckles then you could count. My eyes were brown to match my mixed brown hair that was partially hidden by my grandfather's hat. My hair stretched down to my upper back. I suddenly got an idea.

I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair into a ponytail which I tucked up into the hat.

"What are you doing with that old thing on?" My grandmother walked into my room without even knocking. Like most teenage girls, I could never have any privacy.

"Why can't people just knock on doors when they're closed?"

"Well we're the only girls in this house so it doesn't really matter, does it? Now answer my question." She sat on my bed, waiting for an answer.

"Grandpa found it and said I could wear it for a while. I'm kinda hoping he'll let me keep it," I really was.

"I highly doubt that," She smiled. "On the day we were married, your father tried to put it on and he snatched it right out of his hands. I'm very surprised he's letting you wear it; though I must say it looks very cute on you." She smiled once again.

"Thanks."

"You almost remind me of your grandfather with your hair pulled up like that." She stood up and took the hat off my head. She released the hair tie, letting my hair fall back to its original place. I allowed her to be my almost mother by having her to stroke my hair. "You have their eyes."

"Who's?" I asked.

"Your father's and grandfather's, that's who you silly goose. Go to sleep Hen, it's getting late." She kissed my forehead. "Good night," she said walking out of my room.

"Night," I called after her as she closed my door.

I grabbed my pajamas and quickly changed. I knew my grandfather would be expecting me in our usual spot.

I found the trap door that led me to our spot: the attic. I maneuvered my way around boxes with the hat in hand to find my grandfather had already beaten me there.

"Took you long enough, kid," He took his gaze from the open window to stare at me. "Got the hat?"

"You thought I would forget, huh?" I felt untrustworthy.

"No I didn't but I just wanted to make sure," He pated the huge, worn out chair we had pulled over for nights like this. "Come on over."

He was already sitting so I had no choice but to snuggle up next to him. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed the top of my head.

"Tell me a story," I commanded.

"But you've heard them all," he replied.

"Please," I pleaded.

"Which one?" He asked, giving in.

"You pick." I laughed these where the moments that made up for all the stupid things I went through with my dad.

He began telling me of the Lost Ark. Painting a picture of a time when things were being destroyed just because of the religion they were related to.

Then suddenly we both heard a noise from behind us and we both turned to look.

"Probably just a mouse," I insisted trying to reassure myself.

"Yeah, just a mouse," my grandfather agreed but he didn't look to sure himself.

We fell back into the rhythm of the story but I soon gave into the world of unconsciousness drifting to sleep dreaming of stars and stories.

Mutt's POV:

I could see them laughing and enjoying themselves. How I desperately wanted to be in my father's position holding my daughter. But he was right; I had done this to myself. I knew my students better than my own daughter.

I held onto a box full of old trinkets my mother had been meaning to give away. I grabbed an object that wasn't fully in the box and it fell to the floor. I quickly ducked behind the boxes. I could feel their eyes on the area where I was hidden. But soon they turned around and went back to the story.

I took one last look where they where and snuck back downstairs through the other door that wasn't from Henri's room.

I tried to fall asleep but I was haunted with images of the past day. My daughter crying, my father's threat, my mother's look of disapproval as I told her of the dig and my discovery of what I was missing: my own daughter. I needed to find her but I didn't know how.

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