Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
To Achlys,
For those of you who are also wondering about Gregory's old jacket and the amulet this is what happened: Leonora still has Gregory's old jacket but she does not wear it. The jacket means a lot to her because for a while, that was all she had of Gregory. As for the amulet, she returned it to Freda who has it safely hidden!
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Love, FindSarah
"Leonora!" Iona called after me, "Wait, there is more!"
"I said, SOD OFF!" I snarled, making a loop back towards the coast. I turned to head farther up the hill, north, so I was be farther away from the group. No one would know I went missing.
"Please!" She called again. "I don't want to hear it!" I snapped and kept moving forward. I heard her fall back to a stop, which made me start to jog ahead. I didn't want her to follow me.
I curved to head on to a paved road to the coast, during the daylight hours, the walk is simple but at night the walk became eerie. The pave road twists and curves through a cemetery, one that was much older then the one Gregory use to live at.
When I got to the entrance of the necropolis I quickly began to walk faster. Being in a graveyard was nothing new, the issue stemmed from being in a larger graveyard that has no other use other then a historical landmark, it dated farther back then the one that was closer to the house, and I was alone.
"On an odd note," I muttered, pushing the old-worn down, cast iron gate open as it made a ghostly shriek, "Scotland has some of the more creepy stone work." I glanced at a tombstone that was covered in moss and was weather-beaten. The statues of weeping angles, haggard crosses were in lined the large mausoleum and large leaf-less trees, created dark figured that shadowed my path only increasing my anxiety.
The wind chill increased as I walked deeper into graveyard. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." I growled, my eyes darting back and forth between the two sides of the graveyard. Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I jumped; letting loose a blood curdling scream that had the potential to wake the dead.
"I'm sorry!" The person shrieked. I glared at the person who grabbed me and was shocked to see Canada staring wide-eyed at me. "Holy Mother of…" I looked at her; trying to regain my words as I uncontrollably shook with fear. I tried to stop the laughter the was bubbling in my throat, "What are you doing here?"
"I didn't mean to scare you." Canada said softly, "Oh, I'm here because I was visiting my father's grave." She pointed to a gravestone that wasn't surround by other decaying stone.
"There isn't any tomb around it…" I pointed out, "And I thought this was more of a historical cemetery."
"It is. But my family has lived in Scotland for thousands of years. We own the patch of land. That is were we bury our family… well until we use up the land." She shrugged, "The last one to be buried was my father."
"Oh! I'm sorry…I didn't know." I stuttered, "How did he die…if you don't mind me asking?"
"It's okay. Most people don't know. Police said it was suicide…but I don't believe it." Canada looked away, holding back the tears.
"I am very sorry…" I sighed as a defining silence surrounded us. The only noise that was created was the wind whistling through the old branches of the trees.
She smiled and shrugged, "It's okay, it's easier on other days."
We stood there for a moment in an awkward silence before she asked why I was there.
"Oh!" I gasped, "We tried to call you but you didn't answer! My brother is missing!"
Canada looked at me, "Toby?" She said confused
"Tony." I declared as she took a minute to crack her brain.
She looked at me blankly for a moment before something sparked in her eye, "Oh!" She gasped and stood up straighter. "How do you know he is missing?"
I sighed, "Well, at first, we thought he got lost…until I was given this note…" I pulled out the note from my jean pants.
"Can I see it?" Canada said peculiarly, reaching for the paper. "Yeah!" I mumbled and handed her the note. She read it for a minute before looking at me again, "You are going alone?" She asked.
"Yup." I stated.
"I'm coming with you. You can't go alone!"
I stared at her for a minute. I didn't trust her, but she's never done anything against me. Was I being judgmental? Possibly.
I sighed before agreeing to let her come along.
We walked in silence through the spooky graveyard and all the way to the coastline. By the time we had reached a cliff the over looked the coast, it was pouring down rain. "Do you want to go back?" She called and I shook my head as we headed down to the sandy area.
"Where would they put him?" I wondered out loud before turning around to look at Canada. From what it looked like, Canada was making random jesters and talking to herself.
"Canada?" I called out, "Are you okay?" She suddenly straightened up and looked to me.
"Yeah! I was just thinking out loud!" Canada laughed and began to look around, "I think he would be in a cave."
"That's logical." I snapped, "But I see no caves."
"You don't know?" Canada looked at me, startled.
"Know what?" I inquired, debating on telling her just to go home and let me find Tony.
"The Banshee Cavern." She stated.
"The Banshee Cavern?" I growled as the wind and rain picked up causing my hair to whip around, "What is that?" I was loosing my patience.
"It's a folk lore around here, but most of us believe it." She started to walk pass me, "The folk lore goes something like this: One day, a beautiful women was walking along this very coast… She was related to one of the Lords that lived in the area and everyone respected her and adored her. She would walk this coast daily. One day, after a nasty storm, she wondered into a cavern. No one ever when into that cavern because it was said to be dangerous. The beautiful woman was curious because she thought she saw someone in there. She mounted her horse and headed up to the cavern that was only a few feet above from the water. "
Canada looked at me, "The cavern now is apart of the water. It's from the breaking of the rocks, you see? Over the years of being beat by the ocean."
"Well, anyway, the beautiful women dismounted her horse and walked in to see what she expected to see: a man. He was unconscious and it didn't look like he was breathing."
Canada stopped abruptly, "This is it, by the way." We were at an opening in a cave that stretched up at least 20 feet. There was a small, decaying pathway that was being lapped over by the waves that were rushing in and out of the cavern.
Canada went to continue, "The beautiful women—"
"Shh! Tony could be in here!" I cut her off and made my way inside. Canada made a disconcerting grunt and followed after me.
The cold water lapped at my feet as we crossed the pathway until it completely disappeared under a pool of water.
"Are you sure you want to keep going in?" Canada grabbed my arm, her voice shaking as we waded deeper into the already knee-high water.
"I have to find Tony." I said with determination as I stepped father into the cold damp cave.
I heard her grumble and grip my arm tighter, "Look!" I pointed out a narrow opening a few feet away from us.
Quickly I climbed to look into the opening, "It keeps going. He could be in there!" I reached in to pull myself over into the mouth of the opening. The inside was tight and cramped; I would have to crawl to get in. The sharp rocks that circled the tunnel would prove to be a channel. There enough space to walk, if you were a small child, but not if you were a fully-grown teenager or an adult.
"Are you sure you want to go in there?" Canada whined.
I exhaled and began to crawl. "I guess that is a yes." She grumbled and followed me in.
"I wouldn't trust her."
I stopped and felt the hair on my neck stand up, recognizing the voice that was whispering in my head. The voice of Elizabeth McAshton.
"Ow!" I screamed as Canada ran into me.
"SORRY!" She hollered back, "You stopped out of no where."
"Don't trust her."
"Uh…" I stuttered, "Sorry." I began to crawl again, ignoring the jabs of pain in my hands in knees.
"Kick her…Knock her out…She isn't here to help you."
"How do you know…" I whispered to myself in my head
"I helped you before didn't I? You want to save your brother, don't you?"
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