Note : About time I updated this fic, right?

Sorry for the wait ^^"

Questions

Clover and Beatrice accompanied the girl with the bonnet until the latter's home was visible in the distance then parted ways, the former two not wanting to bother the other inhabitant of the house.

"I'm back, Auntie!" Lorna called as she opened the door.

"Welcome back, my sweet child" Auntie Whispers replied, putting down the book she was reading, standing up and stepping away from the table and towards the teenager. "Have you found anything else this time?"

"Remember those two girls at your sister's house? I met them again today. I wanted to dig where the turtles were but they told me not to. They said the Beast was buried there."

"Of course…"

"But then…" Lorna said, "why are the turtles attracted to it? And why was there two gathering of them? And what happened? How could the Beast be defeated? And if this is all linked to his defeat, how come the turtles reappeared for a few months then disappeared again? For every piece of answer I get, so many new questions pop up!"

"Where do these girls live?" the witch asked. "I must speak with them."

"I don't know where Beatrice lives, but I know the way to Clover's", the teenager stated.

"Very well", her aunt answered. "We shall go there tomorrow : it is getting late."

Lorna nodded, then remembered she was still standing in the doorway and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Without even being asked to, she went to check their food supply and started gathering ingredients for dinner.

Even though she remained silent all the while, she was asking herself more and more questions. What was happening to the Unknown? And why couldn't she shake off the feeling Auntie Whispers also knew more than she was willing to tell?

Maybe Lorna wasn't the only one with a dark secret, after all…

The fresh morning air nipped at Lorna's and Auntie Whisper's faces as they walked to their destination. On their way, they found the place where the Beast was reportedly buried, still covered in black turtles. They were barely moving now.

"That's only half of him, isn't it?" the old woman asked.

"I beg your pardon?" the teenager replied.

"You did say there were two gatherings of black turtles, didn't you Lorna?"

"So someone cut him in half and buried him here?"

"No. The Beast has always been cut in half."

"What do you mean, Auntie?"

The witch did not reply and resumed her walking instead ; her adopted niece could only follow.

As they approached Clover's house, they found both her and her father chopping trees together. Beatrice was nowhere in sight.

When the Woodsman's daughter saw the two visitors arrive, she briefly apologised to her father before leaving him and walking towards Lorna and Auntie Whispers to greet them.

"It's nice of you to visit" Clover said afterwards. "What's the occasion?"

"What happened to the Beast?" Lorna immediately asked, so eager to finally get an actual answer she momentarily forgot all patience.

Her aunt glanced at her but didn't comment.

The Woodsman's daughter hesitated, her eyes going back and forth between her father and the visitors, before she finally whispered yet another question the other teenager absolutely did not see coming :

"Which one?"