They stood there in shocked surprise, watching the crumpled form of a large man beneath a tear made of energy floating above him.
Gemma snatched the mirror from the tiny alcove and pushed it into her bag with the book.
“Okay, I’m now convinced there’s magic. Now, what do we do?” The tear faded slowly away as the light fled the scene. Only the man lying unconscious lay left behind on the ground. “What do we do with him? We can’t leave him here.” Becky pondered the latest problem while assessing the man’s prone body and gear.
“We can’t stay here, and we can’t leave him here alone. What if those things mess wi
“I am sure you have several questions. But would you introduce me to your friend, please?” Larin waved his hand at the blonde woman to his left. He struggled not to snicker at her bug-eyed expression. She just appeared too comical. “Oh, uh, this is Rebecca Davis. We call her Becky for short. Becky, this is Larin, the guy from the mirror. I’m sorry I don’t remember you telling me your last name or, for that matter, who you are in all of this, really.” “Yeah, I think you’ve told me that already. Yeah, what is your involvement in all this, and you better blurt it because her brother is arriving soon.” Becky squinted at him suspiciously.&
Gemma woke up out of a dead sleep to the old doorbell insistently ringing. A quick check of her bedside clock gave her the answer she needed. It was Evan, but why was he ringing the bell, like that? Then memory rushed back to her, and the words Fear Mongers flashed in neon warning lights in her mind. She was out of bed even as she heard another door loudly open. Ignoring her robe and slippers, Gemma hurried after Larin. When Evan encountered a stranger in the house. What would he do? The doorbell was still peeling as she came down the stairs wide-eyed. She found Larin hauling his sword from the closet. Brandishing it properly before blocking her path to the door. He looked back at her and said. “Stay back. He might have brought something with him unknowingly. I’m opening the door. So, give us some room.”&n
“Would you like to see exactly what a Fear Monger looks like up close and personal? I believe that would make everything clear.” “What about the book? I can translate it at night, but can Evan read it? I mean, we have moonlight here. None in the butler’s pantry.” “The journal I forgot about that. I can’t remember what they wrote in it, in the first place. It may help us find more information on what we have to do to return the portal to its correct state.” Larin slapped the table while saying this. He’d forgotten about the journal from some long-forgotten ancestor of his. He’s been told that this ancestor was infatuated with one guardian, but because of circumstances, they found themselves trapped on opposite ends of the portal. Someone created mirr
“What are you guys talking about? You look really serious. Did something happen while we’re out of the room?” Becky dropped a slew of paper and pens on the table, while Gemma carefully placed, I’m nearer and a book on the table. “We’ve just been talking. Nothing’s happened, everything’s good. So what do you have here?” Larin asked as he looked over a pen. Evan, however, went straight for the journal and picked it up. He began flipping through the pages of the book. “Alright, let’s ignore the weirdness factor in everything and bypass the experiments you planned. Let’s forget about the demonstration to prove to me and go straight into reading it. I feel that time is of the essence here
The morning started early, with Larin banging on doors to wake everyone. “It’s barely sunrise.” “The Fear Mongers will have retreated to the darkest and quietest corners of the estate. Now is the time to use the wards to lock them in. The sooner we find the grimoire, the faster we can set everything to rights. Now go get into something you won’t mind soiling, and we’ll have breakfast before we start.” Larin gave her a chipper grin to encourage her to go along with his plans. “Fine, but we’ll need to figure out all the places. I need caffeine to jump-start my brain. All I can think of is the attic, basement, and other outbuildings. Why would they protect this building and not the main house? Oh, loo
The group decided they’d head into a more overgrown area of the garden. Becky feared if Larin turned into a bear near the servants’ cottage, their luck would have a delivery driver or police officer show up just in time to see a bear wandering around. “Do you believe this is a safe spot?” Larin suspected Becky suffered from nerves, but if Gemma insisted on humoring her, then he would too. “I believe so. Does it hurt?” Becky blurted out in her intrigue over this revelation. “It’s like the pain of moving from one position to another after a long time. Your body remembers it, but there’s still an ache.” Larin’s ey
Larin hated this. He should have made her go with Becky, and Evan should be here. His instinct wanted to protect her. Even in daylight, Fear Mongers could influence people with attacks on the mind. They entered the main hour from the front doors. With the main doors left open, Gemma followed Larin up the main stairs. “There are two sets of stairs leading from this floor down. The main stairs and the servants’ stairs. The attic stair is to the left at the far end. The servants’ stairs are to the right again at the far end. The servants’ stairs lead to the butler’s pantry and the stairs to the basement are there.” “We’ll start by sealing the widow’s walk first, then the attic. We will keep the lights
Evan and Becky arrived at the library with time to wait before it opened. They found a coffee shop and sat down with drinks to wait. “What do you think we’ll find in this research trip?” “I’ve been thinking about that and the main flags I’m looking for are patterns in the deaths, methods, times, and any evidence of the occult. If it’s found only within a certain time period then I’ll assume it’s mass hysteria and not real. If it does appear through the whole time, we will need that missing book desperately. The other thing we’re looking for is any reference to the missing book and where it might be hidden. I’m also far too nosy to ignore the fact that there’s at least one juicy story. The records from Mr. Winters are very extensive but lack the details about the people. I don’t see a reason for the reason the Butlers f