Chapter 98 - Ninety -Eight : Her Father
Though her family let her off the hook , they kept drilling her with questions as she expected, most especially Trevor - Lia wondered if his concealed mories had returned by chance cause his questions were sowhat disturbing and suspicious.
But at last she surmised that the recent events happening in little Town might have have spooked and made him feel that way, after all Trevor has always had negative view of the town from the very start.
"How are you feeling , mom? " Lia asked , still concerned over her health .
She wondered if there was any side effects from the spell they casted on her. From the movies she watched, most spells always carries repercussions, she couldn't tell if it was the sa with them after all that one was a work of fiction while these is reality.
But it was quite funny, few weeks ago if soone told her that supernatural creatures indeed exists, she would have thought that person as crazy but now, not only has she beheld it with her own eyes, she was one of them too.
It sotis just feel surreal and unbelievable.
"Seriously, you have asked that question for the umpteenth ti now " Jenny complained " I'm totally fine, dear. I just mistakenly fell asleep in the basent while going through your father's stuff packed down there, nothing else "
"Yeah, you fell asleep and soone else took your identity and place because you were too careless , you kunklehead ! " Lia sassed, of course in her head.
"Dad has stuffs packed in the basent?" Trevor asked, a flash of surprise and excitent on his face.
"You haven't seen it? " Lia queried interestedly "I once picked up a mini torch that..... "
'saved from being a wolf's al '
Lia almost blurted out had she not stopped in ti. She wiped invisible beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of the head. Phew! that was close.
"That what? " Trevor prodded when she stopped. He had been listening with keen interest, wondering what treasure his sister might have stumbled upon in the basent.
But why did she stop and why was her face so flushed ? Did she do sothing bad in the basent?
No matter what, he couldn't co up with a reasonable excuse why she was red in the face . Perhaps if his dear sister had a boyfriend, there would have been a lot of possibilities.
" That looked really cool " Lia lied through her teeth - Well, not exactly lie through her teeth - she had loved the led pocket torch due to the intricate logo crafted on its side.
But thinking about it now, her eyes narrowed down suspiciously. Perhaps in the past she wouldn't have given it much thought but now, anything that stood out or was too inconspicuous in little Town was absolutely worth investigating .
She had always wondered why she was dragged into this ss in the first place and had a feeling her late dad might know one or two things about what's happening : why everyone is targeting her?
And after getting her hands on that led torch , her suspicion was solidified. Though most people in little Town claim not to know much about her dad, she had a feeling her dad must have been working with the council or so? she couldn't exactly tell.
Perhaps, the reason he had sent them here was for her to uncover these mysteries and fulfill her destiny - What nonsense.
Though the mory was quite blurry but she could still rember it was a humanoid creature or so carrying a quiver of arrows. Maybe she could make a sketchy design and send it to Asher and perhaps he might know one or two things about it. Hopefully.
" So where is it? " Rex chid in looking as much interested as Trevor is.
"Where is what ? " Lia asked confused on what Rex's requesting for.
" The mini led torch , ring a bell? " Trevor inputted this ti.
" Oh that " She scratched her head awkwardly "I lost it "
"Ugh !" Trevor and Rex both sighed a disapproval while shaking their head.
"Don't kill yourself kids, there's nothing of worth in there just so junks and stupid diaries "
Diaries ! Lia's eyes widened at once.
She had seen those when she had first ransacked the place but didn't give it much thought but now, any little inconspicuous thing can help.
Her eyes t with Trevor's
" Are you thinking what I'm thinking? " Trevor asked, their eyes locked.
" Of course " ' and more than ' she mused.
Suddenly, as if on cue, they both jumped out of their seat and raced each other to the basent with Rex trailing behind.
"Wait for ! " Rex shouted trying his best to keep up with his siblings who were obsessed on getting there first.
As expected, Lia arrived before anybody else and made a reach for the extra large moving box where her father's stuffs were all packed.
It was almost as if the universal was on her side on her side cause the two thick covered diaries were right on top and she grabbed it just as Trevor and Rex arrived and the real scuffle began.
" That's mine "
" No that's mine "
" I saw it first "
" I grabbed it first "
Trevor and Rex's argunt reverberated through the almost empty basent but Lia was busy flipping through the pages of the diary.
She scrunched up her face in concentration while going through the contents of the book.
It was written in a strange language that used English characters , thankfully , and not so scribbles. But she was sure the writing was her father's. Though Deciphering and translating it would be difficult but not entirely impossible thanks to Google translate
She could've asked Asher for help since she was sure he would know a gazillion of languages having lived for so long but she had to do this on her own, it was personal.
"Whoah ! " Trevor exclaid " Take a good look at this " and brought out a crossbow that weighed a ton, requiring two hands just to hold it while grunting with the effort .
"Mom was absolutely right when she called it junks " Lia said, but inwardly her heart was in a turmoil.
Why did her father own a crossbow and what did he do with it?
" God " Trevor moaned and dropped the crossbow on the floor, heaving in the process.
"And this" Trevor said carefully untangling a pendent that had wrapped itself with the other junks in the box.
She gasped when she saw that the pendent was exquisitely designed in the form of a human carrying a quiver of arrows at its side.
No way.
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