Chapter 17: ElodieMature

Being told that you are the key to saving this world is not a good way to get a girls attention. I could have fainted, but then I’d probably die because I’d hit my head on the ground.

“You wouldn’t die if you hit your head. Sure it would hurt, but it’s only the Fire Knives that can kill us.”

“I forgot. I’m not a normal human anymore.” I muttered sarcastically. “Where are we going anyway?”

Stone pointed to a house on the corner of two streets.

“This is where our father lives. He moved here to be close to you.” Stone sounded jealous. He crossed my arms.

“Is he here now?” I asked. Stone shook his head. He even looked jealous. I looked back at the direction of my house although I couldn’t see it. “I’m going to miss them so much.”

Stone shrugged.

“After about 100 years, they’ll all be dead and you won’t have any reason to miss any of them.” He said casually. “Now come on, we need to get you inside so I can explain some more to you. Caspar was supposed to explain it all…. But when you finally see your baby girl all grown up, I guess it’s all too emotional…. You have to understand, most of the Reserved, the Jumper who has their appointment with them are usually very distantly related. You’re the only Jumper, through thousands of years who’s been a direct descendant of a Reserved. It’s a big deal.”

“Weren’t you the first? I mean, being my brother and all.” I said. Stone shook his head. Mentally, I added another dot point to my list of things that needed to be explained to me.

“That’s a story for another time, anyway, he finally gets to see both his kids and he’s happy but it has been so long that he has his own form of heart break because he’s so happy. It’s hard to explain.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Everything is hard to explain these days.”

Stone had nothing to say. He had no reply. Because he knew that I was completely right.

 

The inside of the house was white and it was so bright that I had to shield my eyes. I managed to follow Stone through the bright hallway and past the few furnished rooms. The only reason I could see Stone was because of his dark coat. It was like looking at a light bulb for a long time, or going outside after being in a dark room for a while. Blinding and completely equipped for ruining my eyes. I blinked, waiting for my eyes to adjust, but they didn’t.

“Here,” Stone let me go ahead of him. I covered my eyes and pushed past him through the blinding thick, white curtains.

Now it was dark. The walls painted black and covered with weapons of all different shapes and sizes. There was a chained off section with rows of wooden boxes with cult symbols painted on them in black. They ranged in size from tiny and quite small, to medium and large. Stone walked past me towards the back of the room. I looked up from the boxes towards the 10 slots in the wall. Five of the slots were filled with Fire Knives; right up to the handles.

“Uh, Stone-

“Sshh,” He held up a hand to silence me. I did, but only because I was actually interested in what he had to say. “Hand me the knife please.”

Now he had the knife, he pushed it gently into an open slot. It lit up; much like it did when it was inside someone; destroying them, killing them.

“There we go.” He said. I was disappointed. That was it? That was all? I did not want to leave this awesome room where I could actually see without finding out some stuff.

“What are the boxes in the chained off section?” I asked. Stone smiled ecstatically. Maybe that meant that he knew so much about them and was happy that I asked, or maybe that meant that he was just a happy person. How would I know? How could I know? I had no idea.

“Those boxes are curse boxes. They each hold a cursed item. We are protected from the item by the symbols covering the boxes. I collected about just over half of them. They’re very dangerous and that’s why we keep them locked up and chained off. I should take you on a hunt one day. You can see what happens when people own these cursed items! The big one there-” He pointed to the largest one, “-took off entire families hands.”

Great, I thought. I made a note never to get in contact with one of the items in the boxes.

“So, now we have that covered, what are we going to do now?” I asked.

“Whatever you want,” 

The End

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