~Genre: Fiction, fantasy~
To say I was shaking in my boots yet jumping down in excitement would be an understatement. I could barely utter the sentences to ther other’s so I had to text them. There was only one bad part to this, we couldn’t meet until tomorrow, because of our parents. But on the plus side, school was cancelled because they were repairing it after the ‘weird storm’ had messed it up. Oops. Not sorry though.
“Woah, that is…very better than what I found.” Mikey mutters.
“And look!” Terry shows her wrist, which has a tattoo of a golden open gate.
“This is bad…really bad!” Iris said. “And the part of the people doing anything to get their hands on it, I bet a ton of people are on their way right now!”
“Calm down! I’m sure…” But Darren doesn’t know what to say.
Abe puts his hand on her shoulder soothingly. “We’ll find a way.”
Mikey nods. “Besides, who’ll know it’s us?”
“If they see this!” Terry shows her tattoo of the golden gate. “They’ll know!”
“Okay! Everyone calm down!” Brooklyn yells, shocking us into silence because of it. “This is certainly not a perfect time to freak out. Look, we were the ones that went to the пляж, пляжный that day, somehow we were the ones who crerated that storm with it, and we were the ones that took the book the us. We were also the ones that studied it and read words from it and did spells. We got ourselves into this mess the moment those words were off our lips. So we should take this responsibility maturely.”
I nod. “She’s right, we just need to be…calm. And figure out a way to…I don’t know, keep safe?”
“Yeah, and that includes staying away from that book.” Terry says.
Zaria shakes her head. “You read that paragraph, it says that the…ancient race’s essence would be stored in you…and I think we can just think of something and it happens, I don’t know.”
Terry trembles. “Then were in real trouble.”
“But if we have such great power from that book, then can’t we defend ourselves from these bad guys?” Iris asks.
“Yeah,” Mikey pipes up. “And if we were the ones who accidentily brought that creautre and possibly many more, can’t we take them back?”
“I guess so,” Terry whispered.
“So basically…your saying that because we…opened the gates to everything impossible, were going to have to bring it back.”
“Makes the most sense, I mean. What else can we do?”
“What makes Ты think there’s еще out there?” Stilere asked.
“I can feel it?” I say. “I bet we all, all because of the book.”
“The book that promised death,” Terry whispers.
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