Variations

Frenemy - 4

I entered my room from my open window. Tired and honestly ready to go to bed. However I need to tell my parents what was happening. I sigh as I removed my jacket and flipped on the lights. The first thing I saw was Lydia sitting on my bed.

"Lydia!" I exclaimed startled. I had to do a double look to make sure she was actually sitting there and she was not a figment of my imagination. "You scared the hell out of me."

"I've been sitting here for an hour waiting for you." 

I pursed my lips, looking from her to my door. "How did you even get in here?"

"Your parents let me in." She paused and pointed to my window. "Why did you come through the window?"

"Uh-" I didn't know what to say at the question as I closed the said window. "It's fun." Let's hope she believes that.

I then go to my bed room door that was wide open. "Thanks for the heads up mom and dad." I whispered as I shut it.

"I would have gone to Allison but she's busy sneaking around with Scott and besides, you seem like a good listener."

I smile taking the compliment. "Thanks but could you give me 5 minutes?" I asked of her. "It's just I really need to translate 900 pages of Archaic Latin and I have zero idea what it means because apparently no one reads it."

I huffed as I opened my laptop and sat at my desk.

Lydia stood up. "I know Archaic Latin."

I spun around in my spinning chair and cocked an eyebrow at her. "You know Archaic Latin?"

She shrugged. "I got bored with classical Latin." I looked at her impressed. "Just how smart are you?"

She rolled her eyes playfully and extended a hand. "Just show me the pages."

I let Lydia take my chair and I pulled up the copy of the bestiary that Allison had made for me and Lydia began to translate. The last thing she translated shocked me. 

I point at the word over her shoulder. "Are you sure? Ms. Morrell said that word means 'friend.' 'The Kanima seeks a friend.'"

Lydia shook her head. "She was wrong-- it means "master." She moved from my chair and headed back to sit on my bed.

"The Kanima seeks a master..." I repeated as I sank back in the chair. "Why?" Lydia asked. "Is that important?"

I nod and whisper. "Yeah. Someone's not protecting him-- someone's controlling him."

I knew it.