As I crept closer to the door, my pockets are stuck become heavy like something was placed into it. I reached into my pocket and I feel a piece of paper and a small cold piece of what felt like metal. I'll pull it out and it is exactly like the last one but instead it's pink.
Which read:
Dear Louie-Ann,
I almost forgot tell you about your familiar they are kind of like a pet, but more of an companion that is an animal. Some of them are aging and some more common maybe even just a cat or dog. You must find yours even though you aren't together you must try to find them because you're still connected. There are the other half of your power songs you really must find them. They can hear your thoughts and they can talk to you as well but only to you and sometimes certain people that you let be able to speak to them. They also speak any language that has ever been spoken or written. There are more on them and the different types of them in the book I provided it.
From your pal,
Kole Marcy
Another letter from this Kole Marcy guy. Wow! I should be a little freaked out that he knows where I live and that the note magically appeared in my pocket ,but to be honest I don't find a wierd at all which is even stranger to me. But when the note landed in my pocket the knocking had stopped; so I slowly crept up to the door the knife still in hand the other I place on the doorknob. I didn't have a peephole, so I just turn the door knob ever so gently and slowly, and there lies on the ground an orange oval shaped box with a simple lime green bow
YOU ARE READING
Louie-Ann
FantasyLouie-Ann is very nature's centered person she'd rather live in the woods which she does. One day she gets a package from a random person and her life unfolds
