Robbie and I arrived in front of the motel.
Jenny was there with Zeke and Ilene.
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"What is going on sis? Jenny is rambling on about the village being destroyed and demons in Twillingate."
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I looked around. There were a few people walking toward us. I recognized one as the General Store owner, who called himself John Maynard.
I waved my hands and once again protected us with the Shroud.
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"Oh shit."
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I never turned to Zeke. I could feel it too.
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More people were collecting around us.
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Jenny pulled my arm.
"Behind us, Whisper."
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I didn't need to look. I could see through Jenny's eyes. We were surrounded.
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"Who are you?" John Maynard III demanded.
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"We told you." I tried to remain calm, but I could feel the tension in the others.
"We are just some kids revisiting an old familiar place."
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John Maynard III was now just a few feet in front of us.
"I don't think so."
He walked around our group, talking as he did so.
"See, a long time ago there were two families that lived here and they had some very special children. These very special children destroyed someone dear to me."
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"I have no idea what you are talking about," I said calmly.
"There is nothing special about us."
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"Really?"
He bent down and picked up a large rock and threw it at me. I never flinched and the rock bounced off the shroud and hit a man standing near us. He fell to the ground bleeding; green.
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"Oops."
John Maynard III continued to walk around us.
"See, I think you are those children, plus a couple more."
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"What do you want?"
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"Want?"
He started laughing and as he did so, he began to change.
"Want? My dear Whisper."
He paused and pointed at me.
"I assume you are Whisper?"
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There was no use lying anymore.
"What of it?"
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He laughed again.
"Now where was I? Oh yes."
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Path
FantasíaWhisper and her siblings have the same dream, convincing them that something evil is happening back at Maynard's Rock. Now in her mid twenties, Whisper has to convince Queen Relina to allow her to reopen the Path that she and Robbie had closed years...
