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Odette Alarie live in Europe all her life until one summer when her cousin and uncle came to visit. When they left to go home, she came along with them. She knew the history of the town, but she wasn't prepared for how bad it actually...
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Chapter Fifty-Eight ⚡Relics⚡
"It's a relic." Lydia said as she held out Jake Sullivan's ID to Scott and Malia in the hallway, "What's a relic?" Malia asked confused. "An object with a fix association to the past. Jake's ID was left behind after he was taken and Gwen found her sister's bracelet in her bathroom." Lydia explained but Malia still looked confused.
"How can someone be erased and still leave something behind?" Malia asked and Lydia sighed slightly, "Conservation of mass. The total of mass of any isolated system remains constant." She explained and realization crossed over Scott's features.
"So the Ghost Riders have a weakness." He said and Malia nodded slightly, "A relic would be the prove that Stiles and Odie existed." She said and Scott smiled, looking hopeful.
"And we could bring them back."
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"You want to look through my house?" Charles asked as Lydia stood in front of his desk and nodded, "Yours and the Sheriff's. People are leaving things behind. So if Odie and Stiles left anything..." She trailed off and he furrowed his brows slightly.
"Why it would be there?" He asked and she sighed softly, "You can't just erase people. They leave things behind." She said and he nodded slightly. "You know, I was up late last night grading papers and making future assignments. I wanted to put them in my car but I needed help so I went to call Grant but I didn't. I said another name..." He trailed off and she nodded.
"Odie."
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After talking to the Sheriff, Lydia stood around in Charles' and Grant's house, looking around at all the pictures. "Want anything to drink while you look?" Grant asked making Lydia look over at him with an awkward smile. "No, I'm good. But thank you though." She said and he nodded, "Alright, tell me if you need anything." He said and she nodded.
He went to turn around to walk away but stopped and turned back to her, "Oh and, don't go into any of the bedrooms. They're the ones with closed doors." He said and she nodded. He smiled and walked away making her start to look at everything again.
She slowly started to walk down a hall before subconsciously stopping at a dark grey door. She glanced around the hall to see all the other doors were unpainted wood doors except for this one. She slowly pressed her hand against the door, "You feel it don't you?" A british male voice said making her jump and turn to see a sixteen year old boy standing next to her.
"What?" She asked and he smiled softly, "Follow your gut feeling. You have for a reason." He said and Lydia turned back to the door for a moment before turning to him again only to see he was gone. She sighed softly before turning back to the door, she slowly wrapped her hand around the door knob and was about to open the door.
