against the beautiful scenery, maybe an old fisherman used to live there.
“Here is where he was found, Gabe a bud of mine found him, was an awful sight it was…”
“Here’s the mark Elle,” Alex interrupted jumping across the river and running towards the shack. Following her I jumped over the river followed by Gair who took a step to the other side.
Looking down at the scorched symbol, I couldn’t help but feel remorse for the person that died here. The symbol was circler with four lines cutting through the circle, creating eight arrow heads pointing out around the edge. It looked strangely like the steering wheel on a pirate ship.
“I’ve seen this before,” Alex announced tracing the burnt grass with her hand. “When Katelyn was teaching us about demonic traits and symbols. Chaos that’s what Leo said wasn’t it?” She asked searching the grass area around the old shack.
“Yes but it hasn’t been used for years,” I answered.
“Who says this is new?” She asked confusing me, what does she expect of course it’s new, surely other people would have noticed it before. The shack was right next to it, and it wasn’t something that could be missed.
“Look something was on top of this, it looks like a barrel of some sort. That’s what was burned, so there is the sense that the symbol had been remade, but it hadn’t,” She continued.
“So this was a set up? But how? Why?”
“I don’t know, Gair who does this shack belong to?” She asked looking through the windows. The shack was falling down, and the windows were in an inch of their life, a flick of a stone could probably make them crack. Walking up to the broken down porch, every step I took the wood beneath my feet creaked. Pushing the door with no effort it fell to the floor. Well this place really is falling apart because I know I’m not that strong.
“It been abandoned for years. I don’t remember anyone being here at all. I don’t even know why Mr. Ryany was down here, ain't a place for any officials.”He bellowed making the shack shake and a bucket fall off a shelf.
Looking around everything was run down and broken, nobody had been here in years Gair was right. But if no one had been here then why was Ryany here, unless he liked the smell of rotting wood and damp then I’m guessing this place wouldn’t appeal to him. The remains of a piece of paper blew rapidly in the breeze coming from the cracked window frame. Giving the window a nudge with my elbow, I picked out the paper.
Brothers of the dark
Magic forces far and wide,
Reaching out through space and light,
Come to me I summon thee
Settle here on this darkened night
A summoning spell, I guess that explains the symbol outside, Leo said that it was used to show other demons where a ritual was being held. Maybe the deaths are nothing to do with the symbols, but if that’s the case why are they all killed near one of them. This doesn’t make sense at all but maybe it wasn’t meant to. Shaking my head in confusion a scratch on the floor caught my eye.
“Is that a…”
“Altar?” Alex asked from behind me, One of Gair’s eyes poked through one of the windows. Kneeling down, I scratched at the dried on wax that was surrounding a gap in the floorboard. Brushing off dried up leaves and picking up the box beside the burnt out candles, the air began to cool, sending shivers down my spine. The box opened by its self and threw back its lid, revealing a burnt out crystal. It sent a ray of colours across the wooden ceiling.
“This is a Water stone, see the three squiggles on the back of it, but why is it burnt?” I questioned twiddling the pale blue stone in my hand.
“What’s that?” Alex asked picking up the box. Tipping it up the wooden panel that had seemed to be the bottom, fell to the floor, followed by a stone box. Making a crash onto the floor the box opened and the stone leaped from my hand and jumped into the opened stone box. A blast of light
“Here is where he was found, Gabe a bud of mine found him, was an awful sight it was…”
“Here’s the mark Elle,” Alex interrupted jumping across the river and running towards the shack. Following her I jumped over the river followed by Gair who took a step to the other side.
Looking down at the scorched symbol, I couldn’t help but feel remorse for the person that died here. The symbol was circler with four lines cutting through the circle, creating eight arrow heads pointing out around the edge. It looked strangely like the steering wheel on a pirate ship.
“I’ve seen this before,” Alex announced tracing the burnt grass with her hand. “When Katelyn was teaching us about demonic traits and symbols. Chaos that’s what Leo said wasn’t it?” She asked searching the grass area around the old shack.
“Yes but it hasn’t been used for years,” I answered.
“Who says this is new?” She asked confusing me, what does she expect of course it’s new, surely other people would have noticed it before. The shack was right next to it, and it wasn’t something that could be missed.
“Look something was on top of this, it looks like a barrel of some sort. That’s what was burned, so there is the sense that the symbol had been remade, but it hadn’t,” She continued.
“So this was a set up? But how? Why?”
“I don’t know, Gair who does this shack belong to?” She asked looking through the windows. The shack was falling down, and the windows were in an inch of their life, a flick of a stone could probably make them crack. Walking up to the broken down porch, every step I took the wood beneath my feet creaked. Pushing the door with no effort it fell to the floor. Well this place really is falling apart because I know I’m not that strong.
“It been abandoned for years. I don’t remember anyone being here at all. I don’t even know why Mr. Ryany was down here, ain't a place for any officials.”He bellowed making the shack shake and a bucket fall off a shelf.
Looking around everything was run down and broken, nobody had been here in years Gair was right. But if no one had been here then why was Ryany here, unless he liked the smell of rotting wood and damp then I’m guessing this place wouldn’t appeal to him. The remains of a piece of paper blew rapidly in the breeze coming from the cracked window frame. Giving the window a nudge with my elbow, I picked out the paper.
Brothers of the dark
Magic forces far and wide,
Reaching out through space and light,
Come to me I summon thee
Settle here on this darkened night
A summoning spell, I guess that explains the symbol outside, Leo said that it was used to show other demons where a ritual was being held. Maybe the deaths are nothing to do with the symbols, but if that’s the case why are they all killed near one of them. This doesn’t make sense at all but maybe it wasn’t meant to. Shaking my head in confusion a scratch on the floor caught my eye.
“Is that a…”
“Altar?” Alex asked from behind me, One of Gair’s eyes poked through one of the windows. Kneeling down, I scratched at the dried on wax that was surrounding a gap in the floorboard. Brushing off dried up leaves and picking up the box beside the burnt out candles, the air began to cool, sending shivers down my spine. The box opened by its self and threw back its lid, revealing a burnt out crystal. It sent a ray of colours across the wooden ceiling.
“This is a Water stone, see the three squiggles on the back of it, but why is it burnt?” I questioned twiddling the pale blue stone in my hand.
“What’s that?” Alex asked picking up the box. Tipping it up the wooden panel that had seemed to be the bottom, fell to the floor, followed by a stone box. Making a crash onto the floor the box opened and the stone leaped from my hand and jumped into the opened stone box. A blast of light
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