A/N: Hi everyone. I posted another early chapter since I won’t be online next week. This one here’s a bit more about what Louis has been up to leading to where chapter 25 (thanks for the likes by the way) left off. All chapters are self-edited, so I apologize for the technical errors you may find. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂
Louis shoved strands of brown hair in his pocket. All he had to do now was have it tested. The results would force his father to admit the truth. His hand traveled to the photo he kept in his other pocket. His eyes widened as he realized it was gone. Louis cursed at his carelessness while he wracked his brains of where he might have dropped it. Then, he remembered taking it out before Fred’s dark side reared its head. The item should be in the kitchen.
An hour later, Louis returned to Cheska’s bedroom. He ran a hand through his hair, berating himself again for negligence. This would be the last room he hadn’t searched yet. If it wasn’t here, he would have to accept that the picture was lost forever. Louis looked underneath the bed and found nothing, except for a discarded necklace with a slim silver whistle. A sense of familiarity had him reaching for it. He sat upright and pulled out its twin version from around his neck. Side by side, Louis noticed the differences: Cheska’s, a plain silver; while his, engraved with strange curlicues – symbols native to the Mysts. He squinted, trying to make out the writing when he suddenly felt lightheaded. (more…)