chapter 57

Marabella I am in the same room, yet everything looks bigger. Maybe it is because he is a child in the vision, but I can even hear and feel Kyan like I am a host in his body, his toy car scooting across the floor inside the open door. “We shouldn’t go in. The old hag doesn’t want us in here,” I hear Kaif tell him, but he wants his car and the door is open. “Kyan, wait for your father,” Kaif says, but Kyan ignores him. His toy is right there, he thought as he quickly rushed in. He picks up the little blue hot-wheels car when something catches his eye. It glints at him as the sun shines in the window, the stone reflecting oddly, and Kyan moves toward, ignoring Kaif like he is in a trance. He climbs the three little steps and moves toward the table. It is a strange mini sword, yet it has a stone in the handle, which must have been why I saw it had a hole. Kyan picks it up when a voice sounds behind him. “What are you doing brat?” The voice is bitter and startles Kyan and he drops the knif