Chapter 1
I do not own anything... Yep, sad but true.
"Mice are nasty little things..." The priest mumbled as he slowly climbed the stair to the attic, trying to keep his mind off of his knees that were creaking more than the old wooden steps.
Lately he would hear bumps and thumps that came from over his head in the attic. After hearing it for the third or fourth time he finally came to terms that it was not a simple wind. His attic had mice that was all there was to it. Plain and simple. While he wasn't the biggest fan of climbing creaky stairs, he refused to let the old books and articles fend for themselves when there were mice running amok up there with them. Plus, it was impossible to replace any damaged books.
Coming to the last step he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Neither locked nor closed. Which was exactly how he left it the last time he was up here. Someone had been up here recently. Immediately he thew up his guard. Whether it was something dangerous or just a sneaky pair of students, someone was getting in trouble. Pushing the door open he scanned the room from the doorway.
"Empty..." The sound of his voice cut through the silence of the room.
Stepping into the room he noticed that the usually even film of dust that covered the entire room had been disturbed. Multiple shoe prints littered the floor some large some small. Small fingerprints rested on a table or two. A boy and a girl had been in the attic.
"Not mice," he grumbled a frown marring his face,"just sneaky students."
Making up his mind to find a better way to lock out the supernatural student body, he turned to the door but didn't get very far before something caught his eye. Sticking out like a sore thumb in a mass of worn brown leather and and yellowed papers was a book that shown like a red beacon.
Reaching up to the shelf he picked up the book sending galaxies of dust into the air. Wiping the rest of it off, the priest could tell it had been there for at least a couple of years just by the buildup of dust on the cover.
On the outside of the book was an intricate embossed 'A' on the leather cover. Opening the book up what met the priest was a message scrawled in delicate black ink.
Dearest Ava,
I hope this journal gives you comfort and a place to keepsake the thoughts closest to your heart when it all becomes too much to bear.
Your Beloved Husband,
Luca
Closing the cover, the priest then tucked the journal under his arm and headed to the door.
"Well, it couldn't hurt to look.."
Hours later the priest looked unseeingly at the wall in front of him. The journal rested on the desk in front of him, already read from the first entry to the last. Thoughts swirled madly through his head making it impossible to organize them all at once.
'If what that journal says is true..'
'That poor family!'
'How can this be possible'
'This could change everything as we know it!'
Gathering up the journal in his hand as if it were something delicate, the priest rushed to the door.
'The Headmiss- No! The Queen had to hear about this!'
'Thoughts'
"Dialogue"
Bet you can guess which two sneaky students have been sneaking into the attic. ;) Lol!
Anyway! This is my first story please be kind! R&R please.