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This has to be a dream.
That is the only explanation.
First, everyone is gone, and now there is a robot-type thing out for our heads.
“Enoch? Can I see your Pendant?” Jack stood up.
Enoch grunted. “Come here and look at it. I’m not taking this thing off.” He glanced back up the stairs, still startled by the robot encounter.
Jack calmly walked over to Enoch and studied the golden Pendant hanging from around Enoch’s neck. Jack positioned himself so he could see the engravement better in the light.
“It’s a sword,” he announced to the rest of the group. Jack lifted the paper from my grandfather’s Pendant box and pointed to a drawing. “It matches perfectly with this drawing.”
Some of the teens turned to each other and started sharing their own assumptions.
Jack walked to the center of the circle and sat down right next to the lamp. Sitting cross-legged, he began studying the paper and diary.
I had taken the note my grandfather had written to me and stuffed it into my shoulder bag, hoping someday I could make sense of it.
Sparrow hopped up from her seat next to Thomas and began running around the outside of the circle, tapping people on their heads. “Duck. Duck. Goose!” She began sprinting around the circle.
Carmen reached out a hand to stop her. “Not right now.” Carmen grabbed her and forced Sparrow to sit on her lap.
“When can I go home?” The little girl clutched her unicorn tighter.
The group fell into a dead silence.
“Soon.” Carmen began to braid Sparrow’s hair.
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