CHAPTER THREE

She had a score to settle with the ' To whom it may concern' guy.

How dare he state he left her guidance yet the journal was empty.

What was she supposed to do with it, write how her days went.

She tossed the book and stood up while grumpily mumbling to herself about how life was unfair.

She looked at the bindle and grumbled some more. The little bag was a carrying device stereotypically used by hobos. All she needed was a stick and she would become a bindlestiff. Why didn't the mysterious man leave her a stick to complete all useless things he had given her.

She threw the bag over her shoulder and started walking away.

Where she was headed she didn't know.

Maybe she could stop by the house and see what the fire had left behind.She would carry what she could then try to survive on it, after all she did play some survival games. She could preharps use the knowledge to survive. Of course if that didn't work she could always go to the police.

She stopped in her tracks. Was she crazy? No one in their right mind would believe her. It didn't help matters that she looked like she had just murdered someone.

Her house and parents were both gone, whoever it was sure not to leave any evidence.

Well except her as a witness, but who would believe her.

Hey I saw a little crescent moon made from my dead mother's blood and then it disappeared taking the blood along with it and my father was killed by a real life sword. ohh you wanna know where they are, well I could show you but the house they were in was burnt to ashes. I do hope you help me capture the culprit, but I have no idea what he looks like or if it's even a he. I have a suspect though. Some creepy scar face guy with a weird sense of fashion. You can ask the school. Yep same building where I managed to break all the laboratory windows with my scream and possibly injured many students. Yep that's the place.

She shook her head. No one would believe her, the closest thing to help she would receive would be being rushed to the nearest mental health clinic.

She was about to continue with her journey to no where when something hit her from behind. It hit her with so much force, she fell flat on her face.

Spitting out the dirty that had found its way into her mouth, she turned to glare at whatever that was.

There was nothing and no one.

She stood up and looked around the quiet forest and then the ground and there lay the leather journal.

She looked around once more, was something playing with her mind?

She was pretty sure she had thrown the useless book.

She bent over and picked the book up.

On the front cover a little golden crescent moon appeared. Its bottom half looked foggy. It disappeared again. What was it will that symbol?

However this time something compelled her to place her palm on the old leather cover and when she did she felt the book drain her of something, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was that mysterious power that man wrote about. When she tried to let go of it the book wouldn't budge.

She used force to threw the book and it fell. She held her palm and looked at it. A golden crescent moon with it foggy bottom half tattoo appeared on her palm. She watched with disbelief as it disappeared and then re appeared in black on her wrist.

She lifted her head when she saw the pages of the journal fluttering with a golden light.

She took a step back, not sure of what to make of this. The book eventually stopped fluttering when it arrived on the first blank page.

She moved closer to it when she saw some writings appear.

To escape that which threatens and face it head on, one must seek the place that strengths. The book wrote in Silver letters.

She scratched her head. " ohh turns out you aren't so useless after all,but what exactly is this ' thy place which strengths'? and what on Earth is the threat" she asked.

The previous writings disappeared and new ones took their place.

Orbis au milieu.

" okay so this Orbis is a place" She asked to no one in particular as she picked up the book. " Any ideas on how to get there. Hopefully it doesn't cost money because I am literally broke"

The bindle holds the key.

" Huh " She dropped the sack from her shoulder and placed it on the ground. When she did she heard some clunking sound.

When she opened the bag she found

something similar to a charcoal stick except it was white and a tiny colourless pyrex with a lid. She picked up the items and examined them. The sparkly liquid inside the pyrex moved when she tilted it.

Okay there was something powerful at work here. Wasn't the bag empty a few minutes ago.

" ok Journal what now"

Make use of the symbolic representation of  birth, survival and death.

" Symbolic representation of birth, survival...what does the circle of life have to do with anything"

The book remained blank.

" Ohh for heaven's sake can't you just tell me what am supposed to do without you being so mystic even when its completely unnecessary" She complained as she closed the journal.

"Circle of life.. circle of ohhh am supposed to draw a circle. All right but I never took art lessons do this will be all on you journal"

She grabbed the white stick and begun to draw a circle while kneeling. Somehow her hand seemed to be the one guiding her. In the end she had drawn a perfect circle.

" ok so that's that" She said moving out of the circle and sitting on her heels next to it. " This is the part where I wait or something?"

She looked at the journal and it remained still. No fluttering and no Silver sentences. She was going to have to figure out the second part all on her own.

Then she remembered the tiny bowl with the sparkling liquid. She opened it and set it next to the circle. She wanted to grab the white stick so she could dip it and drawn a circle on top of the previous one. Instead she knocked the little bowl and the contents poured out.

" oops" .

She watched as the liquid filled the circle. When it reached the outline of the circle it would stop until the entire circle was filled. Not one drop was out of the circle.

" Well that was weird hopefully this will take me to this Orbis". As soon as she uttered the last word the circle started glowing.

She gathered the white stick and now empty pyrex and placed them together with the journal into the bindle.

She stood at the edge of the circle and took a deep breath as she held tightly unto the bindle. " Well here goes nothing"

Then she leaped.

She found herself falling and waving her arms around. The bindle was soon forgotten. The human instinct of trying to grab something and hang on had taken hold of her thinking.

She landed painfully on her backside, raising some leaves and dust.

" Ouch" She cried out.

She sat up when her body stopped aching and looked around. It was nighttime here and she had left her town in day time.

Where was she?