Emily walked back to her room in deep thoughts as to what happened minutes ago. Everyone thinks she’s crazy, even her parents. But that was not her problem, a question kept coming back to her: where did Rena come from and is it possible that she is just an illusion?
Humphrey also made it clear that the book she previously held was as plain as any empty book would be and that what she saw was an illusion, but deep down, Emily didn’t believe Amy of it even if she wanted to, and now she was back to the beginning;
What exactly was in that book that wasn’t there?
This very question she sought answer to but to no avail. And yet again, if she couldn’t read the book, how was she supposed to know what was to come and prepare for it.
She finally reached her room, sighed and jumped on the bed to sleep when a knock came.
“Arrgh! Come in.”
Arthur excitedly came in and ran to sit next to his sister.
“What is it?”
“I’m done with my project. Check it out.”
She looked at him and scoffed before taking the drawing from him. She looked closely at the artistic work of her brother; a young beautiful light skinned girl with brown eyes, a black long hair that was down to her lower back, a light blush on her smooth face and her long slender legs as smooth as a mirror. She wore a knee length white gown with a sleeveless turtleneck, and held a white umbrella to prevent the drops of rain that fell against her black shiny boots. She looked up at the clouds as the rain fell with a beautiful smile on her small full lips.
Emily stared at the drawing in awe and was about to give it a beautiful comment when…
“You drew me?”
She scoffed and looked away.
“Yes, you’re my beautiful sister.”
“Well, the girl in the picture isn’t beautiful.”
“Huh? Why not?”
Arthur asked as his shoulders drooped while Emily took that opportunity and quickly faced the drawing and started pointing out imaginary mistakes.
“Here, the blush is supposed to go further, it’s too little I bet your old teacher would be able to see it even with her glasses on, and here, my legs are not this long and slim, you’re making me look hungry, again, the curves on my hair are not alike, and this is not how I smile meaning you have to redo the drawing.”
“Huh? All these mistakes? But I don’t see them.”
“So what? Look at the drawing.”
“Fine, I’ll redo it.”
“Good, I love being perfect.”
Meanwhile, a certain black book that was safely kept in it’s separate shelf began to gleam with blue light and the book opened on its own, magically bringing back the supposed missing writings back to every one of it’s page.
