Same Old Sky | Chapter Ten

I woke up at four the next morning, laying on the bed on next to two large piles of journals, I had been poring over them all night.

In order not to wake up the rest of my family, I dragged my yapping dog up onto the bed (he stopped barking once I did that) and opened the next journal.

I yawned involuntarily and shut the book, picking up the picture frame and staring at it.

I kept so many journals, why did I have to do that? Oh well..

I had picked up only three things (and they were only assumptions) about Yasmine and Dillano and the mystery that shrouded them.

1. Dillano was someone's name. Sure of it.

2. Yasmine had owned a small charm neckalce that she had found at the bottom of a river on a canoe trip. The morning after she disappeared, we couldn't find it, even though she hadn't been wearing it.

3. That I had to resuce her. SOON. I had records of dreams, dreams that made me think that Dillano was someone or thing's name. Dreams that told me to come, to rescue my twin. But I was only Seven. What goood was I?

I scribbled all this into my latest journal and started silently shoving journals back onto my shelf. Opening one of them, a sketch fell out.

From a dream.

Of Dillano.

He had black hair, a gnarled staff, a long scar from one ear to another, passing across the bony bridge of his nose.

I studied the picture for a long time. When I finally looked up, my clock said 4:45.

Sighing, I put the sketch back into the journal (From when I was eleven, I noted) and sat down at my desk to write a letter to Trisha.