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green and the trees
point upwards in a tree like fashion?” David asked sarcastically.
“It’s like it’s written by a moron, for morons.”
    “What? The wording, it’s changing!” Rosie
exclaimed. “Listen to this.”
    The Rear Gardens, situated at the rear of
the Gregson Manor was where David Gregson tripped on the root of a
maple tree. Rather than get up, he cried for his mommy to kiss it
better. He was eight.
    “Looks like the book doesn’t like you much,”
observed Jack.
    “That never happened! Hang on are you saying
that this book not only changes what’s written in it, it can get
annoyed at people too?”
    “Amazing. Anyway, here I found it.” Rosie
continued.
    The blue emerald was procured and placed in
the rear gardens by Charles Gregson (whom you three call the Monk).
It is imbued with the power to seal the portal from unwanted
visitors.
    “Portal? Do you think it means the door?”
Jack asked.
    “It would have to,” said David
excitedly.
    With the emerald placed around the neck of
Charles, no one can leave or enter through the Gregson Manor
Portal.
    Rosie looked up from the book, and stared at
the statue saying, “I’ve never noticed a necklace on the statue
before and he’s not wearing one now. What do you think it
means?”
    “It must have been stolen, it’s not anywhere
I can see.” David said.
    Jack held the ring from the Attic in his
hands, while he looked around the grounds. He’d lived here his
whole life and had never seen an emerald so he knew it must be
hidden. He also knew he would have to put the ring on to search the
surrounds, but the memory of the black statue was still fresh in
his mind, the fear of seeing it again holding him back. He wondered
if the statue and mist had been an illusion that could hurt them.
Or worse, was what they saw right now the illusion, and they were
really standing amongst the decaying remains of the Rear
Garden?
    Jack glanced over in the direction of the
graveyard, thinking of his mother surrounded in black mist, and
imagined no longer being able to visit her.
    He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as
he slipped the ring on to his finger. He felt a change immediately
as he heard the sound of a deep low growl surrounding him.
    His eyes snapped open, as something nearly
pushed him over. The black mist had returned, sleeking along the
ground, probing everything it came in contact with. Suddenly he
knew where the growling came from as the mist twisted and
transformed before him. A thick tendril suddenly morphed into the
shadow of a wolf, and jumped towards him before dissipating inches
from his face.
    “Stand up!” Jack screamed to Rosie as he saw
a shadow circling where she sat engulfed in mist.
    “What’s gotten into you?” David asked, as
Rosie jumped to her feet.
    Jack looked at to the statue and saw that
the black warrior had replaced the monk, his sharp sword pointing
directly towards them. Its red eyes smouldered as it stared down on
him, it’s teeth bared as if giving an angry snarl. It took all of
Jacks strength to stay where he was when every part of his being
was telling him to run and hide.
    “He’s got his ring on,” Rosie said as she
walked over to Jack. “Is it the warrior Jack? Should we put ours on
too?”
    “No, don’t!” Jack replied quickly as he
spotted something on the warrior, a dull red glow upon his chest
over the deep black armour. It’s not blue, he thought.
    “Wolves!” David cried. He’d put his ring on,
despite being warned.
    “Just stand still,” Jack said. “I don’t know
if they can hurt us, but don’t draw attention to yourself.”
    “Why don’t we just get the hell out of
here?” David hissed back, as he lowered his voice to a hysterical
whisper.
    “Because we need to get that necklace,”
Rosie replied. She had also put on her ring and was staring at the
statue. “It’s not blue, but it’s got to be important, don’t you
think?”
    Jack looked back at the statue. It stood two
and a