Chapter 5

What if she doesn't want to be found? She's careful and hard to trace but what if someone finds her because of me. What if, somewhere, she slipped and I was the one who opened the gateway to hell?

I've taken the reading list off. But don't fret. Here's something else to entertain your lovely selves. An extract from 2006.

'What do you see?' asked the girl. She looked about nine but when you looked at her eyes she might have been nine thousand or ninety thousand even.
'It hurts', he said, ignoring her question and rubbing his hip.
'It's your own fault. You should learn to land better. Like me', she smirked. 'Now what do you see?'
'I see a woman', he said sulkily. 'She's moving across the world'.
'Anything else?'
'I see another one. Looks like she's shaking her fist. At a man. Nothing unusual about that'. His black eyes glared in her direction.
'Don't be a baby Chaos', said Life with all the authority of an older sibling. 'I'm older and you have to listen to me'.
'Girls'. He grumbled to himself.