Under the Snow

VOLUME 5 START

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[Enzo's Point of View]

"Why were you guys outside?"

"Nothing" Arthur replied emotionlessly as he walked blankly up the stairs to Bacia's Wing.

"'Sigh' he has been like this ever since Bacia died."

"You will never see the old cheerful Arthur again, Bree."

"You made him cry, didn't you?! What did you say to him this time!" She glared at me, yet I could not fight her back. I too was broken; everyone here was.

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I knew what was under that table. On that winter night, Arthur moved the table to place Bacia's box with his book under its frosty base. Is it still there, or was it all a dream? I dug that ground once again. Alone this time with the howling winds surrounding me just before it soon becomes a freezy cold night of winter. In a dusky night, My hands froze with the sunflowers - a few days before the still blooming sunflowers start wilting a second after a second. The feelings I had forgotten hit me like a stab in the chest my heart had always remembered. A dream we all had which vanished with winter's snow wedding dress.

The extreme iciness of the ground my hand had sunk in hurt. Blood, my blood, painted the white dress of that night. A drop by drop designed it as it adapted to the shape of the snowflakes. I did not care less. Even if my hands dropped from my waist, I still shoveled to it... Bacia's dream box.

"Tap, Tap" my hands touched something, The land did not move a lot those years. I was thankful but at the same time, I worried if anyone remembered. 'Am I the only one who knows?'

Rubbing my hands against the snowy sand that covered Bacia's dream box, I tried recalling what was in the box other than Arthur's book but I was not sure. All I remembered from that night is him placing the book in the box and locking it up.

at last, after all the digging and my hands getting frozen to death, I was able to confirm to myself that I was holding Arthur's treasure between my frosted palms as he did on that night.

"it's that same box...," I spoke to myself, " IT'S BACIA'S BOX!!" Finding the box, at last, provoked me to discover this strange feeling that I still cannot explain. A feeling I held within myself to the last day of my life.

I tried standing up a few times but failed. It was not only the chilly weather but also the fact that I had have bent my legs for a very long time. Gradually with a bit of shaking, they started getting their power back, and I was able to stand up steadily again. I made sure to hide the box from everyone's eyes. I took it a step after a step. First went back in and pulled my self upstairs towards my wing.

And in my way as I was passing by Lowell's wing, I heard them speaking; Lowell, Alden, Leala, and Bacia. I held my steps from going any farther then took a few steps back. Before actually listening to what the conversation was about, I stood calmly in front of Lowell's wing golden doors. The doors that spoke of us. Doors that held memories I couldn't believe I managed to forget. These were the doors we had to enter and exit at least once a day - because it was with Lowell we always sat.

The doors weren't sealed properly leaving a small opening between them - I peeked through. The four of them sat surrounding a table in the center of the room from all four directions in a circle.

Alden who had his head facing downwards was explaining something, and since I came when this conversation was somewhere, i couldn't pick it up at first. But eventually, I understood I wasn't the only one...

"Bacia, probably, doesn't know since this happened after she died. But you know that Arthur's diary was something he noted his life in. Though after your death," Alden turned his gaze to Leala, "it became a book he noted our life in. "What happened? how did it happen?" Those kinds of questions answers were stated in that book, but although somethings were all narrated in that diary and Arthur who recalled more than anyone of us wrote them all, some fragment of that life in that life were missing. The most important ones."

He took a huge breath in then continued, "I was hoping I would find Arthur's diary somewhere here. Although I have been here for almost 10 years and had always remembered, I still did not know where he hid that diary, or if he had kept it safe to start with. I'm hoping he remembers soon; I searched for it everywhere but still..." Alden hopelessly sighed.

"So, You're saying in addition to that, there is this thing we had all forgotten about, but..." Lowell noticed me standing behind the door, "Enzo is that you?"

"Of course it's him. It's his profession." Leala or shall I say the real Bree Gold stared at me.

"It is for sure me," with a slight smile of relief on my face, "and I think I have what you guys are looking for, Bree." I slowly opened the doors to Lowell's wing.