[Flashback - part three]
Circa anno 1698
Mason calmly approached the limp figure that had been locked up at the far end of the basement.
His cousins kept their distance from the pure silver bars that made up the only barrier between them and the figure but kept a close eye on its every move as he approached it.
"What happened to you..." he murmured, his brows furrowing slightly.
He was both perplexed and worried by the drastic change in his brother but found himself unable to come up with an explanation or solution.
"How long do you think it'll stay asleep for?" Nicholas asked boldly, momentarily forgetting who he was looking at.
Jeremiah smacked the back of his head to silence him, scolding him with his eyes for his choice of words.
"He, Nick. HE" he insisted, all too aware that Mason had heard everything.