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Her painting book. She didn’t touch it for weeks. She slowly approached it and the page which caught her eyes was Becca’s face painted in the book. Chloe’s hand trembled from seeing that face. It’s a pencil sketch of Becca’s face. Becca has a fierce look in that drawing. Who drew this picture when she didn’t touch it for weeks? She didn’t even take that book to school. Did someone enter her house? Is it M.W? or is it drawn by herself without her knowledge? Everyone wondered that she’s a psychic.

He looked and saw shapeless packages that could contain anything rather than the items contained, except for the uppermost item, and it was a book. He picked it up and opened it, to find within sketches such as a student artist would make – of flowers, buildings, landscape, animals. As the pages turned, the drawings became more skilled, and began to feature people that he knew. He smiled as he saw Sigrid, her face pulled into a scowl. The next page had him sucking in a breath. It was Gera and Thaelen, seen from a distance. Gera had his hands on Thaelen’s hips as he laughed up at him, and the expression on his face…

It's a handwritten book by a toddler. Lucifer looked at the drawing. It had a sun with two adults and a child in the middle. The book had a name written: Jessica's mommy and daddy. Lucifer glances through the book and turns to the second page; it says to believe. The third page says, ‘I have not abandoned you.’ The fourth page, ‘if you are reading this it is because it was planned you find this.’ As Lucifer turns the page, he sees gods hand reaching out of the sky. As he checks the other pages, it is all blank. This is where your story begins. Tossing it aside, Lucifer can't help but tear up, seeing this girl's picture with long blonde hair and about seven years old.

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

It spotted a large black mark, as if something so strong had hit that side of the wall. Maybe that was the impact of the attack. But what exactly was it? Beside the same mark was a drawer, I opened it and it was a book full of drawings. From what I knew, she said wasn't schooled like most of us were , so how exactly could she read and write and draw? The book had disturbing images of wolves ,way bigger than normal ,their color, rare and emanating a certain aura of energy. I decided to keep it. I need answers , and I will surely get it.

Drawings and stories written by a child. I watched Red as he picked up an old sketch book, a smile on his face. Lee leaned over Red's shoulder to see the drawings in the book. "You were a really cool kid, dude. Check out that piece of art" Lee said. Curious, I stepped forward to take a look. Lee was right. Red's drawings were beautiful. As he flipped over the pages, Lee placed his hand on one of the pages. "There, I think mummy has another message for us in your old sketch book" Lee said. Red raised a brow as he read the neatly written words in the sketch book.

Judith had mentioned that I had the inherent ability to understand the content of the book, but the more I squinted, the more complicated it seemed. I gave up and fed my eyes with the picture instead. “Wow!” I said as I admired the amazing drawing of a man weaponizing several pieces of rocks as if he were ready for combat. I looked through a few more pages and I must say, I was intrigued. Even though I couldn't understand the symbols, the pictures were captivating. “You're here already.” I heard Judith's voice and I looked up to find her standing with both hands on her waist. “I told you, you'll be hooked to this book.” She said with a sense of pride. She took her seat.

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

My father’s book. I took a deep breath and opened it again, making sure to avoid touching any of the pencil prints. I looked at them one by one. Most of them were just drawings of still objects. Then I flipped to the next page and saw a picture of the glowing moth! Just like the other sketches, this one was vivid too, as if it had been captured and trapped in the book. Surrounding the glowing moth were little sparks in an exact shade of gold to represent the light it gives off as it flies. I turned over to the next page. Nothing significant. Just banshee drawings. I flipped and flipped until I got to the end of the book. Nothing of any peculiar interest to me. I closed the book and set it do

The kind meant for older kids but that August had started gravitating toward because picture books didn't have enough words. "This one is about a robot who wants to be an astronaut." Carter held up the first book. "And this one is about deep sea creatures. Real ones, not made up. And this one—" He pulled out a thick hardcover. "This one is about how bridges are built. It has diagrams." August's eyes went huge. He took the bridge book with both hands like Carter had given him something precious. Opened to the first page where there was indeed a detailed diagram of bridge architecture. "This is mine? To keep?"