Alina
When we reached the lawn where Uncle Freddy had been taken, I could barely resist the urge to run and hug him. As my grandfather's closest friend, he spent most of the time at home. They'd drink and play chess... I always hanged around. Loved them both. Had no idea that my grandfather told him what my story was and I was curious why.
I stayed a few feet away as the three warriors searched him. They seemed to find something, cause he had to take a medium-sized round box out of his pocket and leave it on the ground. They made him open it, which he bent down to do, and after exchanging a few more words, they turned to our direction.
"They say he's clean except for a black stone, which he claims is yours to be given?" I furrowed my brows. I didn't know anything about a stone but anyw
