- Arthur POV -

The phone buzzes...

Who's texting me at this time? It's like eleven.

Niamh: hi Arthur. you okay? sorry about Rowan... he can be a real dick sometimes. Idk what's up with him.

Arthur: its okay. dw about it.

Niamh: theres a party tonight, you coming? I wanna see you there!

Arthur: sure! where's it at?

Niamh: Castle Hill. meet me at the inn in 5.

Arthur: I'll be there.

God, what am I going to wear? I know!

- Narrator -

He slipped on a casual outfit; a new Superdry hoodie, black jeans and his pair of Yeezy 350s. As per he grabbed his ring and slipped it on his finger. Then he got his watch and clasped it around his left wrist. He ran out the door, Sarah was usually okay with these sort of antics. It can only help him develop new relationships. Especially in a new town.

It took around 3 minutes to get to the inn. There she was, even in casual clothes she looked good.

- Niamh POV -

He is cute though. I can't say anything yet, he will know in time.

"Hey, you. Look at you with your Yeezys!" I laughed but secretly I was impressed at his outfit choice.

"Not too bad yourself Miss Aila," he replied with a smirk.

We started walking together to Castle Hill. The typical party spot in Cullen, it was just a place where us kids could get away with pretty much anything.

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"Wow, there are more people than I thought there would be." I was a little anxious, I may be an extrovert on the outside but within I am so shy!

- Arthur POV -

"This seems tiny in comparison to London" I chuckled.

She took off towards her group but I stay put. There was an eerie atmosphere here. I don't like it. My hand ached too, weird. Everyone was having fun though, I'll probably stick to myself. See what happens, I don't feel like I know anyone well enough to bounce off of.

People were laughing, talking, dancing. The music was blaring, luckily the hill was so large that the village could hardly hear any of it. I took a plastic cup and poured a cup of whatever was in the fishbowl.

I took a swig and damn! That is strong. Oh well, I'll deal with it. I found it funny that these small village kids drank harder and partied harder than my friends and me in London.

I walked off towards an old ruin, it was relatively tall. It was made out of stone bricks, in between the cracks there was moss - thick and old. It looked well over a few centuries old. The ruins were scattered in what probably would've formed a wall. There were some strange carvings in the middle of some of the bricks, almost as though they formed the outline of something. I traced my hand from the moss to the carvings, they were rugged and sharp-edged. The carvings heated up, my eyes widened, then I felt myself fall backwards. Everything turned black...

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Author's notes:

I thought I'd give Chapter 3 ago. It's only a short one, around 500 words or so! This is where everything gets interesting. Let me know what you think!

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