"What you got here, missy?" said the man holding Morgan, "You a drinker?" the man chortles.

"Why don't you have one and find out?" Morgan spits at him.

He takes one of the bottles and smells it, "Wooo, that has quite the smell to it. You make it yourself?" he asks bringing it to his lips.

"They're pretty strong, hope you can handle it." Morgan says a smirk playing on her lips.

The man drank half the bottle before freezing and dropping the bottle. Dropping the knife at Morgan's throat he stumbles backwards a few steps causing everyone to stop their advance.

"George, what's the matter with you? Can't hold your liquor?" laughs the gruff man.

Everyone laughs as George continues to stumble around. Morgan shuffles her way to Alaric giving him a small nudge. The man named George begins to puff up like a cloud and lift off the floor floating ceiling making everyone stop and look on in horror.

"What the hell did you do!?" shouts the gruff man pointing his crossbow at Morgan now. 

Morgan snickers and looks up at the floating George, "Nothing, the man can't hold his liquor!" 

"Jack's right you did something! Bring my brother down now!" the woman yells glaring at Morgan. 

Morgan scoffs, "He shouldn't have drank so much if you wanted him to come back down. He'll be like that for a day or two; these aren't meant to be drunk." 

Morgan takes another one off her belt and swirls it around. Jack and the woman hesitate, Morgan had several more of these potions.

"I'm gettin' the hell out of here!" says crooked nose turning on his heel and making for the door.

"Will! Get back here!" Jack shouts after him. 

Will was already down the hall, for a short tubby man he was quite fast. 

"Clara we should lea-" "I'm not leaving him up there!" Clara yells pointing at her brother on the ceiling.

Alaric and Morgan had begun their escape after Jack and Clara started yelling at each other.

They were almost to the door when, "Hold it right there!" Jack whipped around aiming the crossbow in their direction.

"Now, you're gonna get him down or I shoot the boy."

 Suddenly, the room started to rumble and shake. Morgan looked at Alaric then looked at Jack; she took a bottle off her belt and threw it at him, shattering on impact.

"Run!" she yelled grabbing Alaric's hand and pulling him along.

The manor shooked and creaked even more and pieces of the ceiling started to fall as they ran. They reached the stairs racing as fast as they could down them, but the stairs gave way falling apart as they ran down. The pair barely made it out before the manor collapsed behind them.

Morgan and Alaric hunched over panting trying to catch their breath.

"I can't...believe...that just happened!" Alaric huffed out shaking his head in disbelief.

Standing upright Alaric turned to Morgan, "I never thought this would..ever happen in my life! Reading about it was as close as I could get to an adventure like this." 

At that Morgan laughed, this boy was weirdly innocent. She straightened and looked over at Alaric who stared at the ruins of his manor. Morgan realized that he had to watch his home fall apart for the second time in three days.

Alaric looked over the destroyed home he had lived in his entire sixteen years of life. Just a few days ago he was learning about the history of his family, taking riding lessons and all sorts of ways to survive outside of the manor. There were so many memories of this place; a lot of them bad, but he could never forget the good.

Alaric glanced at Morgan who has been waiting patiently for him. She wasn't good at comfort, but having her close made these last three days a little easier.

"I'm ready to go." he said giving one last look at his home before turning his back on his old life.

                                                                               ~~~

Morgan and Alaric sat at her table discussing what their next move should be.

"I've looked through almost all my books and nothing comes close to the writtings on that paper" Morgan huffed crossing her arms.

It has to be around here somewhere, she thought glancing around the room again.

Her eyes fell on a particular shelf; quickly sitting upright she made her way to it. She grabbed a leather bound book and turned it over. It had a metal latch to keep it closed and a bright blue stone embedded into the front. Morgan tried the latch, but it wouldn't budge. She tried again, but it still would'nt budge.

"Apertum!" she shouted, but the book didn't open.

"Aperi paginas tuas!" Morgan groaned and threw the book on the table.

"Scientiam tuam quaero!" the book just sat there and didn't move. Morgan put her face in her hands and sighed.

"The book looks old," says Alaric, "Maybe it's an old saying or riddle." 

Alaric turned the book to face him, "Let's try this," he clears his throat, "Open sesame!" 

He looked down at the book, "Wow, I really thought that would work." He shrugged looking at Morgan.

"What if you say it in your magic language?"

Morgan peered at him through her fingers, "..it's worth a try." She straightened herself and pulled the book in front of her.

"Apertum sesamae!" The stone glowed brighter, the book shook and then.......nothing.

"Are you being serious right now!?" Morgan let out a defeated laugh.

This book was seriously playing a joke on them. Alaric spun it around pulling on the latch.

"Oh! It opened!" Morgan gasped, "What!!?"

Alaric lifted the book for Morgan to see. The latch was undone and the stone had dulled in color. Morgan's mouth dropped open, what the hell is up with this book!? Taking the book from Alaric she flipped through the pages.

"Oh, you have got to be joking! The pages are blank!" Morgan yelled exasperated. "Revelate!" this time the spell worked.

Words began to take shape on the pages. This book had exactly what they had been searching for.

"Well, I'm glad we got the book to open. I thought I had grabbed them all, but I guess I missed one." Alaric said smilling.

The book itself was written completely in that other language. Morgan worked to try and translate what she could, only to find that this was a journal.

Her journal.