On the letter Giuseppe sent us, there were five words written: Go to the western swamp. "Western swamp? Why would he send us there?" Sean looked at Claes, but he didn't look back.   "He probably didn't find any information about the location. I think someone told him about this place." Claes is good at making theories.   "Perhaps that someone could be a member who went to the volcanic island," Sean guessed.   "Maybe, just maybe. Quickly, Sean, adjust the sails. We're speeding up." We hung on tight on an object we saw first in the battleship. "Wait, what's going on? Why are we holding?" Lenard asked.   "We're having a sea coaster ride." Victor cackled.   "Stop it." Chloriette glared.   Have you ever ridden a ship that goes crazy fast before? I had. I watched Claes as he tur

I had a dream again, but this time I was not dream-traveling. I was in a meadow. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, just sitting on a log while watching the flowers show off their rich and colorful petals. In front of me was a family; A father, a mother, a brother, a sister, and an adorable baby carried by the mother. Together, the couple sat on a blanket, watching their son and daughter chase one another. I was so jealous of them, so jealous of them having a normal life as I had before. Without magic, without monsters, without extra-ordinary problems, and most especially me being . . . the supernatural me. I did nothing. Nothing at all as if my only purpose in this dream was to watch them enjoy their happiness. My spirit was about to ascend as a sign of relief, what I saw in front of me was joy, life, hope. Suddenly, the blue sky changed into bloody red. The white clouds dimmed into a dark grey before merging. The gentle wind became a violent storm. Behind the horrif