Looking Glass Part 1: The night they became orphans

There’s two sides of what happened that night; one I’m just about to tell you, another is secretly safe with me until I’m ready to let the full works out in paper. Let me begin that one fateful night. – Authors Notes


The randomness of snowflakes is a sight that enraptures the casual observer. Who watched a young mother struggling with three young infants; who seem to give her the run around, luckily someone who the young lady knows carefully without skipping over, came running over to give her a hand. As he watched the dramatic scene that had laid before him; he said “do you know who they are?” Thinking out loud but actually talking to you readers; “no you say?…..haven’t you heard the tales and the rumours of the three young triplets.” He paused for a moment as the young lady had two of the triplets; the much older lady had managed to calm the other child down, and ended up carrying him as he was distracted by the scarf that she was wearing. 

He waited for a second before he followed; then he followed them down the road, the two women were talking about something. Something about tests and waiting for the results to come through the post. The observer stopped in his tracks; he turn to his readers again, “you see…things have already started to take shape with these three children; tests and waiting for results to come through, it can only mean one thing.” As he grinned shamelessly as he knew something wasn’t gong right that night; he couldn’t do much about it to be honest, he was just there as a protector of the triplets but no one knows it except him. He couldn’t even intercept what is going to happen; if he did he would portray his culture, his promise and more importantly his word to one man all those years ago.

The varied nature of airplanes is a wonderous thing that bewilders the casual observer. As he watched through the living room window of the Borthwright’s house; knowing something was going to happen, that very same day. That very same might that was coming in; drawing to the close on the 3rd April 1996, just the day before their 3rd birthday. 

That night the sinister turned as we all expected; the landscape of spears is a wondrous thing that entices the mind, the chaos of trees is a magical expression that badgers the casual observer. As the pattern of fairy wings is a song that attacks the soul; knowing whatever has just arrived, they tried to put up a very good fight until they stopped in mid air by an evil curse. Even if the observer could do something about it and to free them but he couldn’t.

The mixture of buttons is a wondrous thing that excites the senses. The observer could feel the unseen followers praying over the house; that’s when he knew that he had to change into the wolf, before anyone knew that he was there. Dark entity appeared next to him at his side without realising; the glass broke in the window of the front door, the observer wolf quickly jumped through the broken window before the dark thing put his arm through the window to unlock the door. As he watched. He clocked his head what he saw; that’s not normal is it, the observer clocked his head with realisation that the buzzer for intruder alert had not gone off. The panic kicked in his wolf body; he really didn’t know what to do, he heard Mary scream as she saw Eric laying on the bedroom of the three triplets room. The observer realised where everyone was; he ran up the stairs to the room as he skidded into the bedroom door, Mary had clocked the wolf knowing who it was. Their eyes connected with each other; they both knew that they will see each other in the next life, she spoke the language that he knew and understood what she meant…. 

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