Looking Glass Part 4: The Day They Got Separated

It was time that for the three to be segregated to their new protectors. Which the Native American and Fred had put in place officially. To which the Stacie and James had also a observer each; however they don’t know that, hopefully never will have too. 

It was one full moon the night before the three got separated for good. The Native American Chief’s wife asked “tell me it’s not true Dekota…say it’s just a story that everybody is talking about”. As they both sat round the campfire waiting for some news from one of the observers or Fred to come when to move and help them. They both stared into the fire; as they could see the three triplets playing in the orphanage in the department, knowing that the three of them will soon be forgetting each other very soon. 

The Native American spoke out to his tribe whilst still looking into the fire. “So did you hear the story about the Borthwright Triplets. Like three new pins; just from one womb born the exact same day, how they served that day? Yet did you even know why they will be separated? Yet they not knowing that they will be sharing one name. Until the day they meet each other again. As my wife cried out that night when she found out that she had just lost her best friend.” 

There was a pause. The chief looked around in the midst of his Native Tribe; then the trees had started to be picked up by the winds, something in the wind had caught his eye. Something didn’t really feel right. He couldn’t make it out what it was; something really didn’t sit with him right, everyone knew that something wasn’t right as they too picked it up the sense. He pressed on “Did you hear the mother who wasn’t so cruel; but yet there’s a stone in heart that was placed by no other than the murder himself, then come judge for yourselves how she became to play this part of saving her children.” 

There were was a long pause; until they all crinkled their noses, wondering what could make the camp smell like this. Something brushed up against one of the Native American’s foot making him jump; when he realised that it was a wolf laying low but hurt badly, he watched as the wolf changed back into a human being. The wolf was Tom. To the Native Americans horror that someone that they knew was so badly beaten had come all this way for help; the Native American Chief and his wife quickly stood up, ordered a group of them to bring him into the tepee and get the Native American Tucson the healer of the tribe who should be sleeping. 

In the mist of the Native American Campsite of everyone running around getting things, doing things everything that was possible to save their friend. A man in a small town/village was quite miffed because he had to be somewhere at 7; the time was 6:55pm, as he got in through the door his daughters had come running towards him giving him a hug. Whilst he was try to put his stuff down and head back out of the door; his wife knew he was angry that the train was late today, and it would always comes early or on time. The rules had become a bit tight since the murder of their two friends; she knew her husband wanted to hurt the primeminster one way or another, and along with Fred who was trying to get the disappearance act lifted for those who needed it the most…..

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