Phoenix||
While Ares argued with the men, I saw it. A small piece of paper that had miraculously survived the flames.
It was tucked underneath what used to be my aunt’s favored spot. Her armchair faced the remains of the window. Quickly, I ran towards it, pulled it out, and let my eyes scan through it.
My eyes frowned as I turned the paper to the opposite side, but I found the same thing. Nothing.
The paper was empty. There was nothing on it, yet I could feel something on it. I blinked my eyes and took a deep breath, staring at the blank paper.
Suddenly like magic, the writing appeared like sparkles following a dynamite line.
‘Follow the scent. Come to me, my dear.’
It was from my aunt indeed.
My heart paused beating and I looked up as my nostrils suddenly filled up with the scent
