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get that a lot," she said with a wink before turning her attention back to the book she was so interested in.
    Both girls blushed crimson and turned to walk in the opposite direction where they were faced by a huge owl, making them jump.
    "Don't worry girls. It's actually stuffed. It's kinda sad, I know, but he belonged to my grandmother and she was so sad after he died that she decided to have him preserved. Oh hi, by the way. I'm Melina! You must be December... and you must be Lilly?" the pretty young woman with the cropped blonde hair asked.
    Wendy's Wonders had been there for years, having been opened by Melina's grandmother in the 60s. Her daughter, Shannon, had joined Wendy to work in the shop as soon as she was old enough and she had loved it. She never missed a day, not even when she was heavily pregnant with Melina twenty years ago.
    "Hi, yes, how did you know?" asked December, before realising she knew the answer already as Melina laughed and pointed to her hair.
    "You are most definitely your mother's daughter. And she's told me a little about you and your best friend. Welcome to Wendy's Wonders."
    The girls laughed.
    "Thanks. It's an awesome shop. I've never seen anything like it. I could spend hours in here."
    "Most people say that. Thank you. My Mom and grandmother were very proud of it. And so am I," she said.
    "We're very sorry about your family, Melina."
    Melina just smiled. "I feel like they're still here with me in this shop."
    "I see you met my girls, Melina," interrupted Moira who had appeared from the back of the shop with a large basket filled with goodies, "Thanks for letting me into the back. I know a lot of this stuff isn't available to regular customers," she smiled.
    Ever since Wendy's Wonders had opened to the public, Wendy had kept a separate room in the back for serious witches, where all kinds of weird and wonderful things were for sale for the more unusual spells. Perhaps not 'eyes of newt' or 'puppy dogs tails' but close.
    "If you girls have finished browsing, we ought to head back home."
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
    As Gwynethea took Jack's hands in hers, Zalea sat quietly to his side by the softly glowing orange flames of the fire in the centre of the room.
    "It's dark, there is nothing but blackness all around you. You can see nothing. You can hear nothing. Just the sounds of your breathing. Your breath is quick and short. You are afraid. You try to stand
    but you are being held against your will. There are chains around your ankles and wrists. You cannot move. The pain. There is pain all around you. Oh," Gwynethea recoiled from Jack, temporarily dropping his hands. When she opened her eyes, they are not her eyes that Jack and Zalea saw. Her eyes were no longer blue but bright green, like a cat's eyes. Jack jumped and Zalea screamed.
    "Gwynethea!"
    Suddenly, she closed her eyes once more and when she re-opened them, the old lady's blue eyes had returned.
    "I am fine, young one. This is nothing but a memory. It might flash in my eyes, but fear not, it is just a memory. Come, we must return. Jack must remember."
    Taking his hands, she reverted back into the trance.
    "You are not alone. There are others chained like you. You can hear them but you cannot see them. There is a light in the distance, it is coming closer and closer. It is a torch. It is being carried by someone. Wait, you gulp back the fear. It feels like it's stuck in the back of your throat. It comes closer and closer. It is not human. It is... Nephilim."
    Suddenly, Jack let out a low groan and a sob, "I remember the beast," he whispered," I remember. No.....no," he sobs.
    "That's enough, Gwynethea!" yelled Zalea, jumping up and trying to unlock their hands.
    When Gwynethea opened her eyes and looked around, she released Jack's hands.
    "You were with the Nephilim, Jack. I am amazed you survived."
    "But who are they?" asked Zalea, rubbing away a falling tear from her cheek. "Who are the Nephilim? Did they take my sister?"
    "My dear,