19 year old Charlie Huntingtower was last seen near the Edinburgh streets during his trip to England, along with his friends Barley, Jonathan, Matthew and Kate as well as his older-brother Erike. However, on their last day at Edinburgh Charlie decided to go shopping for food on his own. His friends and brother did not go with him, for they thought that he was fine to go on his own. However, since then he never returned and they reported him missing, including the fact that they rang his phone several times and there was never an answer, they texted him and he never replied.

The police has been searching for three days now and it is now believed that the zombie, whose name was recognized as Agatha has taken Charlie. The boys are now staying in Edinburgh longer, mainly because Erike was resilient in finding his brother. There was no trace on where or when he could have gone, for zombies have the ability to travel in time. The last evidence they could find is a pocket bible laying on the alley between two bakery stores, Erike recognized that it was Charlie’s for it had his nickname on it. The little brown bible that he used to take to Sunday service.

Kate (concerned): can’t sleep??

Erike: he must be out there somewhere!!!! I mean……how could someone possibly disappear like that?? Especially my own brother.

Kate: you know….you’ve done great the last few days. I mean……we were all wanting to go home, yet you persisted in staying. You really do care a lot about your brother, don’t you?

Erike: this is my fault that he went missing in the first place. If we knew that the zombie was able to travel across countries………then we would never have let anyone go by themselves at night. I was the one who told him that he was being a coward and that he wasn’t able to get anything right.

Kate (sympathetically): he……….he really listens to you doesn’t he?

Jonathan: we only have two more days before we would be sentenced back to Minisoda even if you don’t want that, bro.

Erike: I have to stay behind. I am sorry………..I cannot allow this to happen to my brother. You guys go without me.

Matthew: Are you sure you want to do this?? I mean………the police can find him………………….

Erike looks at Matthew like he just got slapped in the face. He knew he should not place this on him, however his rage was boiling and he was not able to stop it from exploding.

Erike: POLICE???!!!! Are you joking??!! My brother is missing………….my only brother is missing!!!! AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOUR STUPID SHOW???!!

Two days later…………
Charlie Huntingtower was recently found laying on the ground from exactly the place he disappeared from. There were no scars or any signs of abuse, so the police were reinforced to believe that he was not abused of any kind. However, he seems to have lost tremendous memories, the police could not tell but his friends and brother could. The memories of them growing up together and his memories hanging out with his friends. The memories of him with Erike and his family going to church on a Sunday morning and the family holidays. He seems to forget 70% of it.

Detective: so…Mr. Huntingtower, we’ve been searching for you everywhere. Starting to think the incident in America was more than an incident.

Charlie (bemused): what??

Policeman: What is the last thing you remember, Charlie Huntingtower??

Charlie: I cannot remember. All I remember is going to the alley, because it was closer to our hotel and then everything went blank.

Detective: Did someone knock you behind your head or something. Surely you felt a piece of pain when you were hit.

Charlie (confused): nope!

Mostly, as they all returned to Minnesota, Erike found it uneasy for him to live in the same house as him. Mainly because once the boys entered the house, Charlie seems to have forgotten where he was and why he was there. Erike tried to explain to him that they’ve been living here for a year now and that this was their house, however he did not listen. There was something very off about the way he spoke and the way he grinned when his friends left the airport that made Erike feel uneasy. He thanked God that his brother was found alive and no permanent scars, however he is not the same person as he used to be.

Charlie (confused): what is this place??

Erike: uh…..this is a house……….our house.

Charlie: we’ve a house??!!

Erike: yeah………we’ve…………..we’ve been living here for a year and a half now, this is Minnesota, we’re home!!!

Charlie (bemused): what’s minnesota??

Erike (distressed): the city where you grew up in!!! Where we grew up in, our family is here and our homes.

Charlie: this is so hard!!

Erike (apprehended): what is??

Charlie: the whole concept of a house and how I grew up in a place I somehow cannot remember. Anyways, I’ve got to sleep. It’s been a hard day on the plane. Can you show me where I sleep??

Erike felt the intense pain stab into his spin. Did Charlie really forget where he sleeps?? The place he spends on the screen all day during the summer. If so, perhaps he should take his brother to mental hospital for losing so much memories. He still got a fascination about how his brother went missing in the first place, back in Edinburgh. Yet he knew it was not the right time to be asking Charlie this question so he showed him to his room.

Erike (anxiously): this is where you’re sleeping. Good night, I will see you in the morning.

Charlie (smiley: it’s a very nice room.

Erike: all yours!

After leaving Charlie to his room, Erike can’t help but let out some tears. He knew he should be telling their parents about this, the fact that their son is losing so much memories, yet he did not want to distress them too. Most of all, he was overwhelmed with wonders of how he could get Charlie’s memories back. As he laid on his own bed, he could not sleep and found it hard to get his brother out of his mind. He is safe now, back in their house. Yet he could not stop thinking about the fact that he might never be the same again.

Erike: I must somehow find a way of connecting with him. He might have truly lost his memories, which is a shame for we did great things together. But that is not the point right now, I need to get him back to conscience. He is surely going to get better some time or another. I need to pray right now, only God can tell me what happened to him between the five days he was gone. Perhaps Agatha sucked out all the memories from him, in order for him to forget who we were and so that she could use him as a spy against us. But……..don’t zombies only drink blood, this makes no sense. Whoever she may be, she sure as some distinctives.

Not before long, Erike fell asleep through his deep thoughts. At 3:20am in the morning, he was awoken by a loud shout, it sounded like a woman and then whispered. It sounded like Charlie’s whispers, his voice and it came from the basement. The boys lived in a house where there was a massive room basement at the bottom. They often store their sports gears that they used to play in there. Erike got up, he walked out of his room with a crucifix in his hands and went to the basement.

It was pitch dark, so he could hardly see anything. He felt spooked due to the lack of light there was, if anything was to happen to him he could not see. So he found a torch and he shone it. To his surprise, Charlie was standing there in an empty room with his pyjamas on. There was a quick flash as fast as he saw it, Erike was sure it was something paranormal.

Erike: Charlie, may I ask what you’ve been doing at this time of the night in a basement.

Charlie (muttering): I……….I needed to get a drink.

Erike: the drink tapes are not here, you know that! I heard a loud shout coming from down here and I knew something must be going on.

Charlie: Come on, let’s go back upstairs and get some sleep.

Cornelia: I guess necklace may not indicate so much of the witch after all.

Samantha: it is broken, Cornelia!!

Cornelia: such a shame. Because just think what others will think when they find out you two girls did nothing for almost five hours.

Jenna: we didn’t do nothing!! We had to find out how the locket was broken and what’s inside of it.

Cornelia: just think how Lena Avenue and the boys would say when they see this. I feel sorry for the two of you……..perhaps I can help?

Samantha and Jenna made no attempts to speak. Instead Smantha became extremely suspicious and tried her best to read Cornelia’s body language.

Samantha: you broke it!!

Jenna: Samantha what are you talking about?

Samantha: don’t you see?? It wasn’t like that before, Cornelia is the one who broke it.

Jenna: Cornelia, why would you do that! Is it true?

Cornelia: gee…………um……I don’t know. I mean you girls are such good friends, but only to the group.

Samantha: I just knew something was wrong with that girl. The way she showed up and how fast the others adapted her in.

Jenna: yeah……it is like she used some sort of enchantment.

Cornelia: the others are back. You two better keep your mouths shut – not say a word about this to anyone.

Samantha: of course we will tell them. Tell them you are the one who broke it and that you are the one who lied to us all.

Cornelia: just think how the boys would react when they find out you scratched me.

Jenna: that wasn’t such a big deal……………..Oh my!!

Cornelia pulled up her sleeves. The exact spot where Samantha grabbed her arm and it started bleeding. However, after two seconds it stopped and left a huge scar.

Cornelia: you tell them about me and I tell them about you.

Hayden: Samantha and Jenna, have you both figured out how Raven’s locket works yet?

Jenna: um…we didn’t find anything.

The others were back from a long day. Jenna and Samantha soon realized they had to lie for Cornelia otherwise she would put them in hot water. However it wasn’t that easy, mainly because the two girls both hates her so much.

Lena: Jenna!! Samantha!! We were gone for almost six hours and all you two ever did was stare?

Samantha: it wasn’t…….that simple.

Matthew: what do you mean it wasn’t that simple? You were given a very small task at a very long period of time. Any idiot can work out how it works.

Jenna: not us!

Darcy: what two hopeless cases!

Lena: calm your soul. Darcy. Cornelia did most of it I would have imagined. At least we have someone who can support us in this.

Cornelia: I was the one who found out the crack from the locket was a drop.

Darcy: a drop?

Cornelia: yeah……someone must have thrown it to get rid of it or something.

Hayden: I must have assumed either Samantha or Jenna did it.

Jenna: it definitely wasn’t us!

Cornelia: yeah it was. I saw them throw it because they thought it can give them a sign.

Darcy: WHAT A BUNCH OF IDIOTS!

Matthew: that is why I always disapprove when it comes the girls or Jake!!!

Lena: anyways, how can we fix it?

Samantha: I have no idea.

Problems with cliques
Samantha: Lena, we need to tell you something.

Lena: are you going to be more specific or are we playing riddles?

Jenna: you know that girl, Cornelia…how did she get here?

Lena: what do you mean?

Samantha: as in have you ever met her parents or any of her inheritage?

Lena: no, we only met her last month, remember?

Jenna: do you know her religion?

Lena: of course not. Every time we speak about the bible or church she is never around.

Jenna: then how can you or the boys be sure that she is supporting us. She could be some sort of spy!

Samantha: yeah………she doubts us so much. I am not saying she is malicious or anything but she has said some very strange stuff.

Lena: oh please!! You two just can’t handle the fact that she found out something you guys didn’t.

Jenna: you know, that wasn’t even the truth. The locket wasn’t broken because we threw it……..we didn’t even throw it did we, Samantha?

Samantha: of course not! She had it up to fool you all into a trap.

Lena: then how was it broken?

The two girls waited for a few minutes, looking around to see if anyone was there and spoke so quietly Lena could hardly hear.

Jenna: I think……….she was the one………who broke it.

Lena: oh stop it!!! I know it doesn’t feel good to find nothing but that doesn’t make someone who finds something bad.

Samantha: we are not making this up. Even she admitted it herself when we said it.

Jenna: you are getting tricked by someone and ignoring your friends. We know what is going on.

Lena: so if I go and ask her would she say so?

Samantha: that is the point. She doesn’t want any of you to know that she broke the locket otherwise…………..

Lena: I actually find the way you two are treating someone disrespectful and unequal. You are making lies and putting them on someone’s head.

Jenna: it is not a lie. Samantha and I both saw it and heard her admit it.

Lena: are you prepared to swear on oath?

Samantha: NO.

Lena: I am done with you. Whatever you two may think she is – we are not going to assume it was her because of you.

Two years later
Hayden: if there isn’t anyone who could lure us easier than Cornelia Avenger.

Lena: we were such fools back then. Can’t believe we thought she was for real.

Matthew: we were fourteen years old, what did you expect?

Lena: I mean………anyone obviously could tell that she was not an ordinary human being.

Morgana stares out of her chamber windows. Seeing Arthur and Merlin leave the camelot gates just to fight Morgause and her army made her worried. Morgause had much less army members than the camelot. If they were to fight, Morgause would sure to lose and Morgana’s been trying to convince her sister not to do so until they gain enough allies. Knowing her sister’s nature, she would not let a chance slip to kill Arthur. Merlin was listening from outside her chambers, hidden in the cupboard.

Then Morgana’s sinister thoughts were disrupted by Guinivere, who was standing in her chambers. She’s finished her chores and rewashed her dresses, she looks concerned at home Morgana was looking so apprehended. Morgana began by acting nice like she actually used to be and then became nasty once Gwen refused to leave for she was worried for her mental health.

Morgana (kindly): uh……Gwen!!

Gwen: Morgana??!! I’ve heard of how much you slept last night………and honestly I cannot be happier for you. I’ve prayed many times for your health, asking God to give you rest and he did.

Morgana (fake): and I am so blessed to have a friend as loyal and caring as you are, Gwen! However, your duties have been completed, you can go now.

Gwen: are you alright?

Morgana (sarcastically): why wouldn’t I be. I am so lucky to be living with such a wonderful king. Now…….that would be all!!

Gwen, however, did not get the message the right way. She stood in the doorway keep on asking her mistress if she was alright.

Gwen: are you alright, Morgana?

Morgana (impatient): that would be all, Gwen!!!

Gwen: are you sure you’re alright? Because if you’re worried about Arthur and his safety, I want you to know that he is alright. He is safe and you have to have faith in him. If it is about the dream…………you’re………………

Morgana (maliciously): sometimes I do wonder what role you play.

Gwen (confused): what do……what do you mean??!! You mean……..my role as being your personal friend?

Morgana (nastily): no, your role as a servant!!! When I ask you to do something, you do it! I am the king’s ward and you’re just my servant!!

Gwen looks as if she just got slapped in the face. She stood there frozen for a second and then tears began to come out of her eyes. She tried not to let her mistress see that she was crying. So she just smiled and walked off. Merlin could hear her sobbing when she walked out of Morgana’s chamber. He immediately ran into her, asking her if she was alright.
Gwen: I’ve never seen Morgana like this before. I know she’s worried for Arthur……….but why would she???

Merlin (wisely): I think we have more to do than that. Perhaps…………have you ever considered if Morgana is still who you think she is?

Gwen: what…………what do you mean??

Merlin: I think she may not be everything you like to think she is. At least………..not now anyways. Guinivere, I want you to tell me everything that is going on, honestly. Please don’t ask me why.

Gwen (mesmerized): speaking about her. I’ve noticed that lately she’s been more hideous than before. I know she’s always hated the king from the start………..but she just said to me that she loved him. Morgana’s been spending more time in her chamber than before, asking me politely every time if I would leave her alone. I’ve known her for years………..she would never keep something away from me.

Merlin thought for a minute, how to explain this matter to Gwen clearly. She along with Arthur and Uther may be the only people who can’t see Morgana’s true side. Merlin knew telling Arthur and the king about it would not be an option, so instead he decided to tell Gwen. For he knew that she trusted him, maybe even more than she trusts Morgana.

Merlin (whispering): since Morgana’s returned……….Gaius and I have noticed a lot of suspicious behaviour of hers. Like sneaking out at night……….lying to the king that she was finding her missing horse. And Gaius and I know for sure it was her who killed the knight who tried to kill Morgause.Don’t you see………..she’s not who she says she is anymore. She’s changed, Gwen. She is…………..no longer the Morgana you knew.

Gwen (tears): I……I suppose I can try to talk to her. Make her see sense that…………

Merlin (emphasize): there is no use. Listen to me, Gwen. She is not the same as you thought of her to be…….she’s changed since being away. You must never talk to her about this matter or she’ll have you end up in the same place as the knight.

Morgana’s fake apology
The next morning, knowing her duties, Gwen walked anxiously into Morgana’s chamber. As she saw Morgana sitting on the hairdressing table like usual with her long, dark hair down and in a nice gown, she smiled fakely. Knowing Morgana is now a malicious devil, she needs to keep her personal life away from her as much as possible.

Morgana: hey, Gwen!

Gwen (fakely): hey…..anything to wash for me? I am going to tidy your bed.
Morgana (caring): are you ok, Gwen?

Gwen: yeah….I am fine.

Morgana: no you’re not. I can tell when you’re not fine, Gwen. I yelled at you, didn’t I…………..I am really sorry.

There was no reply. Gwen was really struggling not to cry, knowing her apology was fake and that she did not want to show Morgana her tears anymore. So she thought it would be best if she did her work as fast as possible. After she cleaned the sheet as well as placed the food on the table and took away her dirty clothing, Gwen noticed Morgana was standing at the doorway. She tried to get past her as politely as possible, however she blocked her.

Morgana (kindly): hey………I just want to say that you’re doing great. Thank you for placing my sheets so beautifully today.

Gwen (struggling not to cry): thank you, my lady!

As she tries her best to hide her cries and walk out of the chamber. Morgana blocked her, which caused her to become distressed. How could she ever show Morgana the truth, of just what a sinister and evil person she has been to her and the rest of the kingdom. Of how she lied to her and betrayed all of Camelot. Gwen knew that Morgana was faking, that all her kind words were nothing but empty vessels. That she has a deeper intention of hurting her and the rest of the kingdom than to be nice to a servant.

Morgana: are you crying?

Gwen (choking): um…….I’m fine……..it’s all good.

Morgana: come here.

Morgana pulled Gwen into a hug. She tries her best to get out of the hug as much as possible, however she was kind of afraid of Morgana. So she pretends that she is feeling better with Morgana’s arms wrapped around her. She smiled fakely as she withdrew.

Morgana (remorsefully, fake): Gwen. I just want to say what a kind and loyal friend you are. You have always been so kind to me……….like a sister to me. And what I said last night was unforgivable.

Gwen (pretend): thank you, your majesty.

Morgana: you know you can call me Morgana.

Gwen: thank you for your words, Morgana.

After Casey ignored her mother, Catherine for six months she decided to go and see who her real father was. Leaving Kelsey’s house without a warning, after she told her who it was. She flew all the way to New York, using her sister’s credit card to buy the ticket. Once she arrived, she used her phone to track down where exactly was the man, who was named Robert Gellert lived and how he and her mother was ‘related’. 

Once she got off the bus, she was carrying a bag with all of her clothing and research. She arrived at what seems like an old, broken house. It had a garden where the plants grew all over the walls and the door was impossible to reach. Casey managed to reach the door bell and the ringing sound was as spooky as the house itself. 

Robert: can I help you, miss?? 

Casey turned around to see the man in the research standing next to her. He was almost double the age of mom and definitely not what she had expected. While she stood there staring at him, he seems to be disliking it and walked inside, ready to close the door. 

Casey (stiff): I…………um…………

Robert (impatient): can I help you with anything??!1! I don’t have all day. 

Casey: I…….I am………you are………….

Robert rolled his eyes as he was prepared to close the door in front of her. Casey acted like a strange girl who knocks at a stranger’s doors and speaks crap. So she thought of a way to overcome her anxiety in order to speak. 

Casey (brave): my name is Casey Anne Vance!

Robert immediately opened the door wide as he looked into the girl’s eyes. Casey felt uncomfortable giving someone eye-contact, but for a moment she did not look away. Then Robert’s facial expression immediately changed, from looking dull and mockingly into longing and remorse. 

Robert (quietly): you’re a Vance? 

Casey: yes. 

Robert: well……is your mother, Catherine? 

Casey (desperate): yes!!! Catherine Jane Vance, she lives just in Minnesota!!!! 

Robert: well…I am glad to hear from her again. How is she? Is she alright, with her husband? 

Casey did not know how to respond to that. There are millions of thoughts in her mind right now. Wiring as one and mangling together, like wires that are tangled together in a knot. So she began with one simple question, not really a question but a statement. Yet she could not help but let out some of her emotions. 

Casey (emotional):  I’ve recently found out…………..my father was never my father. My mother’s been lying to be all this time. Gary was never my dad…………………..you’re my father!!! 

After that there was a long pause. Robert was speechless and just as stiff about this as Casey was. He stood out in the opening for almost fifteen minutes, as the day was dawning he began to determine something. He let Casey inside of his house as he began to speak. His house was a mess and at least three cats. 

Robert (longing): you see…………you were never supposed to find out. I……….

Casey: well now I do!!!! I am so mad at Catherine for not telling me this. What else haven’t they told me yet??!!! 

Robert: what happened, back then……was all my fault. Your mother had nothing to do with it………yeah, it was I who started all this…………

Casey (outraged): why did she lie!!!! 

Robert got up and grabbed a dish of biscuits for Casey and he ate a piece as they sat down on an old sofa. 

Robert: I told your mother, from the minute I found out that Gary was to never know about this. I wanted…………we wanted what was best for you. That you could believe that you were born……………..normally. 

Casey (laugh): well, I am never normal…………..

Robert: never, ever say that stuff about yourself. Your mother has rang me last night, told me how upset you were and how much you’ve come. I personally never got a chance to see you, but I had faith that you were able to overcome it. 

Casey (tearing): I am……..just so happy…….so happy to see you!! 

Robert got up and grabbed a box of tissues, trying his best not to cry but he did. He let out some tears and tried to hide it from his daughter. 

Robert (weeping): I am so proud of you, Casey. I know it was my fault…..I caused all this. Yet you have used it for your own benefit. You are always going to be………the daughter I never had.