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third
ring. “Now, hang on a moment! I was just jokin…” her sentence was
left unfinished as he removed the last ring and she
disappeared.
    Sighing with relief, he looked up at the
model and saw that the Attic was gone as well. In fact without the
glove or rings on, the model looked plainer, lacking the detail it
had before.
    He glanced to his bedroom window and saw
that the light was no longer on, and the tiny unmade bed no longer
there.
    “What is going on?” Rosie demanded.
    “Something to do with the rings,” David
guessed, picking the one up from the floor and putting it on before
Jack could stop him. A look of surprise came to his face as he
gazed upon the model coming to life in front of him.
    Suddenly David spun around. Jack and Rosie
looked on as he put his hands on his hips, and said “who are you
calling fat, shorty?” to thin air.
    “Now I get why you were confused,” Jack said
to Rosie.
    “Were confused? What the heck is going on?”
she begged.
    “Here,” Jack said as he placed one of the
rings on her middle finger. As soon as it was on her eyes widened
just as David’s had, as she looked upon the room anew. Jack then
took a deep breath and put the third one back on his finger.
    He looked around, paying more attention than
when he’d first put on the glove. He realised it wasn’t just the
woman and the model that had changed, but everything in small ways.
Colours were all of a sudden more vibrant, the smells of the room
more distinct. It was subtle, and he could understand how he had
missed it when he’d donned the glove.
    He turned to David and the woman as they
continued to argue. He was telling her how rude and weird she was,
as she was firing back about how dumb all three of them seemed to
be. Jack still exhausted from the last conversation with her,
decided to stand back and watch them go at it.
    Jack was wondering if David’s stubbornness
would beat the strange woman’s arrogance when Rosie yelled out,
“What is THAT!” Her fear tinged voice cutting through the
argument.
    Jack and David raced around the table to
where Rosie stood gawking. “Bloody Hell.” David said as he followed
her gaze to the Rear Garden.
    “It’s what I’ve been trying to show you,”
the red woman said as she caught up to the kids, a look of deep
concern on her face, “Someone’s taken the Rear Garden, and it’s
only a matter of time before they come after the rest.”

Chapter
Four
    The Rear Garden
     
    Taken the Rear Garden? The first thing that
came to Jack’s mind was his mother.
    Like all Gregson family members who passed
away, she was buried in the family graveyard, located at the back
of the garden. He had never known her, she had died the day of his
birth, but he visited her grave often. Usually he’d think about his
happy memories of her, shared to him as he grew up. If the gardens
were “taken,” how would he be able to visit her any more? He put it
out of his mind as he looked down on the model.
    “What is it?” Rosie asked, still shaky. The
“it” she referred to was a black statue in the centre of the
garden. It was of a powerful man in black armour, standing as if in
battle and pointing his sword at an unseen enemy. Unlike the other
statues that were lifeless stone, this one pulsated, sending a
black mist crawling across the earth. It seemed to infect
everything it touched as trees and plants once lush and blooming
sat lifeless, their wood twisting them slowly to death. His dark
red eyes glowed, as he seemed to stare at the three of them.
    “It’s the Warden of the Blue Emerald, he’s
been attacked!” the Red woman said.
    “Who?” Jack asked.
    “WHO?” the red woman said shocked. “The heir
to the Gregson Manor is told a Warden is in danger and he says
‘WHO!’ It’s bad enough you don’t even know who I am.”
    “Who are you?” David asked, ignoring her
frustration.
    “I am the Curator of the Attic!” she
snapped. Realising she was becoming hysterical, the curator