Dewey's POV

I've always thought that loving someone was the best feeling in the world. 

I guess I've been lying to myself the entire time.

The truth is love hurts. Very badly.

Especially to the point where you loved someone so much only to the point that they throw it back at you. Now all that's left of my shattered heart is still with her. Because even though she broke it, my heart will always belong to her. Every single piece of it.

And now she leaves me with only tears and an empty spot where love should be.

I'm not going to mention her name. That hurts to much. I fear if I do it might reduce me to tears. That my brothers and friends shall know how many pieces she left me in.

Two.

There are two pieces. The one that despises her and her words and the one that yearns for het and her sweet embrace. I wish I knew which one to follow.

My sweet darling left me nothing but a loathsome goodbye, but I still hope for her return.

To start over and forget the letter. To continue with our friendlier days. To the days where she loved me.

No.

I shall turn my back on her like she did me. 

No!

I love her too much. I need answers! I look down at the crumpled paper in my hand. I had thrown it away earlier only to dig it up again. I needed to find a sign. Any sign to explain why she left. I examined it closely and saw dried sploshes on the paper. She was never sloppy unless....... she was crying. 

I don't know why that gave me hope. I wanted to do nothing buy wipe her tears away. But this new found revelation gave me a chance. She  might've not been willing!

But there was a chance that she had. And those tears came from laughter instead.

I'm hoping for the best as I run to Cookie's side of the tent. As I yell out, two other voices join simultaneously, "I need answers!'

Louie's POV

Crap.

Let me back up for a bit.

I was sitting in my tent thinking of Webby. How could she just go off alone like that. Where was the common sense in that?She'd get herself killed that way!

As I was quietly monologuing to myself, I felt an unknown presence come in. Kristy sat down next me looking just as troubled as I felt. Before I could say anything she was already ranting.

"HOW COULD SHE JUST  LEAVE LIKE THAT! SHE'S ALWAYS DOING THIS. DOESN'T SHE CARE ABOUT HOW WE FEEL!? I KNOW SHE WANTED US TO BE SAFE AND HAPPY, BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL USELESS WHEN  I KNOW SHE'S OFF AND FIGHTING ON HER OWN. MORGANA'S A TWISTED PERSON. SHE KNEW WEBBY WOULD DO THIS. I CAN'T BELIEVE I WASN'T ABLE TO STOP HER IN TIME. I CAN'T BELIEVE WEBBY WOULD JUST ENTER HER TRAP LIKE THAT! AND OH IT HURTS SO MUCH JUST SITTING HERE, SHE COULD BE DEAD!I just want to help her...." Kristy was full on sobbing. Her words turning into little hiccups.

I pulled her into a hug. Softly patting her back as her tears wet my shoulder.  She started to calm down a bit. We stayed there for a little more time. Soon she was softly resting. Her eyes fluttered in exhaustion. I could tell she was trying hard to stop from falling asleep. She looked to me with her red eyes.

"Go see Cookie and ask him for answers" her voice was still hoarse from sobbing . "Tell him you want to learn about the incident. I think it's time you know" And like that she fell asleep.

I softly laid her on the sleeping bag. Her hair was spread around her face. She looked like an angel. Her expression wasn't peaceful though.  She slept with a small frown and dried tears on her face. I wanted to do more but I decided to do as she had said. Walking out of my tent toward Cookie's I let my mind wander.

What did Kristy mean by Webby entering a trap?

And who exactly was Morgana?

I entered Cookie's part of the tent. Voices intertwining with mine as I called out to him, "I need answers!''

Like I said.

Crap

Huey's  POV

I don't know what's going on.

And I almost always know what's going on. I wasn't use to the feeling of ignorance. It was very troubling to me. I needed answers to rationalize my thoughts. I couldn't go to Ruby cause she was looking for food. And I didn't want to go to  Kristy because she was with Louie and honestly I didn't want to know what was going on in there. 

I shuddered.

I realize the only possible choice was Cookie. 

As I past Louie's part of the tent I could hear snoring. Aw, they were sleeping together.

Wait-

Thatcameoutwrong!

I needed to get those images out of my head. It wasn't like me to have a dirty mind.Now blushing I stepped into Cookie's part of the tent. Cookie's back was toward me. He wasn't wearing a shirt and-

I gasped.

He quickly turned around. He grabbed his black shirt from his sleeping bag and hurriedly put it on. It was inside out but I was too shocked from the previous image to speak.

Right in the middle of his back was a giant 'M' shape scar. It was glowing a sickly green. Now I know why he was wearing a dark colored T-shirt in the summer.

We stood there awkwardly for a while. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

I opened my mouth to speak only to be joined by two other voices, "I need answers!"

My brothers stood at the sides of me. When had they come in?

Cookie's POV

"I need answers!" The triplets said in harmony.

I raised my eyebrow putting on the cool façade, even though I knew Huey had seen my most well kept secret. Things were going to get complicated.

Putting on a false sense of bravado, "About what?"

"Webby's disappearance!"

"Everything"

Huey looked at me. I knew what he wanted to ask me. Where I got my scar. I could feel my eyes flash green as I thought about. It was starting to tingle the more I thought about it. I knew Huey saw me. I could feel him over analyzing me. He didn't say a word.

I grabbed a big book. I sighed, "Settle down now it's story time"

Huey sat down, still not meeting my gaze. Louie and Dewy looked like they wanted to protest but I gave them a cold look that said 'Sit down and shut up or else'. They sat down with a little resignation.

"Time I told you about the incident" I said.

"Quick question" Dewey said a little confusion. "The story is in that book?"

"Nope" I said smirking and opening the book. "It's completely blank. Thought I use it for dramatic effect."  I shrugged my shoulders and threw it somewhere. Oh well.

"One more question. Why are all of us sitting except for you." 

"I like to feel superior"

Huey snorted. I smiled before continuing.  My smile dropped as the mood became more serious.

"Did Webby ever tell you about her parents?"

I'M GOING TO STOP HERE. LEAVE Y'ALL GUESSING FOR A WHILE. THAT WAS A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG BREAK I TOOK. I'M ONLY SORTA  SORRY. MOSTLY I'M GLAD BECAUSE IT TOOK ME SOME TIME TO ET MY CRAP TOGETHER. THANK YOU FOR STAYING AND READING. HOPEFULLY I'LL GET BACK TO MY ORIGINAL WRITING SCHEDULE. LOVE YOU ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

CIOA FOR NOW!

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