Note: The Point of View can change by chapter. Not all the time, but can.

Third POV:

The rays of sunlight shone upon the room through the transparent windows. Thomas laid, trembling under the shadow of the plank. What was he to do now? He pondered, Now Grandma is go-go-ne....

He broke into a sorrowful sob, which nearly lasted half an hour. A throbbing pain in the head did not improve the situation. Water, he thought, looking around, First, I should probably get out of this hole. But when his eyes shifted to his surroundings, he found that, rather than being in a hole, he was in a room. Cracks from the floor above provided only the most infinitesimal amount of light. Shapes were outlined in his vision, but specific designs and colors remained unknown. Thomas was approximately 4 inches away from the floor above, but decided to ultimately explore this new room. It was unlike anything he had seen before. From what Thomas could make out, vacancy occupied most of the space, but some remarkable things stuck out. Such as the book that faintly became visible. Wait. What's this? He inquired.

Blowing off the dust that lay upon the book, he attempted to decipher the cover. D-Dairy? Why would there be a book of dairy in he- oh. DIARY. Stupid Thomas. But then it sunk in. He possessed a diary, someone's personal book for themselves.

Maybe I shouldn't open it. What if I find something really private that no one else wants to know? I could ruin they're life forever. But then again, everyone I love is dead so...  Flipping the book to the very first page, Thomas eagerly read the first lines. The problem was, however, these "first lines" didn't exist.

Huh? Thomas swiftly scanned the rest of the book, coming to an abrupt stop when he spotted a small paragraph.

Aha! Found something! Hmm. It says:
"To this book you are bound
Perish, you will never be found
Through ocean and land
To the skies above and grains of sand
Recite this, but only one time
Won't cost a penny, won't cost a dime
But once you finish
Do not let your hope diminish
For the power of four will come forth And it will be time to prove your worth

Thomas stood, dumbfounded. Should I recite it? Power of four? Maybe it will give me a clue to what this bracelet does.... 'Perish, you will never be found'. How intimidating. But, I really don't have a choice do I?

"To this book you are bound," he started, "Perish, you will never be found, Through ocean and land, to the skies above and grains of sand, Recite this, but only one ti-" An involuntary shiver rushed his spine. Weird. This book is giving me the creeps.

"-me," he finished, "Won't cost a penny, won't cost a dime, But once you finish do not let you hope diminish For the power of four will come fort-"Thomas' hands began to tremble. Fear lingered.

I-I mean I don't HAVE to finish this, r-right? M-maybe I'll save it for l-later. Thomas mumbled to himself. For some unknown reason, Thomas was frightened of reading the last few lines. Thomas creased the edge of the page and slowly closed the book. The torn leather of the book felt.....familiar to him. He couldn't quite track it down, but he definitely remembered the leather. The book itself was not anything out of the ordinary. A light brown, probably from the leather, color with woven strings that held the diary together and the word 'Diary'. Wait a minute. There were more words..

Huh??? I could've sworn it just said Diary... The lighting is weird, so it's possible I could have missed it. Despite Thomas' reassurance, he was still left in doubt. Then, a lightbulb popped in his head.

What if the words were added as I read the poem? It's a possible explanation. It seems to say... Suddenly, loud footsteps creaked from above. Thomas froze, attempting to stop any movements. Anxiety pumped through him. The beating of his heart began pounding in his chest. He tried to keep his breathing steady, but decided to stop breathing completely. They're here, repeated to himself, They're here. They're definitely here. Images of his grandmother being dragged away flashed trough his mind, causing him to shiver. The creaking continued ever so slowly. Sometimes it would just stop and stay there for quite a while, but then proceed circling the room. Thomas' breathing soon returned to somewhat normal, as the invader seemed to leave. The faint sound of footsteps resonated to Thomas' ears.

I should probably finish whatever this thing is. Hehe. What am I even doing? Believing in this bullshit... Ha! I'm pathetic. Confusion struck Thomas' head. Where did all this negativity come from?

Virgil's the name buddy, spoke a different voice. If I were you, I would finish reading whatever it says on that little book. Your future depends on it, pal.

"Hey! You!" boomed a voice, "What are you doing in the floor?" An eye stared at him through a crack in the floor, causing Thomas to shriek in terror.
Anxiety suddenly started sprouting inside him.

Hurry! urged Virgil, Say the last lines! The sound of wood splitting boomed from above. Hurry!

Thomas eagerly dropped the book, and flipped to the creased page. "Guys! I found him! The one they're looking for! Brown hair, white, somewhat tall..." shouted a man from above. Hurried footsteps shuffled into the room.

No time to think! Start from the penultimate line! shrieked Virgil. Thomas' eyes directed to the second to last line and began.

"For the power of four will come forth," started Thomas..

"RESTRICT HIM MEN! HE POSSESSES THE DIARY." screamed the supposed captain. Feet impacted the ground, as they came down in a continuous manner. Pressure built inside of Thomas as they started surrounding him.

You can do this Thomas. I believe in you. A soft voice sang. Huh? That sounded like....Grandmother! Adrenaline rushed through Thomas, as he found strength to recite the last words.

"AND IT WILL BE TIME TO PROVE YOUR WORTH!" He declared. The book started to spontaneously shoot rays of light. Screams echoed the room as the people attempted to scurry out. The lights transitioned to different colors. Bright Azul, dark blue, vibrant red, and night black. Thomas watched in amazement as the lights poured into the bracelet. The gems were filled with their designated colors, resulting in a brilliant variety of red, black, and blues. Virgil smirked as he saw the lights pour.

The time has come, he thought, The chosen one is among us.