I opened the book while holding my breath. As I looked at the first page it was blank. I look up at Ian "Are you serious?" All he did was put his hand over my mouth to hush me. Why did I even save this guy?? He's clearly crazy. I sighed in defeat. As I look back at the paper; gold sparks started to form and drew an outline of a bird, a hummingbird, it started to form bright colors and come out of the book. With fear, I shoved the book off my lap as try to escape I was halfway over the couch too, if it wasn't for Ian grabbing me with his hand around my waste. The bird pushed the book off of it. " Well, that was truly painful" the bird said as he fluffed its feathers. I froze as I couldn't believe that the bird spoke. I looked over at Ian how had a smile on his face. "What is that thing?" I pointed at the hummingbird that looked offended by my words. "I am not a thing, I am a spirit of the wild, how dare you even think of me as a thing. And look what you did to this book! Oh, the madness!" the bird hopped around and then looked at me "where is master Smith?" I blinked at him still stuns that he could speak. "Well, child? You must know if you're in his house." Ian looked around "Ya... That would make sense...." I toke a deep breath before speaking "I.." Words why do you fail me!! I toke another deep breath as I think about what to say. "My name is Lynn Smith, my mother was Linda Smith, my father was Jackson Smith and my great grandfather's name was Lyon Smith." The bird stared at me, I felt a little awkward with a small bird staring intensely at me. "Child I asked for master smith, not how your connection with him" if I wasn't in Ian's arm I would have melted into the floor, this bird hates me. The bird spoke again while going around the house "So, I'm not one to ask twice and I really hate repeating myself...but I'll ask again; Where is master smith? Or even Jackson, he could straighten things out" I got out of Ian hold on me and sat on the couch. How can I tell them without crying that my family is dead? I sighed as I cleared my mind, I then cleared my throat "My grandfather died 10 years ago of old age and my mom and dad died only 1 month ago." I bird looked at me and instead of its intense stare it was soft and full of sympathy" I'm sorry for your losses if there isn't anyone left in the Smith family but you, that means I'm at your humble service. My name is Term, I am a guardian of the Smith family."
Hours later Term told me how my grandfather found him and he was a guardian ever since. He told me how my grandfather was a warrior of some kind and to protect Term, my grandfather put Term in his magical book... Years later Ian came across the book and he kept it with him.
I was sipping on some tea and remembered something that Ian said earlier "Um... Term what are skinwalkers?" Term looked shocked and Ian even choked on his tea. Before Term could say anything Ian looked at me "YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN A SKINWALKER BEFORE??" I jumped a little from his yelling "No I haven't" "well someone had a happy childhood let alone life..." I look over at Term confused. All he does is sighs and hops over to the book and flips through the pages. He then turns the book so it's facing me. "This is the history of skinwalkers and the battle that token place between the different magical beings and the skinwalkers" I look at the pages as the words look like they are moving and starting to play the story that looked as old as time. I picked up the book and sat down as I look at the book words started to form.