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Blog Book, Day 6

Yawn. I cannot wait to finish this book. This is hard work. Probably doesn't help that I do it before coffee. (Usually between 5 and 6:30) Okay. Here we ....there is an ant walking across my computer screen...Alright. Here we go. Read it, like it, share it with all of your friends. (I really need to get rid of this ant. It is very distracting.)



-Rei! You home? It's time to do our rounds.
Henry walked into the precariously built structure that Rei and Jacob dared to call home. Nobody was there. He was just about to leave and look at the club where Jacob worked when he noticed a note taped to her bedroom door.




Hey, Henry (You are probably who will find this first.)
I have gone out to find the Scarred Harps. I know that Remix said to stay away from them, but if they're so dangerous, shouldn't we ensure that they can't hurt any unsuspecting people? Or worse, children? Don't you worry about me. I will be back before sunset, I promise.
With all of my love,
Reitein Vondola (A.K.A. 'Your Little Hero')



Henry folded the note and put it in his shirt pocket and began pacing nervously. Should he give her until sunset? Or should he get help now? He decided it would be better to be on the safe side and get help now. He didn't have an appointment with Remix that day and didn't have a good way to contact him.
-Well that was a faulty plan.
Henry realized sourly. He turned his step towards the club. Jacob would know what to do. She was his daughter. It was only midday, but the club was already half full of dancing people and pumping music.
-You must beat least eighteen to enter this club, son. Sorry.
The jumper stopped Henry at the door. Henry pulled the note out of his pocket and shook it.
-Sir, you don't understand. This is an emergency, I need to speak to the DJ.
-Hahaha, that's what they all say. Go back to your friends, boy.
-Sir, this is serious. His daughter might be in serious danger!
-If you are serious, then what is the Phantom Machine's real name?
-Jacob.
-Okay, go ahead. He is in the DJ station right now.
-Thank you sir!
Henry ran to where Jacob was and showed him the note. He was talking so fast that Jacob had to tell him to slow down and speak like a normal person. Henry explained everything again, much slower this time.
-She went to find the Scarred Harps??? We can't have this. Come on, Henry.
Henry followed Jacob to the back of the building. Suddenly Jacob's form began to change.
-Remix?
Henry gasped, his eyes were wide with shock.
-You always were a bit slow, Henry.
Jacob joked with a chuckle. Then he grew serious.
-We need to find her before they do. They are demons sent by my brother to destroy her.
-How do you know that?
-Because he sent me to destroy her.
Henry became very silent for a long time. 
-Are you the one that killed her family?
-Yes.
Jacob's reply was grim and filled with pain.
-We need to move. Come on Henry. We are going to fly. 



-Rei, where are you?
-Jacob?
Rei looked up a little, she hadn't moved this much for hours.
-Jacob, where are you?
-Quiet, Rei. They will hear you. I am in your head. Where are you?
-I don't know. I'm cold and afraid. I can't feel my legs anymore.
-Don't worry. We are coming. I promise, I am going to get you out of there. I won't let them hurt you.
-Thank you.
-You just have to keep talking to me. Alright?
-Sure.

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