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Everything became tense rather quickly. Lizzie was sat within the chair before her father. All reflective surfaces are covered by fabric or paper. The blonde sat confused. Hope was sat behind the new turned Heretic. A sketchbook on her lap as a pile of pencils sat beside her as looked at the back of Lizzie's head.
"Why is Hope hiding behind me dad?" The blonde questioned, moving to cross her arms over her chest.
"Well, you explained how the person looks just like Hope. So, whilst we ask these questions, we would keep any way of seeing her hidden." Alaric explained as he pulled the crystal-clear ball from his draw. The sphere turned blue as he talked. He placed the ball upon its wooden stand before looking at his daughter sadly.
"First off. I said the person had darker hair and greener eyes. Two, it's starting to sound more and more like you don't believe me." The blonde scoffed, shaking her head.
"We do. If she looks just like me, it can be dangerous." The girl behind her mentioned, earning a small sigh from her.
"Well, not only does she look like you, but She's also a tribrid," Lizzie commented, rolling her eyes and falling back into her seat.
