The Forgotten Child.

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"Robyn...Robyn...ROBYN!"

My eyes snap open. "WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT AXEL?!" I snarl as I bury down deeper into my sleeping bag.

I wasn't a morning person.

"You wanna hotdog or not?" he barks swaying from the branch that hung above my head as his form looms over me. I snatch the hotdog from his hands and swallowed it in two bites. He jumps down from the branch and lands near a welcoming fire. He walks, sits down by Sparrow and begins to roast a marshmallow on a thin wooden stick. They all sit around the fire, just sitting there with their marshmallows. As I packed up my stuff, I see the light across the street flick off and the dark shadow of a man walk away.

"We got an hour. Let's go!" I order as toss my bag into hollowed out tree next to ours. Azal and Axel stomp out the fire as Sparrow shoves a hotdog down her throat. Alex calmly walks across the street and begins to pick Mr. Gold's front door lock. I jump down from the branch and slide my Multi-tool in my pocket. Soon we are concealed by the night. As we scurry across the street, Alex growled something I never thought she would say.

"Sparrow! It won't open!"

We crowded the door as Alex tried once more. Suddenly Axel shoved Alex aside, place his hands on the handle and closed his eyes. With a click the door swung open. "Axel…" gasped Sparrow. I didn't what to wait for them to start gaping at Axel so I marched my way in. Sparrow and Azal followed but as soon as Axel and Alex crossed the threshold they both fainted. My mind was in a whirl wind. "Alright, for unexplained reasons why both Axel and Alex fainted at the same time, Azal and I will stay outside while you nabbed the certificates. Deal?" answered Sparrow cooly as she drugged Axel to a tree as Azal grabbed Alex and drags her to the same tree. "Alright. I'll be back with the answers to our life's questions" I replied with a smirk. Azal tossed me a flashlight. "Good luck" she adds as I walk into the dark house.

Antiques.

Lots and lots of antiques

And wooden dolls.

Why is Mr. Gold so obsessed with wooden dolls?

'Man this dude is a serious creeper' I think quietly to myself. I walk thru the house casting my flashlight beam on some strange objects. On one of the display racks. I see a sword that catches my eye. A long sliver double blade with an iron handle with a leather grip. S. W was engraved at the bottom. I pulled the sword out. It was surprising light. Keeping the sword in one hand I make my way thru the house and into the back room. In the middle of the room stood the vault. Not wanting to waste any time, I took the little lock in hand and slide the numbers into the correct position

19.90.7

Strangely Axel's birth year but still it worked.

I pull open the steel door with a metallic clank. As my hands race thru the files, my mind becomes a whirlwind. Finally I have all the certificates. Just as began to make my way back outside. Something bad happens, something really bad happens.

I hear four gunshots and someone scream.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"