Henry and August decided to have a meeting in secret at the torn down castle. He knew August knew something… something important… something outstanding… and he knew he was going to tell him.

Henry decided the meeting should be 'under the cloak of darkness' and August chuckled before nodding… Henry didn't really understand why.

The ten-year-old ran as swiftly as he could. But he had his backpack holding the book and it made his gate stagger a bit. Once he got there, he turned his flashlight off and let his eyes adjust. He heard August's slight limp a bit later, and waited until he was standing next to him looking out at the water.

"So what do you need to tell me."

"Your book…"

"It's real. You know that."

"Yes. But do you know where it came from?" He looked to the boy.

"You do?"

August nodded once, "I wrote it."

Henry knit his brows, "You…? But… your story… you were so little… how did you know about everything?"

August looked back to the ocean, "You ever hear of the authors of the major fairytales?"

"What?"

"Like the guys that wrote Cinderella and Snow White and Hansel and Gretel and The Little Mermaid…? You know them?"

"You mean like the brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen?"

August grinned before he let out a chuckle, "Yeah. That's exactly it."

"What about them?"

"They are the guys that told me… they are the three that had me write it…"

"They… Had you write it?"

"Yes."

Henry knew that he should ask questions… like how did three guys come back from the dead and tell him the entire history of a completely different world… But he didn't really care. He knew that the older man understood just how crazy he sounded, but then again… if you were to ask his real mother, he sounded crazy too…

She nodded and looked up at him, "Okay."

August smiled again at the young lad and nodded himself, "Okay."