WD13. It was the only thing in Dimitri's head. What could it possibly mean? WD13, written in currsive, it was very well written, almost as though you could tell whoever wrote it had integrity. The dust that coated it meant it hadn't been touched in a very long time. Though, Dimitri didn't feel like any brilliant investigator. Knots tied in his stomach and strings in his heart were yanked. There were oceans of fear and confusion that flooded his mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080BF">"What's wrong?"</span>Those words rang into Dimitri's ears, as he couldn't help but shake. He wanted to throw up, but that wasn't going to help his case at all. Dimitri opened his mouth to speak back to his dad, but nothing came out. Only shaky breaths that were cut short came out. As Dimitri searched endlessly through his head to find what emotions to express and what words to display, it felt like eternities passed him by. Dimitri hadn't ever once even had to entertain the slightest possibility that his closest ally and friend might just be against him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008080">"Nothing!"</span>Dimitri finally exclaimed, disgust, outrage, and confusion lined his now sickly voice. Dimitri moved to walk passed his dad, a hand touched Dimitri's shoulder, and he was very quick shove his shoulder away from the hand. Dimitri knew there wasn't a chance in hell he was going to shrug this one off unnoticed, but he ignored the calls for his name as he walked away. His pace quickened, as he realized just how his world turned upside down. He'd never felt anything but joy on this soil. Now he felt nothing but uncertainty and danger. There was no way WD13 meant that his dad was against him.<br/><br/>Was there?<br/><br/>Dimitri returned to Alannah shortly after, he couldn't look at her directly. His first instinct was to just get close to the water, and as he did, he willed in close to his, as little puddles came up from the lake, wrapping around his feet, gently urging him forward. He let himself fall in immediately and then sink, so that he was pressed against the bottom of the lake, though it was shallow, considering he wasn't far in, but had only just set foot in. As his body and limbs felt the bottom, he focused on his distraught. There was a calm in there only being the water behind him and the rocks in front of him. He regulated his breathing and his shaking as fast as he could before returning. Was there any possible way he could tell Alannah?<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">--------------------</div><br/><br/>The rest of the time in the lake was very different from when he had first left. He wouldn't dare mention Lucy, it wouldn't lead to any happy memories. And he certainly wouldn't talk about his parents, no matter what. The conversation was far slower than usual, Dimitri could hardly even speak, every word was a strain on him. But he kept going, to be sure Alannah wasn't miserable. He thought about ways to keep her happy. He thought about next moves and the future. But thick misty clouds in his mind prevented any real progress.<br/><br/>When nightfall came, Dimitri couldn't sleep. Closing his eyes didn't mean a thing. He counted each passing hour, as hour twenty four approached. Through every single hour, there was so much on his mind. But one thing above all else would not stop haunting him.<br/><br/>WD13.