The knife. That dreadful knife was resting in a glass case, next to the old man. It had taken a strange colour, it seemed to glow like the embers of a fire. Suddenly the old man looked up at them.
“Are you feeling better girls? I expect you have a serious headache Luna. You hit your head quite hard as you landed.”
Astonishment submerged Luna’s face.
“You- you know my name?”
The old man smiled softly.
“Have you ever heard of the Haay?” he now seemed to be addressing both of them.
“Uhhh, no.” replied Layla.
“I expected so. The Haay is a book. This book grows bigger with every new-born. Well, not exactly every newborn, just a few. Like you.”
Layla cocked an eyebrow.
“This will take a while to explain and to digest, so I suggest you both sit down on those comfy couches. I know you’re tired.”
They sat down wearily.
“Can we just say something first?” said Luna.
“Why of course.”
“Well, uh, how did the knife get here? Because it’s really dangerous and you’re not going to believe us but smoke came out of it.”
“Oh but I believe you.”
“You do? But isn’t normal smoke. It nearly choked us to death.”
“This I also know.”
They stared at him.
“You see, it all began a very long time ago.”