Chapter 5

Whill sat back down on the plush mattress. 

And waited for something to happen. Anything to happen.

Because Whill had no screwing idea what was happening to him.

He surveyed the room a third time, looking for a hint, a sign, anything that could identify where he was. There were no windows and the only door was locked from the outside.

If Shaped are so glorified, why am I being held prisoner?

Without anything else to do, he grabbed a book of the shelf and flipped it open. 

An object fell out. It hit the floor with a clunk.

The book held a secret compartment.

What? Whill bent down and picked up the object.

It was a carved piece of wood. Anyone else would have thought it as nothing special, but Whill gasped.

It was a present he had made for Jax when Jax had turned 16. Whill had spent 3 nights carving each intricate line on the wood, trying to impress his older brother. He had never managed to finish the carving, but Jax said he'd treasure it anyways.

Why on Nolor is this in here? How did they get this? Whill then noticed a note on the back.

Whill.

If you find this, I’m still alive.

-Jax

Whill blinked once, twice, then fainted.